Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"The texture of black wood is really beautiful!" Shen Rong agreed, thinking about finding time to cut down trees to dry in the shade, and then make them into furniture.

Chang Xia Dynasty Shen Rong gave a thumbs up and said happily, "Have vision."

"You are used to her, when you have a headache." Nan Feng rolled his eyes and complained about Chang Xia in a bad mood. Where is the iron wood not good-looking?

Beside, Yadong Shankun laughed.

Nanfeng is the least qualified to say this. The tribe loves Chang Xia the most on Nan Feng, and even Wu has asked Nan Feng to tell her not to spoil Chang Xia.

Now, the one who spoiled Chang Xia had to add another Shen Rong.

Thanks to Chang Xia being sensible, if you change to someone who is pretty, you have to jump around all day.

With Nan Feng's words, Shen Rong smiled and didn't bother.

"Changxia, do you want to dry the ginkgo?" Shen Rong asked.

Chang Xia said: "Sun. I want to eat noodles and rice noodles early. I want to take the time to dry and grind the ginkgo into powder, so I can do it!"

"Changxia, are the noodles and rice noodles delicious?" Shan Kun was the most active and excited.

Yadong picked up the animal skin, came over and patted his chest, and said loudly, "Suning the ginkgo, leave this to me."

Nan Feng did not speak, and looked around. There are a lot of things piled up in the animal den, and the ginkgo is not easy to dry, no wonder Shen Rong asked this question.

"Don't worry, when the ginkgo fruit is dried and milled, I will ponder and study the fruit powder into noodles or rice noodles." Chang Xia said to himself. She will definitely succeed, otherwise I'll be sorry for her many years of drinking fruit powder paste...

With fish and fried meat as the base, Yadong Shankun is not at all worried about the failure of Changxia.

No matter how bad it is, just drink the fruit powder paste.

Every year in the rainy and cold seasons, the tribe will hoard a batch of ginkgo. The fruit powder is gooey, with the orcs from infancy to adulthood, and then to old age.

After breakfast, Yadong Shankun didn't use Chang Xia to start.

He dumped the ginkgo on the ground outside the beast's nest, spread it out, and dried it. At the same time, the stones and weeds near the animal nest were regulated.

Here, Shen Rong took the animal picture drawn by Chang Xia and communicated with Nan Feng.

Chang Xia squatted down, sorting out the things sent by the clan.

The meat needs to be cleaned up to prevent it from rotting. Wild vegetable roots and wild fruits need to be stored in categories and piled together, which are easy to spoil.

this moment.

Chang Xia was very fortunate to go to the Salt Lake.

She wanted to make bacon, but the warm season just entered and the temperature was not high enough. At this time, I can't make bacon, I can only stop thinking. If you want to eat salty and fragrant bacon, you can only wait for the hotter summer to come.

"Shen Rong, come and help cut the meat into pieces, marinate with salt, and make fried meat at noon." Chang Xia shouted softly.

She has too much meat, with her thin arms and legs.

It is estimated that it will not be finished in the morning.

Looking at the sun, she decided to call Shen Rong for help.

After cutting the meat, dig the kiln by hand.

Listen to what Nanfeng means, someone from the tribe will come. In the morning, the clansmen simply came to thank Chang Xia. I heard that Changxia is going to build a new animal den. Today, no one from the tribe will go out to pick them, so they are waiting to come over after breakfast to watch.

"Chang Xia, what do you pack for meat?" Nan Feng asked.

The tribe hadn't sent the pottery yet, and the Changxia family only had a few pottery pieces. In addition to the pot used for stewing, one pot contained fried meat, and another pot held crushed salt crystals. Afraid of getting wet, the salt crystals were temporarily wrapped in leaves and placed in a basket.

Chang Xia often sighs about being poor, which is not unreasonable.

The animal nest is dozens of flat, not enough to store all kinds of sundries.

Even if the kiln is not built, Changxia still needs to build new animal dens or cellars. Tribes usually have one animal den, with two or three dens connected. There are animal cubs or old people living together, and the dens are connected together. From a distance, it looks like a yurt.

Chang Xia helped her forehead, only to remember that she didn't have enough pottery at home, and hesitantly asked, "How about... use the wooden barrels you made yesterday?"

"I tried a new wooden barrel, and it didn't leak." Shen Rong said.

Compared with the previous life, Shen Rong seemed to like the current life more. Trivial, busy, but very fulfilling.

At the same time, like Chang Xia, he enjoys a little bit of hoarding.

Upon hearing this, Chang Xia made a decisive decision.

