The Queen of Needlepoint Stunts

Chapter 5

"Autumn," the old businessman murmured as if he was recalling something and stopped his young companion's complaints. "It's the season of hunting and fighting again..."

The young businessman was very dissatisfied with his words. "Of course I know what is a fierce man. I am a businesswoman with a formal license." He showed off a medal he had hung on his chest. It was the business license issued by businessmen. The old businessman did not have enough steel coins to feed those greedy stomachs. Even if he had been a businessman for 40,years as a basis of support, he still could not have this honor.

The old merchant did not look at the shiny medal. He only said to himself, "Those who have been blinded by blood and violence, we must have sufficient strength to deter them."

The young merchant grew impatient. He spat and said, "The older you get, the more muddleheaded you become and the timider you become."

His eyes flickered with the pursuit of steel currency and honor. Being forced into such a desolate and uninteresting place to waste his life was already quite unfortunate. Why would he have to listen to this uninteresting old man taking advantage of his seniority? His gaze landed on another colleague, and he became excited. "Heh! Graceful lady, is there a young lady?"

Qiao Xiaoniang did not answer him. She was taking her caravan with her and was about to leave. This was a journey that was more than ten days long.

Seeing his companions like this, the old businessman sighed and said nothing. He knew that the only thing that could persuade him the most was only bloodiness and cruelty.

If young people didn't accept the baptism, they would never grow up.

The old businessman gazed at the vast grassland and allowed his thoughts to drift further away.

He silently kept the two bullets close to his chest. The old merchant knew that his companions would put this Hanjiang on his head.

A temporary record.

And then...

###Chapter7,Choice (Part 2)

Bai Xiaojing didn't walk out of the tent until the sun rose high in the sky. At this time, everyone in the tribe was busy. Such behavior aroused dissatisfaction of everyone, especially the tired women. They had never seen any arrogant and lazy people. So all kinds of rumors and dissatisfaction were born.

"Is that the woman that was brought back yesterday? Is it this kind of lazy and thin woman who spent 20,pounds of silver on us? That is a whole season's income. Even horses can change two pieces of silver."

"That's right. Look at her hand and her waist. It's obvious that she's a useless woman. What's she doing buying such a woman for? What's the use of her? What contributions can she contribute to the tribe? She can't even support herself."

"The b***h raised by Qiu has come out."

...

They could hardly believe that such a woman had the ability to seduce the son of the chief.

As a result, their conversation became sharper and harsher. They used all kinds of speculations and rumors to attack her, and even directly called her "ontmorillonite woman".

In this era where only by struggling hard could one obtain the lowest level of survival. Faced with an increasingly narrow space for survival, people gradually became more realistic and indifferent. Only those who used it could obtain the acknowledgment and respect of others.

There was no other way.

Bai Xiaojing looked at their strong bodies and appearance, as well as their busy figures, and swallowed all the anger and grievances. The woman who had lost her child repeatedly appeared in her mind, and now she was processing a basin of liquid.

Compared to a person who had just lost a child and had to continue to work, her little dissatisfaction was completely unspeakable. Not to mention that women were famous for being cruel to women. She was not stupid enough to find a way to abuse them.

In the tribe, a person's name represented his identity and status. This was a very particular knowledge. As for the women who had just arrived from the eighth marriage and did not have any ability to survive, the women who relied on men to support them, they called her p********e.

"The w***e of a certain someone."

But when this woman showed her ability to survive on her own or her ability to help the tribe was recognized by everyone, they would change to calling her gender.

A certain someone's woman.

Only after she had successfully raised a child would people call her by her original name.

It was the end of her life that she belonged to this tribe.

Bai Xiaojing neither liked the "b*tch of Qiu" nor the "woman of Qiu".

But when she was 30,years old, she wouldn't be so stupid as to think that she could change her situation with her three-inch tongue.

As the saying goes, the weak have no diplomatic affairs. All negotiations and conditions must have the same status between both sides and respect each other in order to proceed smoothly.

"I can support myself. I am also a useful person." Bai Xiaojing secretly swore that she would prove everything.

...

Three minutes later, Bai Xiaojing successfully convinced a woman who was working in a wooden potato field. She helped the woman repair her clothes.

There were some dry and easy to grow potatoes planted around the tribe. Although its rough taste and exciting odor were enough to stop most of the animals, they became one of the important sources of starch for the tribe members because of its low toxicity. It was also natural for women to take care of these plants.

"It's better than new." The woman was quite satisfied with her cooking. Due to the poverty of life, most of the people here were in rags. However, what could stop a woman from pursuing beauty? She only needed to say something.

Therefore, the woman explained the working system of the entire tribe to Bai Xiaojing.

