Orcs Build a Well-off Society

Civilization’s body is getting heavier and heavier now. Although the belly doesn’t bulge out much, it’s worn a lot in winter, and the trouble of putting on and taking off every day is dying. As a result, the mind becomes lazy and unknowingly. It becomes almost three-quarters of the day spent in bed.

Fortunately, there was Palos, so the house didn't become a cobweb everywhere, that kind of mess.

Now Crusch's cautious grade for Parson has doubled-without him, according to Parson's time to pick up the buns and Chelsea's diagnosis, Parson is likely to be a small orc this time.

Little Asian orcs, those little orcs are so excited to hear about it. Although they are still young and don't know the specific meaning, they are very welcome to the existence of the Orcs.

Therefore, Parson, the Orc who is carrying the very popular Orc, was smirked by his own family, who has been smirking since he knew it. Crushy, who treats him like a fragile object again, is also sighing: "Games~ Have fun. Ah~ my freedom ah ah ah~~"

Finally, after Wenming ate and slept in bed for several days, he decided to make something that can be played indoors.

Thinking, thinking, thinking, civilization finally thought of poker... But when I thought that there was no paper, everything went wrong. Then he thought and thought and thought... finally got inspired by what Palos was tinkering with: "Palos, Palos, come here."

Palos put down the stroller in his hand—yes, it was the artifact. When I was young, I was raised by my grandparents in the countryside. At that time, my little civilization was sitting in a handmade stroller every day. After all, grandparents also have to work. Having a stroller makes it not only convenient for him to take care of him, but also for him to entertain himself by himself.

The too complicated civilization can't be remembered, and he just told Palos according to his own stroller in his memory. He knows that even though the child is an angel, even the devil will bow down to the wind when he is crying. So it must be a baby carriage.

The upper part is almost the same as a small chair, except that there are more copies of animal skins and T-shaped partitions-and it is still movable, which can be set according to the baby's size.

The following is the most important thing, the small wheels that can be moved. Because there is no ink-grinding thing, Palos used a lot of wood to round and smooth every day, striving to match up with civilization as described by civilization.

To take care of his own baby, Palos moved the things to the bedroom, and feared that the wood chips would make civilization **** in badly. Palos hesitated for a long time, and finally chose a person who could reach civilization in the first time. What can be done badly affects the position of civilization.

Seeing Palos running over for the first time, Wenming smiled and patted the sawdust from Palos's body, and then said: "...Palos, ask, how are the baby strollers doing now?"

Palos was enjoying the civilized coquetry (?) and he couldn't help but say, "Who said that the sub-orcs are more grumpy after giving birth to cubs? My Xiao Ming has never been so bad-tempered, so gentle. Humph. Humph, Sure enough, Lord Beast God is taking care of me."

Thinking about this, Palos’s voice was so gentle that it could be pinched (⊙﹏⊙b): "It’s okay, I’m almost done, oh, of course, you said you want to wrap it with a layer of hairless animal skin outside. Also covered with a layer of silk cloth..."

"Okay, okay, I know, Palos, you're the best." Holding Palos's hand, civilization is now almost a Virgin (Xiaoming: (#‵′) bulge, guts! I should be the Holy Father... Ah, no, I'm not a "holy" character!) The mode is all on, and I kissed the hand that had some small wounds because of the search for various grinding wheels before Palos.

I looked up and saw Palos' expressionless but bright eyes. Civilization couldn't help but feel soft. He placed Palos' big hand on his conscious face and gently rubbed it: "Thanks for your hard work these days."

Somehow, the request that civilization wanted to say to Palos before was a little unspeakable. Think about it, Palos is so busy every day to take care of himself and the little bun in his stomach. There is no complaint. Not only can I not help at all, but I also need to be taken care of by the other side. Is there too much demand...

