Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

The mood of working is different, and the efficiency is naturally different.

Qiao Xin holds wood chips every day to record the progress of quarrying and any sudden thoughts so that she will not look back and forget them.

There were so many ideas that a large piece of wood was not enough. Like now, she put the board full of writing back into the space and took out a new one.

Qiao Xin looked at the wooden board in her hand with some disgust. She had tried to write as small a number as possible, but it was still full without writing many words. It would have been nice if she had paper.

As for the pen, I have been delayed by the city wall and haven’t done it yet. I will make it when I get back tonight, and there will be ink.

Qiao Xin stood at the foot of the stone mountain and began to recall how ink was made.

As for the production of paper, Qiao Xin skipped it directly. Food, clothing and safety were not solved. This kind of large-scale and time-consuming matter was not considered now.

At the foot of the stone mountain, tinkling bells played the music of hard work until it was completely dark.

The knocked-out stones were piled on the spot, waiting to be moved to the foundation by the male orcs tomorrow morning.

Qiao Xin led everyone back to the tribe.

Far away, everyone can smell the aroma of meat. Recently, they have to work, and Qiao Xin has once again been living a life where she has to eat to open her mouth.

Opening your own small stove naturally improves the taste a lot, but after a busy day, there is nothing more beautiful than coming home and having a hot meal.

Moreover, the craftsmanship of the old orcs in the tribe has improved under the influence of Qiao Xin, and the taste is much better than before.

Qiao Xin returned home after dinner. She had to hurry up and go back to make brushes and ink.

Qiao Xin took down the wooden board covered with wolf hairs and shoveled off the wolf hairs stuck on it with a knife.

Take a small part and roll it into the core of the pen in the palm of your hand. Remove the long bristles and smooth them out.

After rolling the core of the pen, the broken tip of the hair was removed, and a thin rattan fiber was found to tie the pen tip tightly. In order to prevent the pen hair from loosening or losing hair, Qiao Xin used a little force.

The writing tip was finally finished, and Lang Rui stood aside to observe the whole process.

Qiao Xin finished one and handed over the rest to Lang Rui.

She went to make pen holders.

There are many materials for pen holders, such as bamboo, wood, jade, porcelain, ivory, horn, plastic... etc. The easiest material for the tribe's location is wood.

Qiao Xin went to find a pine log in the firewood pile at the door.

Cut it into a length of 15 centimeters, hollow out one end, dip the previously made pen tip into the hollowed pen holder, dip it in some white juice, and put it aside.

When it dries completely, the brush is finished.

Qiao Xin did not continue cooking, but went to the stove to scrape half a bowl of cigarette ashes.

Lang Rui watched her go in and out, and when she came back, her face was covered with gray.

Qiao Xin saw him looking over and smiled at him.

Under the dim firelight, those white teeth were quite eye-catching.

Lang Rui lowered his head silently and continued to write.

Qiao Xin took a piece of frozen spore skin and threw it into the pot to stew.

Ink is mainly composed of most parts, one is soot; the other is animal glue, which is extracted from animal skin or bone cutin; the third is water, the quality of water affects the quality of ink, which does not matter to Qiao Xin at all. Make trouble.

She can guarantee that Lingquan is definitely the highest quality water in the world.

"Lang Rui, look at the pot, I'm entering the space." After explaining, Qiao Xin entered the space.

Winter should be half over, and Qiao Xin has been planting wheat and corn in the space, saving seeds for next spring.

Excluding the portion she ate from time to time to satisfy her cravings, three tons of wheat seeds and five tons of corn seeds were now piled up in the space.

One acre of land requires about 20 kilograms of wheat seeds, and the existing wheat seeds can be planted on 300 acres of land.

Corn is planted more sparsely than wheat. One acre of land requires about 10 kilograms of seeds. Existing corn seeds can be planted on 1000 acres.

Qiao Xin estimated the physical strength of the orcs. The physical strength of the male orcs was more than 10 times that of the Blue Star humans, while the female orcs were also 3-5 times stronger.

Working from dawn to dusk, they rely entirely on manpower to plant. A human on Blue Star can probably sow three or four acres of land per day, so the physical strength of an orc ranges from 10 to 40 acres.

Cut off the lowest value and the highest value, and take the middle value of 20 acres. The seeds now are enough for the entire tribe to plant.

The wheat seeds produced in Lingquan Space are all high-quality, with a yield of 1200 kilograms per mu; the corn yield is 2500 kilograms per mu.

One season of cultivation would be enough to feed the entire tribe for an entire year.

There is one more thing that needs to be done before spring, which is the making of farm tools.

The corn and wheat in the space were sown yesterday and would take another day to mature and could not be harvested yet. Qiao Xin carried the shovel and came to the place Xiaoling told her.

There is a rotary cultivator buried underground here.

Although the machine cannot start without oil, it does not mean that the accessories above cannot be used.

The rotary blade on it is a good thing. The orcs in their tribe have an animal shape like an ox, which is suitable for pulling a plow. If the rotary blade is improved and placed on the animal shape, it is estimated to be more efficient than a machine.

Qiao Xin dug more than ten meters deep and finally dug out the rotary tiller. Even though her body was now stronger than before, she was still a little tired after all the hard work.

But Qiao Xin didn't stop. She used a wrench to remove the rotary blade and carried it back to the Lingquan area.

There are already many tattered iron products stored there, such as furrow plows, share plows, deep plows, seeders, and weeders.

These are the machines that Qiao Xin used in the past for space planting.

After doing this, Qiao Xin found some space.

Lang Rui saw her tired face and walked over, "What did you do in space? You are so tired!"

"Digging things." Qiao Xin, the existence of space, told Lang Rui, but Qiao Xin never mentioned her origins from the beginning to the end. The space storm blew away many things and even buried them deeply. Now, relying on Xiao Ling, many things can be I also found a lot of useful things.

Lang Rui didn't continue to ask and gave her a bowl of boiled animal glue.

"???!!" Qiao Xin was holding this bowl of fragrant spore skins, brother, this is not for eating!

But it smelled so good. Qiao Xin was already hungry after digging for several hours. Seeing that there was still a lot in the pot, drinking a bowl would not affect the ink making.

No further hesitation, just did it.

After drinking, she took out the stewed animal glue and put it into a stone pot. After pounding it into a sticky paste, she poured in the ash and kept grinding it.

It is tiring in itself, and it is a single boring type of work. As I grind, I start to doze off, leaning forward and back.

Lang Rui put down the bone of the black golden bird in his hand, supported Qiao Xin's tilted head with one hand, took off the stone in her hand, put his arm around Qiao Xin's slim waist, easily put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

I washed a handkerchief and wiped Qiao Xin's face and hands clean of the black dust.

Until it was clean, I got up and went to the living room, moved the brazier to the bedroom, and added a few new coals to it.

He returned to the living room and took over the grinding work.