Just like all other tribes, the males mainly excelled in military matters, including hunting, defense, and tribal wars. Meanwhile, the women were a lot more complex and troublesome, responsible for collecting, processing, and taking care of the elderly, children, and wooden sweet potatoes. These tasks weren't simple.

Bai Xiaojing squatted beside the woman to help her work. The woman who got help was naturally willing to share more experience with her. The woman found that her thin hands and feet seemed to be more useful than she imagined. "Autumn's prostitutes are not bad."

The woman said to her companion.

Since she did not intend to stay in this tribe for a long time, Bai Xiaojing naturally wanted to explore the geography and environment around the tribe so that she could escape in the future. In this way, the most suitable part of the first round was collection and hunt. However, she was not willing to compete for food with the famous woman, so hunting became the only choice.

Bai Xiaojing walked towards the hunting ground outside the tribe.

The stout woman who scolded her the most immediately stood out to stop her. "You can't go out. The wasteland is dangerous. If you die outside, how can we explain it to Qiu?"

Knowing that the other party was caring about her, Bai Xiaojing naturally answered politely, "I just wanted to try my luck by the river."

The river was less than two kilometers away from the tribe. There were man-eating and crocodiles in the river, and these delicious prey belonged to the category of males. However, there were some aquatic plants and soft animals that could be eaten on the shore, and these belonged to women.

Because of the water intake, the tribe members had to travel this part of the way back and forth frequently. Therefore, this part of the road was not dangerous, except for a large tuss tooth type called Stoneater Rat on the grassland.

However, a night walk wouldn't happen in broad daylight.

The strong woman was very satisfied with her attitude and saw Bai Xiaojing's empty hand. "Then you have to bring some tools. Wait for me for a moment."

The resurfacing strong woman brought a hoe and a bundle of hemp rope. The hoe was used for mining and for self-defense. It could drive away most of the small creatures, such as blood-sucking insects. As for the hemp rope, Bai Xiaojing, who was expertly weaved, made herself a net with Chinese knot. simple beauty and practicalness. The women liked it very much.

"Do me a favor. Consider it as offset the hemp rope debt." The strong woman said. Bai Xiaojing nodded, as if it was a piece of cake.

During the knitting process, the strong woman talked about the animals and animals around the tribe to Bai Xiaojing, talked about their usefulness and danger.

Since the strong woman shared her survival experience with her, and gave her only valuable tool, Bai Xiaojing naturally respected her with the attitude of her teacher.

...

The strong woman put away her net and said, "If you can use this skill to weave fish nets for the tribe and let us eat fish often, we will call you the woman of autumn."

Bai Xiaojing smiled and did not answer. She remembered that the tribe seldom ate fish. They wanted to eat fish.

He spent half a day searching on the riverside bed, but the amount of things he obtained was pitifully few. He couldn't eat enough just by using this. Looking at the bright emperor's river, he suddenly thought of a way to fish for everyone, which was fishing.

The embroidery fabric had cooled down, and there was no one by the river. Bai Xiaojing had seen the kind of fishhooks sold for more than 10,silver coins, which were used to eat man-shaped fish. She knew its size and quality. The embroidery hook was much simpler than an embroidered bullet. However, because she could not control the quality of the summoning, it was still a difficult decision.

According to her plan, Bai Xiaojing hoped to summon a lot of hooks that weighed one pound at a total weight. But if she failed to summon them and made an iron hook that weighed one pound at a certain weight, could she use it to catch alligator? Even if she succeeded, how could she explain the sudden precious treasure?

Just when she was vexed, an idea suddenly came to her. She used the same words to draw a square box on the embroidery cloth and drew the shape of a fishhook. "A box of fishhooks, a box of fishhooks!"

Bai Xiaojing held the embroidered cloth and prayed.

The summoned box was really a box. She grabbed it with her sweaty hand and slowly opened it...

###Chapter8,First Hunting

"Twenty, twenty..." Bai Xiaojing said, praying.

"If it doesn't work, I'll give you ten."

"If it doesn't work, I'll give you five."

Bai Xiaojing's mind could no longer contain other things. She was highly concentrated, her hands and feet and muscles were tight, and her eyes were fixed on the box. At this time, all her thoughts only had one goal, a belief—

This was definitely not just a matter of 20,fishhooks. This was related to the fate of her future in this world.

In the future, her summon must be meticulous and she could still control it with her consciousness. Her success and failure in this life would be at this moment.

Although Bai Xiaojing's embroidery cloth was still small, so the embroidery things were very simple. Whether it was bullets or fishhooks, no matter how they were embroidered, the difference between them was not big. But what about in the future? When her embroidery cloth became a small diagram with more than 100,drawers or a bigger diagram or a bigger diagram, the difference was the difference between heaven and earth.

It should be noted that a fully embroidered picture would take at least eight or ten days to complete. And it was not rare to spend one or two years on a big or super big picture.