Following this thought, the more civilization feels that it seems too "evil" is too great? I quickly adjusted my mentality: "By the way Palos, I'm sorry, I want you to make something." It's weak to help or something. Since you are a man, you should be welcome, right? ╮（╯﹏╰）╭

Civilization originally wanted Palos to make a set of mahjong, but then he thought about it-his own half-hearted mahjong level (Xiaoming: cover your face, as a Sichuanese, I don’t even know how to play mahjong... During the New Year holidays, they can only play with a group of little P kids who have not grown up). Don’t teach Palos well and they will make some messy rules...

Moreover, civilization also thinks of a problem, that is, mahjong has patterns on it. Don’t forget the circles and stripes, but those "10,000", "20,000", "30,000" and so on...Although they have the same language, the text can be used. It works.

By the way, he seems to have not asked Palos, is there any writing in the tribe?

Moreover, the mahjong thing is very troublesome to carve, so a small piece, it is not as wide as Palos's two fingers, it is too hard for Palos.

Of course, Civilization would not say that he was embarrassed and thoughtful about what to do if Palos was short-sighted or cross-eyed because of the carving of this little thing-although this is basically impossible.

In accordance with the requirements of civilization, Palos used a stone knife to cut out fifty-four small pieces of wood. According to civilization, it is the size of a palm. Palos chose balsa wood, which, according to him, is the lightest wood. Because Palos heard that Civilization said that there will be fifty-four pieces of wood chips in his hands to play, of course, he can't tire his baby with heavy wood.

The wood of balsa wood is particularly light, and the color is fine and white. It does not eat insects and does not eat by ants. It grows quickly, the trees are tall and straight, and there are few branches. With the shoes made before civilization, you can go out as long as it is not snowy. Cut one back, after all, it grows fast.

Give the polished wood chips to Civilization, and Civilization uses the charcoal that was previously red-hot to paint on it steadily——

Since Palos did not allow civilization to always do one thing for fear that he would get tired, so, the only wooden deck in the world was finally completed after three days. With the first experience, Palos was the second one. There will be more cards, and even suits can be painted, so on the fourth day, two pairs of wooden poker cards were finally completed.

In the afternoon, Wenming ran to Crusch’s house—well, Palos took him to Crusch’s house to play with Parson.

Neil and Sigmund live far away from here, and because of the snow, Neil only goes out every three to five days. And Parson...well, since knowing that he is likely to be pregnant with a small orc, Parson's feet have barely touched the ground-even when he walks around, Crushy is used as a "porter".

In fact, there are only a few civilizations regarding poker gameplay, such as "Fighting Landlords", "Gongzhu", and "upgrading"...Although the terms spoken from the mouths of civilization make Palos, Crush and Parsons heads. It's dizzy, but Civilization didn't want to explain it in the past-it's the same reason, he also said according to his Sichuan dialect, just as a noun.

That's right, there are two "drive trains" that can be played by two people, and "flops" that can be played by one person...well, sure enough, it seems that poker has more ways to play than mahjong?

Parson had long felt that he was going to be "too lazy to get moldy". At this time, civilization had brought fun things, and he was so happy that he didn't know what to do. Immediately pulled Klushi, carefully and carefully, really listened to the gameplay explained by civilization.

Civilization thinks that since there are four people, then come to "Fight the Landlord"-in all the gameplay, this is also one of the very high penetration rates. You know, there are special "Fight Landlord" games on the computer.

The cards were shuffled, and the civilization took out the cards one by one to explain the suits to them, and then drew out a few cards to explain the gameplay.

Midway civilization was fed by Palos several times with warm water to moisturize his throat, and finally explained all the rules.

After finishing talking, Wenming drank another big sip of the warm honey water that Crusch specially soaked for him and Parson. Parson was already a little impatient: "Well...Although I still don’t understand, but according to what you said , Let's learn while playing."

Soon, the four people mixed the two decks of cards together. The cards made of balsa wood are very light, even if two decks of cards are stacked together, one hand of civilization can be lifted effortlessly.

