Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

The warm wind blows, warm.

Sitting in front of the cave dwelling on the west, chatting while grinding ginkgo.

"Chang Xia, what is that pile next to the red sandalwood?"

"Duck feathers."

"Duck feather? What do you keep it for?"

Chang Xia smiled mysteriously, with an inscrutable look on his face. She kept this duck feather for her own plans, and now is not the time to reveal it.

Besides, there are too few duck feathers.

"You will know later. Nuanchun, if you see someone in the tribe catching wild ducks or big white geese, remember to tell the tribe for me to let them keep the duck feathers and goose feathers. I will be of great help. "

Nuan Chun was confused and nodded.

"Don't you want chicken feathers?"

Chang Xia shook his head and replied, "No need for chicken feathers."

Chicken feathers can be used to make feather dusters or feather shuttlecocks. When the rainy season is boring, chicken feather shuttlecocks can be used to pass the time, but Chang Xia has already filled up the rainy season, so there is probably no time to play shuttlecocks.

Maybe, when you have time, make a few chicken feather shuttlecocks.

Give it to the beast cubs of the tribe to consume their vigorous energy, so as not to make troubles in the tribe all day long and have no peace.

Root and the elders agreed to expand the tribe, probably because they felt that the tribe was too small.

The headaches caused by the beast cubs are tormented every day, and the tribe expands. Even if the beast cubs make a fuss, they can still come out of sight.

soon.

Chang Xia and his two brought three small ones and ground two large baskets of ginkgo fruit.

"Let's go back to the animal den." Chang Xia said, "It's time to go back and prepare dinner! Tonight I'm going to Hongye Ridge, have dinner early, and prepare torches, rattan baskets and other things."

Tonight, how many clansmen will go to Hongye Ridge.

Chang Xia doesn't know, it depends on Gen and the elders.

Based on Chang Xia's understanding of the orc race, the number of people tonight will not be small. After all, the orcs are full of energy. They work all day during the day, and they can still be lively and noisy at night.

Besides, the deliciousness of the red maple sap.

It's hard for the orcs to say no.

In order to eat maple syrup as soon as possible, the tribe couldn't tell if they had to move all of them.

think about.

Chang Xia's footsteps walking towards the animal den became more and more brisk.

With one heart and one mind, why worry that the tribe cannot prosper? !

"Sister Changxia, can we go to Hongye Ridge?" The tit took small steps, hopped briskly, raised its head, and asked Chang Xia if she could follow to Hongye Ridge.

Beside Wuliu Luyou did not speak.

The eager little eyes are self-evident.

Before Chang Xia could answer, Nuan Chun raised his hand and flicked the tit on the forehead, rolled his eyes, and said, "I can't go, can you guys follow? Don't forget, you usually can't even come to Baihu Lake , this time it is the expansion of the tribe, so you have the opportunity to come to White Lake to play and play."

Chang Xia Nuan Chun came from beast cubs.

How could Chang Xia Nuan Chun fail to guess their little thoughts?

"Why!"

Three immature sighs sounded at the same time.

It made Chang Xia and the two of them laugh out loud.

People are little ghosts.

"You are still young... When you grow up, let alone Hongyeling, you can go to the Qinghai Plateau, and you can even go to the East China Sea!" Chang Xia smiled and said temptingly.

as expected.

Both the tits and Wuliu Luyou were attracted by Chang Xia's words.

They lived in the Dusk Forest, so they had naturally heard the names of the Qinghai Plateau and the East China Sea. Who can't yearn for the outside world?

The young eagles spread their wings, all looking forward to flying high.

"Sister Changxia, can we really go to the Qinghai Plateau and the East China Sea?"

"The bird clan is arrogant, the fish clan is arrogant, tsk!"

Suddenly, Chang Xia heard Lu You complaining from him.

She couldn't help but lament that Lu You's precocity, arrogance, and aloofness really vividly described the bird clan and fish clan. These two tribes call the orcs barbarians, despise the vulgarity of the orcs, and have always ignored the orcs.

