Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"The black wood pattern is really beautiful!" Shen Rong echoed, thinking about finding time to cut down the trees and dry them in the shade before making them into furniture.

Chang Xia gave Shen Rong a thumbs up and said happily, "You have vision."

"You get used to her, sometimes you have a headache." Nan Feng rolled his eyes and complained about Chang Xia angrily. Where is the iron wood not good?

Aside, Yadong Shankun smiled.

Nanfeng is the least qualified to say this. In the tribe, Nanfeng dotes on Changxia the most, and even the witch asked Nanfeng not to spoil Changxia.

Now, those who spoil Chang Xia have to add Shen Rong.

Fortunately, Chang Xia is sensible, and if she is a delicate and savage one, she will have to jump around all day long.

Shen Rong smiled and said nothing about Nan Feng's words.

"Chang Xia, do you want to dry the ginkgo fruit?" Shen Rong asked.

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

"Chang Xia, 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, "Sunning ginkgo, leave this to me."

Nanfeng didn't speak, but looked around. There are a lot of things piled up in the animal nest, and the ginkgo fruit is not easy to dry, no wonder Shen Rong asked this question.

"Don't worry, after the ginkgo fruit is dried and ground into powder, I'll think about turning the fruit powder into noodles or rice noodles." Chang Xia said confidently. She will definitely succeed, otherwise I'm sorry for the crimes she suffered from drinking fruit powder for many years...

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

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

Every year during the rainy and cold seasons, the tribe hoards a batch of ginkgo fruits. The fruit is powdery, accompanied by the orcs from childhood to adulthood, and then to old age.

After breakfast, Yadong Shankun didn't use Changxia to do anything.

The ginkgo fruit that was placed outside the animal nest is dumped on the ground, spread out, and dried. At the same time, the stones and weeds near the animal den were tidied up.

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 his tribe.

The meat needs to be cleaned to prevent it from rotting and spoiling. Wild vegetable rhizomes and wild fruits need to be stored in different categories, and they are easy to go bad if they are piled up together.

this moment.

Chang Xia was extremely fortunate to have visited the Salt Lake.

She wanted to make bacon, but the warm season was just here and the temperature wasn't hot enough. At this time, it is impossible to make bacon, so I can only rest my thoughts. If you want to eat salty and fragrant bacon, you can only wait for the hotter summer.

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

Too much meat, with her thin arms and legs.

Cutting all morning, it is estimated that it will not be finished.

Looking at the sun, she decisively called Shen Rong for help.

After cutting the meat, dig the kiln by hand.

According to Nanfeng, someone from the tribe will come. In the morning, the tribe simply came to thank Chang Xia. I heard that Changxia is going to build a new animal den, and no one in the tribe went out to pick it today, so they waited to come over after breakfast to watch.

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

Before the tribe sent the pottery, Chang Xia's family only had a few pieces of pottery. In addition to the earthenware pot used for stewing, one earthenware pot contained fried meat, and another earthenware pot contained crushed salt crystals. Afraid of getting wet, the salt crystals are temporarily wrapped in leaves and placed in baskets.

Chang Xia often laments being poor, which is not unreasonable.

The animal nest was tens of square meters, not enough to pile up all kinds of sundries.

Even if no kiln is built, Changxia still needs to build new animal dens or cellars. A tribe usually has one animal den with two to three dens connected to it. Those with cubs or those who live with the elderly are all connected together. From a distance, it looks like a yurt.

Chang Xia raised his forehead, only to realize that the pottery at home is not enough, hesitatingly said: "How about... use the wooden barrel made yesterday?"

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

Compared with the previous life, Shen Rong seems 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 decisively made a decision.

"Bring a new wooden barrel. We'll use wooden barrels to marinate the meat." After Chang Xia finished speaking, he looked carefully at Nanfeng and said in a low voice, "Nanfeng, will the tribe agree to exchange pottery for fish balls and fried meat?"

The fried meat is made, and the wooden barrel is obviously not suitable for holding it.

Pottery, of course, is the best choice.

"Don't worry, the pottery will be delivered later." Nanfeng nodded affirmatively, and rushed to the smell of 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 balls are very suitable for their appetite, and the fish basket makes the old people have the ambition to relive the hunting in their youth. Nanfeng also heard last night that some old people were thinking about improving the fish basket. They wanted to hunt and kill the bigger fish in the Baihe River...

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

Looking at the pile of meat 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 for?"

Before Shen Rong could speak, Nan Feng took the lead in asking curiously.

"Clay pots are not resistant to burning. So much meat boiled in oil to make fried meat. It is best to use a stone pot." Chang Xia explained that there are two pottery pots in the house, and she can use them with ease. She was so distressed.

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

He understands the general layout of the Dusk Forest.

However, some specific situations are unclear.

After all, this is related to the hunting territory of each tribe, and no orc will disclose it to outsiders at will.

"Yadong, come here..." Nanfeng thought for a moment, got up, 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 did know where there were rocks near the tribe.

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

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

"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 then asked: "Who wants to polish the stone pot? I remember the tribe There are clay pots, which are lighter than heavy 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 can see that this pile of meat is all made into fried meat. No amount of clay pots will be enough." Chang Xia said helplessly.

Doesn't she know that clay pots are light and easy to use?

The problem is, clay pots burn easily.

Really using clay pots to cook fried meat is too prodigal.

"Will the clay pot be cracked when making fried meat?"

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

Last night, Gen and Xylophone gave the recipes of fish balls and fried meat to the tribe one by one. One night, everyone in the tribe was busy.

Seeing that Nanfeng and the others changed their faces, Chang Xia hurriedly explained, saying: "It's wrong, it's not that cooking fried meat will burn the clay pot. Rather, the clay pot can't be burned for a long time, and it will burn. If you cook fried meat and stir-fried vegetables, It is best to use a fire-resistant stone pot or iron pot..."

Iron pot, nowhere in sight.

Chang Xia has not seen the tribe use iron.

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

After all, even iron trees can grow in the Dusk Forest, and the stone pot must be extraordinary. As for ironware, it is not something that should be considered at the moment, so take your time.

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

"Three mouthfuls." Chang Xia thought for a while, and then said: "Five mouthfuls. Yadong, help me go to the rocky beach to collect stones for five stone pots. I will make a pot of fried meat for you, and I will 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.

"Shankun, Nuanchun in your family can also make fried meat and fish balls."

Shen Rong opened his mouth to speak, if he wanted to talk about quarrying, he could also go to the rocky beach. However, facing Nan Feng's faint eyes.

He shut his mouth quietly.

ahem——

He really wants to explain that he is really not a waste.

But no one is willing to listen, Chang Xia is fine, why even the tribal people unanimously equate him with Chang Xia? !

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

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