"Bring a new wooden barrel over, and we will use the wooden barrel to marinate the meat." After Chang Xia finished speaking, he looked carefully at Nanfeng and whispered, "Nanfeng, will the tribe agree to exchange pottery for fish **** and fried meat?"

When fried meat is made, wooden barrels are obviously not suitable for storing.

Pottery, of course, is the best choice.

"Don't worry, the pottery will be delivered later." Nan Feng nodded affirmatively, and rushed to the scent of the food that wafted over the tribe last night. The tribe would definitely be willing to exchange pottery with Chang Xia.

If the tribe does not exchange, the tribe elders in charge of pottery will not agree.

The fish **** suit their appetite, and the fish baskets give the old people the ambition to relive their hunting in their youth. Nanfeng also heard last night that some old people were thinking about improving the fish basket. They wanted to hunt down those bigger fish in the White River...

"That's good." Chang Xia held the salt shaker, evenly coated the cut meat with salt crystals, and put it in a clean wooden barrel. Marinate for an hour or two, then boil in oil to make fried meat.

Looking at the pile of meat pieces in front of him, Chang Xia quickly looked at Shen Rong.

"Shen Rong, we need a stone pot."

"Stone pot, what do you want the stone pot to do?"

Before Shen Rong could speak, Nan Feng was the first to ask curiously.

"The pottery pot is not resistant to burning. So much meat is boiled in oil to make fried meat. It's better to use a stone pot." Chang Xia explained that there are two pottery pots in the family. She was heartbroken.

Shen Rong hesitated: "The stone pot needs a hard stone to polish. Is there a suitable big stone near the tribe?"

He knew the general layout of the Dusk Forest.

However, some specific situations are not clear.

After all, this is about the hunting territory of each tribe, and no orc will reveal it to other tribes at will.

"Yadong, come here..." Nanfeng thought for a moment, got up, and called Yadong, who was drying ginkgo fruits outside, and said, "Yadong, do you know where the stones near the tribe are suitable for making stone pots?"

Nanfeng knew where there were stones near the tribe.

However, she doesn't know what can be used to make a stone pot.

The Heluo tribe has two large stone pots, which are used only when the tribe encounters a major incident.

"There is a rocky beach in the upper reaches of Baihe Beach. The stones there are hard and resistant to burning. The tribal stone tools are all quarried from the rocky beach." Yadong replied, and asked, "Who wants to polish the stone pot? I remember the tribe. There are clay pots, which are lighter than bulky stone pots."

"I want to use a stone pot to make fried meat. The clay pot is easy to crack after being burned for a long time. You see, this pile of meat is all made into fried meat. No amount of clay pot is enough." Chang Xia said helplessly.

Does she know that clay pots are light and easy to use?

The problem is, the pot is easy to burn.

Really using a clay pot to cook fried meat, it's a waste of money. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Will the pot be cracked by making fried meat?"

Hearing this, Nan Feng and the others changed their faces.

Last night, Gen and Xylophone passed the methods of fish **** and fried meat to the clansmen one by one. One night, everyone in the tribe was busy.

When Chang Xia saw Nanfeng and the others changed their faces, he hurriedly explained and said, "It's wrong, it's not that making fried meat will burn the pottery pot. It's just that the pottery pot can't be burned for a long time, and it will burn. If you make fried meat and stir-fried vegetables, It is best to use a fire-resistant stone or iron pot…”

The iron pot is a long way off.

Chang Xia has never seen the tribe use iron tools.

Stone pot, I can still look forward to one or two.

After all, the Twilight Forest can even grow iron trees, and the stone pot must be extraordinary. And iron tools are not something that should be considered at the moment, take your time.

"Chang Xia, how many stone pots do you want?" Yadong nodded, understanding what Chang Xia meant.

"Three." Chang Xia thought for a while, and then said, "Five. Yadong, you help me go to the rocky beach to pick up the stones for the five stone pots. I will help you make a pot of fried meat, and give you a basket of fish by the way. Maru, do you think it's okay?"

"Chang Xia, I can also help you go to the rocky beach to quarry." Shan Kun interjected.

Yadong raised his foot and kicked Shan Kun away.

"Shan Kun, your family also makes fried meat and fish **** in the warm spring."

Shen Rong opened his mouth to speak, and if he wanted to say quarrying, he could also go to the rocky beach. However, looking at Shang Nanfeng's faint eyes.

He quietly closed his mouth.

cough cough—

He wanted to explain that he really wasn't trash.

But no one wants to listen, Chang Xia is nothing, why even the tribesmen agree that he and Chang Xia are equal? !

Before, he was unwilling to heal his wounds and wanted to wait for his death in peace.

Now that Shen Rong's mind has changed, he should find an opportunity to detoxify, and he can't really become a waste of soft food.