Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 412 Primitive Farming Records (79)

When they got home, the two of them didn't rest. They put the boat into the cave and ran to the salt field to check the situation in the crystallization pond.

To the joy of the two, the salt had already begun to crystallize, and the mother liquor separated. Looking at the formed sea salt, Feng Lie jumped down from the crystallization pool excitedly, squatted down, reached out to fish a handful, and put a little salt into his mouth. Then he raised his face and smiled brightly at Qinghun: "Yoyo, the salt is ready, very salty, better than those salts dried from shells."

Qinghun was dazzled by her uncle's bright handsome face, hey, no wonder there are so many beautiful girls in the clan walking around in front of her house every day.

"We will be able to collect a batch of salt in two days, at least seven or eight hundred leaves of salt. Uncle, please collect a handful first, and we will use this salt for dinner tonight."

Feng Lie discussed with her: "How about we put away all the salt first?"

Qinghun laughed and said: "Don't, it hasn't rained these days, let's put it aside, and collect it together in a few days."

Feng Lie doesn't understand this kind of thing, so he can only listen to her.

Holding handfuls of salt, after leaving the crystallization pool, he was reluctant to hand it over to Qinghun, so he put it into the soul ring by himself, and reluctantly followed Qinghun back to the cave.

When they came out from the clan, they only brought two rattan baskets and nothing to hold the salt, so Feng Lie simply ran to the jungle, cut down the black iron sandalwood tree and came back, intending to make wooden barrels to hold salt.

As for the seven hundred and eight leaf salt, I didn't dare to think about it before. Thinking about the last small trade fair, they used so many things, and they only traded more than 100 jin of leaves.

But now, with just a little sea water, so much of the best salt can be produced.Feng Lie felt a little dazed all over.I was so excited that I wished I could fly back to Jiushan and tell the good news to Wuhe Chief and his clansmen.

Qinghun didn't care about her uncle, who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and calmly cooked dinner.

Lingmi is ready-made, no need to cook it, just cook it.

She took a few fish from the storage ring and cleaned them up, and chopped a red octopus claw out, planning to make raw soy red octopus claws, a pot of golden scale swordfish balls, steamed one, and still made sashimi with the other. A pot of black iron beef beef brisket with tomatoes.

After finishing the dishes, I remembered the fruit of the noodle tree I picked today, took out a bundle, picked a handful, washed it, and planned to cook it to see how it tasted.

The reason why the noodle tree in later generations is called the noodle tree is because the fruit of the noodle tree is shaped like a long bean, which can be boiled and eaten, and the taste is like noodles.And the color is green and blue, very attractive.I don't know if the thing that looks like the fruit of the noodle tree can also be cooked and eaten.

After cooking, Qinghun picked one and tasted it, the taste was tender and soft, especially chewy, with a unique fragrance of grass and trees, and even a touch of aura, which made Qinghun overjoyed, hurriedly The green noodles in the pot were picked up and filled two large bowls, which should be enough for her and her uncle to taste.

However, because there was no salt and oil when cooking, it felt wrong to just eat it like this. Qinghun hurriedly used four-tooth wild pork, chopped it into cubes, fried it with minced meat, and burned it.

Then I went to the entrance of the cave and called Feng Lie, who was making wooden barrels below, to come up: "Uncle, come quickly, I cooked the long green fruit that I picked today, it is green and fragrant, very good, come and eat a bowl first."

Feng Lie carried the stone ax and knife and the three wooden buckets into the cave, and after putting them down, he sat in front of the table, picked up the green noodles with chopsticks, and served them to his mouth.

After taking a bite, his eyes lit up, and he nodded at Qing Hun. Within 2 minutes, there was only a little soup left in a large bowl of green noodles, and he poured all the soup into his mouth in the end.

After eating, Feng Lie freed his mouth to speak: "It's delicious, is that long fruit boiled directly? Go back and let Wu Ye taste it, Wu will definitely like it."

Only when eating, Feng Lie has the childishness that a teenager should have.For his habit of thinking about witches and chiefs no matter what good things happen, Qinghun is already used to it.The thing is, she has the same habit now.

"Don't worry, we've picked a lot of two noodle trees. The sea bowl just now is enough to cook seven or eight hundred bowls. And since there are such trees on the island, there must be some around here. Let's look around later, and it should be fine." turn up."

"Then let's go to the forest tomorrow."

Qinghun picked up her noodle bowl and was about to eat it when she saw Feng Lie staring at her bowl, twitching the corner of her mouth, and could only divide the natural green noodles in half with him, her uncle laughed Get up, happily eat half a bowl of noodles again.

Qinghun was helpless, and didn't know if she was raising her uncle, or if her uncle was raising her.Anyway, as soon as her uncle encounters food, he will immediately transform from tall and mighty to a cute foodie.The speed of switching back and forth is too fast.

This noodle, of course, is just an appetizer. Qinghun brought out the Lingmi rice and arranged all the dishes. It took only 2 minutes to eat, and after hearing the sound of swishing outside, another heavy object fell to the ground sound.

The two hurriedly ran to the entrance of the cave to look out, only to see that big green boa constrictor came uninvited, and a large fish nearly 20 meters long was thrown on the ground. Looking at the two uncles and nephews.

People come to the door with gifts, which is very polite to be a guest, what can Qinghun do?
After taking a look at her uncle, Feng Lie was shocked at first, and then rolled his eyes.Then Qinghun didn’t need to talk about it. When he entered the house, he first put rice in the bowls of himself and Qinghun, and then brought the pot out to the entrance of the cave. He kept it for cooking, so he said to Qinghun, "Where's the big wooden barrel that feeds it during the day?"

Qinghun hurriedly took out the wooden barrel from the space.

Feng Lie poured a pot of spirit rice into the barrel, and then motioned for Qinghun to send it down the cave.

He doesn't have the ability to fetch things from the air with the green soul.

Qinghun had no choice but to resign himself to his fate, lifted the wooden barrel with spiritual power, and sent it to the big green python.

When the big green python saw a wooden bucket of spiritual rice, he turned his head and glanced at the two of them. This time, he was not in a hurry to eat the spiritual rice, but rolled up the big fish on the ground with his tail, sent it to the entrance of the cave, and threw it into the cave .

Well, don't look at him as a beast, but he still knows how to deliver goods to your door.

Fortunately, nothing was placed at the entrance of the cave, otherwise, wouldn't it all have to be smashed to pieces by it?

After delivering the food, the big green python stretched out its head happily to eat.

Qinghun said helplessly: "I said, buddy, you won't rely on us in the future, will you?"

Although a bucket of spiritual rice is exchanged for such a large aquatic beast, it is a blood-earned business, but this kind of unilaterally decided transaction, why do you feel so uncomfortable?
Feng Lie looked at the big green python that was eating very happily, and looked at Qinghun worriedly: "Hey, how many times can your spiritual rice be enough for this big guy? You have to leave some to give to the witch when you return to Jiushan. .”

Qinghun waved his hand weakly: "Don't worry, there is enough for it to eat, and there will be no shortage of Lingmi for Wu."

But there is enough for it to eat, and it can't be eaten in this way. Her Lingmi is used to make wine, and there is not much rice left for her own food. (Second more)
(End of this chapter)