Four Husbands' Favorable Cultivation Record

  "Mo Yu'er, listen! I really think it's dangerous!" Chu Yan's tone became serious, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at the little furball with a threatening gaze.

  The animal's senses were the most acute, and Xiao Rong quickly sensed Chu Yan's hostility. At first, taking advantage of Mo Yier's inattention, it glared at Chu Yan with a fearless look.

  Chu Huai was shocked by its gaze, and his heart skipped a beat. He became even more speechless as the creature let out two 'waahs' in a coquettish manner, pretending to be afraid and hiding into Mo Yi's arms, with tears welling up in its eyes.

  Mo Yi'er was furious, she loudly scolded Chu Yan: "Chu Yan, you're too much! What danger could this little guy pose? You're being overly cautious, don't scare it! Hmph!"

  Chu Yan had never seen Mo Yuer so fierce before, so he didn't know what to say. He looked at the guy who was pretending to be pitiful and found that he seemed to understand everything, as if he were a spiritual beast.

  All the tribesmen were shocked and trembling, for a woman dared to shout at the leader. Although Mo Yi'er was a person from the Divine Spirit Sect, she was after all just a woman. At this time, women were not strong enough physically and could not hunt, so their status was very low.

  "Alright, Mo Yu'er, don't be angry, the leader is worried about you too!" Ba Jin tried to persuade her with a fake smile, but he was also startled and broke out in cold sweat.

  "I know, but you can't bully this little guy anymore. From today on, I'll take care of it, and it's my pet now. Bullying it is the same as bullying me." Mo Yier stroked the small ball of fluff's fur, which felt pretty good to the touch.

  The villagers didn't think it was strange either. Mo Yi'er had raised a few rabbits at the entrance of the cave, and they gradually got used to Mo Yi'er's different behavior from people of other tribes.

  Chu Yan only slightly furrowed his brow, but didn't say anything to stop him. However, he had already made up his mind to closely monitor this little guy. As soon as the thought fell, he saw the little guy looking at himself, with a smug expression in his eyes. Good heavens! Was he mistaken? Can animals have such rich expressions and eye movements? It seems that his intuition was correct, this little guy is really very dangerous!

  No matter what Chu Huo thought, Xiao Rong Qiu stayed and was named "Xiao Rong Qiu"!

  The little furball seems to like this name, and whenever Mo Yier calls it, it keeps burrowing into her arms! (Orange: Mo Yier, are you sure it's not eating your tofu? Mo Yier: Bad silver author, you're the most impure!)

  That night, they used two tribesmen to keep watch. Despite this, everyone still slept very lightly, fearing that the Golden Lion would come again.

  Mo Yu'er had a small plush ball in her arms and fell asleep, feeling exceptionally comfortable. The next day, she didn't sleep on Chu Yan's back again!

  Chu Yan felt extremely stifled, he hated the little furball, but this guy actually climbed onto his back with Mo Yier, and even jumped onto his shoulders with great pride. Even when he was swinging between the big trees, the little furball could still maintain a very good balance on his shoulders.

  With the little plush ball, Mo Yi's journey became more interesting. This little guy was very good at making her laugh and often made cute and silly expressions that made her love him even more.

  By the third night, the villagers had relaxed and thought that the Golden Lion might not appear again, so everyone slept well.

  And they also walked out of the thorny forest within their territory. Chu said that next was a vast grassland, and they needed to run forward.

  Mo Yu'er, however, was quite interested in this vast grassland and hoped to find some new food or useful plants. He said, "I can run with you guys together, if I get tired, you can carry me on your back!"

  "Alright!" Chu Yan saw that the others were about to object, so he hastily agreed. He knew why the others were opposed, because Mo Yier's speed was really too slow, but Mo Yier's request, he had always found it hard to refuse.

  For example, when she first came to the tribe and wanted to go pick some, or when she wanted the tribespeople to eat breakfast, or again when she wanted to keep this little ball of fluff that he found very annoying. Not one of these was refused by Chu Yan, who unknowingly fell deeply in love with Mo Yuer.

  The grass on the prairie was very tall and lush, with some leaves being very sharp. Mo Yi'er wrapped a piece of wild boar skin around her feet and tied it up with animal hide straps, making simple leather boots. When resting, she also wove a shoe sole out of grass to fix at the bottom. This way, when running, she wouldn't have to worry about getting scratched by the sharp blades of grass on the soles of her feet.

  However, there were still a few bloody scratches on her calf, and Chu Yan's eyebrows furrowed as she said, "Mo Yier, I'll carry you instead!"

  "But you'll be very tired, the road is still long." Mo Yi'er washed the wound on her leg with clear water, it was a small wound and didn't hurt much.

  Chu Yan still wanted to say something, but Mo Yier was attracted by a mass of things. It was a white guy, very much like a silkworm's big bug, only bigger than the silkworm. Mo Yier had already gotten used to the fact that the animals here were all very large, and the bugs were no exception. She couldn't help but mutter: "What is this? Could it be a silkworm?"

  "What is a silkworm? We've seen this insect before, it spits out threads that are not as sturdy as vines." Chu Yan saw Mo Yier's interest in the big insect and stopped continuing the previous topic.

  "Wow, that's great!" Mo Yuer didn't expect that she would actually find silkworms. It seemed that in the near future, they would all be able to wear clothes.

  A huge cocoon in front of me is spitting out silk on a leaf, or more precisely, it's spinning threads.

  The thread that is spat out can be compared to the thickness of the yarn used to knit sweaters in her previous life, and it's completely possible to use it directly to weave clothes. This way, it's even more convenient for her, who doesn't know how to weave fabric.

  However, when it comes to knitting sweaters, Mo Yi'er is also an outsider. She can only knit plain needles, the simplest kind. And with a crochet hook, she can only make simple things like a tea cup mat. Anything more complicated and she's powerless. But these are enough, in the tribe there are those skilled women, as long as she tells them the most basic things, she believes they will surely develop and expand from there.

  "Mo Yi'er, what have you found? Why are you so excited?" Chu Huo hastily asked. The last time he saw Mo Yi'er with this expression was when she was working on the 'water bottle' they always carried with them. He believed that Mo Yi'er must have discovered something good.

  "It's this thing, I call it a silkworm, with it, we can wear clothes."

  Chu Yan's eyes were bewildered, looking at the big white worm called silkworm. "Clothes? Is that the strange beast skin you wore before?" Chu Yan remembered that Mo Yier called that strange beast skin a nightgown.

  "Not really, but it's almost the same. It feels comfortable on the body and will be warm in winter."