Similarly.

The orcs despised the pretentious gestures of the two races.

"Chang Xia, Shen Rong asked you to prepare dinner early."

As soon as Chang Xia returned to the animal den, Nanfeng's familiar voice sounded outside the house.

But I saw Nanfeng coming with two wooden barrels on his shoulders.

Different from ordinary wooden barrels, the wooden barrels on Nanfeng's shoulders are like wine barrels, the kind of wine barrels with lids. Looking at the two newly made wooden barrels, Chang Xia's face was full of smiles.

This wooden barrel is really suitable for holding red maple sap.

"Don't worry, I'm preparing." Chang Xia responded and asked, "Who made this wooden barrel?"

"Shen Rong. He said that this is the wine barrel from Xilu, which is usually used to hold ale." Nanfeng lifted the cover and showed the barrel to Chang Xia.

The more I look at it, the more satisfied Chang Xia is.

"Okay, very good." Chang Xia praised.

Nanfeng put down the wooden barrel and said excitedly, "Elder Yami, let the elders of the tribe make wooden barrels. I think their posture seems to want to wipe out Hongye Ridge."

Wooden barrels, the same size and style.

Each can hold about a hundred catties of red maple sap.

Each maple tree usually produces 35-50 liters of sap, and 40 liters of sap is concentrated and refined into about 1 liter of maple syrup. The red maple trees in Hongye Ridge are old and have never harvested their sap. This ratio should be higher.

Chang Xia estimates that each tree of a thousand-year-old maple tree can produce about 60-100 liters of sap; each tree of a five-hundred-year-old maple tree can produce 50-70 liters of sap; Red maple is about 45-60 liters of sap.

If calculated in this way.

The entire Hongye Ridge can produce at least 10,000 catties of maple syrup.

More than 10,000 catties. There are more than a thousand members of the Heluo tribe, and each person can get about 10 catties on average.

Thinking about it, Chang Xia was very excited.

About ten catties per person does not sound like much.

However, this is definitely a fortune for the Heluo tribe.

After all, this is only an estimate of Changxia, and the production capacity of Hongyeling red maple trees can only be determined when they are actually harvested.

"Nanfeng, how many round wooden barrels did the tribe make?" Chang Xia asked.

Nan Feng said: "Now there are about a few hundred."

Hearing this, Chang Xia was taken aback.

"So many—" Chang Xia asked, "How many people did Elder Yami call?"

"All the tribal elders have been called, and Xiling is also there." Nanfeng replied.

Xiling is also a tribe beast cub.

However, he is older than the tits, 13 years old this year. Usually, the elders of the tribe teach various hunting skills, and occasionally follow the hunting team to go out to participate in hunting activities.

"Elder Yami, amazing." Chang Xia said silently.

Nanfeng said that the tribe wanted to wipe out Hongye Ridge, and this idea was not groundless.

Nine times out of ten, the tribe intends to act.

Genhe Tribe really dispatched more than a hundred people to Hongye Ridge. Before the rainy season, it is really possible to harvest the red maple sap in Hongye Ridge.

In the evening, Chang Xia didn't think about eating.

Stewed bone broth and made barbecue.

On the side, there were cleaned wild vegetables. When Shen Rong came back, he would boil the wild vegetables in the bone soup and eat them at any time.

Going west.

Nanfeng Nuanchun led the three chickadees back to the tribe, and Chang Xia silently prepared bone knives and rattan baskets. The Torch Tribe has stock, and it will be distributed uniformly when they go to Hongye Ridge, so Chang Xia doesn't have to worry about it.

Grandma Su Ye and Bai Qing didn't come over today.

The remaining two barrels of red maple sap were not wasted in Changxia.

While waiting for Shen Rong, he poured the sap into the clay pot and boiled it over low heat.

As the clay pot is heated, the water in the red maple sap is evaporated little by little, and the sap begins to become viscous. Along with that, there's a tangy caramel sweetness.