The four people quickly entered the state, and from time to time there was a message such as "Wait a minute! That's my card..." "Well, who lost? Hurry up and shuffle the cards..." "Ah...I forgot, this The card means this..." "I won, I won!" the voice.

Fortunately, although Palos and Crush were attracted by the way of playing poker, in their hearts, civilization and Parson were the most important. So when they saw that Parson and Civilization were a little rubbing their eyes, they stopped by coincidence. Coming down, strongly demanded that they should rest.

Fortunately, Parson and Wenming are both excited about the new society, and the other is a lot of fun after a long time. Although both of them are a little reluctant, they are not willful. Well, it is good to play from time to time.

Only Palos and Crusch are left. Although Wenming and Parson can't get started, they still don't want to leave like this. As a result, Civilization's eyes rolled and thought of another "stealing ten thirty."

This is not only the dialect of Sichuan, but also the dialect of the civilized hometown. Except for the cards from one to nine, the other J, Q, K and Kings are all half-point. If you lose more than 10:30, you will lose if you do not exceed 10:30. Of course, there is no limit to whether you continue to draw cards. of.

So Wenming and Parson ate dried fruits and candied fruits, and sat alone to cheer for their lover. After playing for a while, Civilization couldn't sit still anymore-he thought he had enough rest, and wanted to join again.

However, if you continue to "fight the landlords", you will definitely not be allowed by Palos and the others, so the civilization starts thinking and thinking again...Finally, the inspiration appears!

"I said I said, let's play the'killing' game of'dark, please close your eyes'!"

What is meant by "unsurprising words and endless death"? ! That's it. As soon as the voice of civilization fell, they saw Cruch and Palos looking at him with weird faces, and even Palos looked puzzled: "...Xiao Ming, you just said...what to kill?"

Clenching a fist with his right hand and hitting the palm of his left hand, Civilization grinned: "In fact, it's not as scary as it sounds, or you can change your name." Just at the end of the game, Civilization will disperse the J, K, King, and Return in the cards. There are three digital cards to pick out.

As a result, I glanced around... "Um... only four people..." With such a small number of people, it is not very effective to play... As soon as the voice fell, Neil's energetic voice came from the courtyard outside: "...Parson? Crusch? Hello, are you at home? I'm here to play again?"

Neil brought Samuelson and Chelsea here together. In fact, here, Sigmund’s father and Ada are also Samuelson’s elders, and the relationship between Samuelson and Chelsea is now on the right track. Such a joyful thing, of course, I have to tell my friends.

As for Sigmund, he had been sent by his lover to find Palos and them. Samuelson is responsible for the safety of Neal and Chelsea. Miller was young and didn't want to walk in the snow, so he volunteered to stay and ponder the medicinal materials-games or something, how can the herbs be cute? And they are all in pairs, so don't join in the fun! ╭(╯＾╰)╮!

As a result, Neal didn’t expect that the Parsons still had civilization. Moreover, the two hadn’t seen each other for several days. After seeing him and Chelsea, Samuelson and Chelsea, Neil gave a big smile: "You can count. coming!"

Uh (⊙o⊙), what did they do to make Xiao Ming happy?

The author has something to say: Originally, Shazi wanted to write about Mahjong, but Shaojin was blind to Mahjong—that is, he didn’t know anything about Mahjong. Shaoji was afraid that Baidu would be suspected of deceiving points when Baidu came out. Moreover, because Shaojin could not write it, it would be dry to write. Isn't it tasteless?

So Sand was replaced by poker. Although Sand didn’t know much about poker, it was still much better than Mahjong... In fact, Wo’s favorite thing is to play "killing games" with poker. Every time when Sand is a killer, everyone does it. Can’t guess it (sand is very good at pretending to be facial paralysis~~)

Little buns, little buns, it’s our message to help me a little bit, I will let the little buns jump out in the next chapter...MUA~~

Sweet little buns, my favorite, haha~~