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

Early the next morning, Qiao Xin woke up from her sleep. After washing up, she saw Lang Rui coming in with a large bowl of cabbage soup and two pieces of yam.

Qiao Xin's hands were so cold that they turned red. She came to the table and sat down. She took a sip of the warm cabbage soup and narrowed her eyes in comfort.

After drinking half a bowl, his eyes fell on a row of brushes on the table. The most eye-catching one was a jet black one with golden lines on it.

Qiao Xin picked up the one and looked at Lang Rui. Even if he didn't say it, she knew it must be him.

So far, only Lang Rui in the entire tribe has been able to make such hard bones into the shape he wants.

The black gold bird bone pen holder is slightly heavy, like iron, but not as cold as that. It even has a sense of warmth, like fine warm jade.

Qiao Xin had the urge to write with this pen right away.

Lang Rui held down the excited Qiao Xin and said, "Finish your meal."

Qiao Xin then remembered that the ink had not been made yet.

The stone bowl for grinding ink is placed on the table against the wall.

Qiao Xin ate the last bite of Huaishan and took the stone bowl. The ash inside had been completely mixed with animal glue. She reached out to dip some in it and crushed it until it was even and fine.

Lang Rui saw that she had finished breakfast and went out with the bowl. Construction of the wall officially started today, so he went over to make preparations first.

Qiao Xin dug out a small piece of the soot mixture, put it into a ceramic bowl, added a small amount of Lingquan water, and stirred it thoroughly until the mixture was completely dissolved in the water.

I couldn't wait to put the black gold pen into clean water and wash off the paste on the hair. After washing the pen, I wiped it dry with clean water.

Stained with some ink, the silver-gray wolf brush met the ink, and the pen tip turned black. I scraped the ink-saturated pen tip on the edge of the bowl, and wrote on the wooden board. The word "Lang Rui" jumped out on the board.

The thin gold body is delicate and solemn, showing its strength without losing its softness.

Qiao Xin looked at the name she subconsciously wrote and chuckled.

It's all because Lang Rui is too good.

In order to make it easier to carry, Qiao Xin plans to make the remaining mixture into ink sticks.

I found two square logs and hollowed out the middle, which is ten centimeters long, two centimeters wide and one centimeter wide. I took out thin rattan sticks and tied the two square logs tightly. Put the mixture in and compact it. Once it is set, it can be dismantled. , dried in the shade, if you want to use it later, just add water and grind it.

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Next to the compacted foundation were piles of sand and neat piles of stones. The white sap contained in tree segments was also dragged over from the tribe. Two adult orcs were guarding here. To prevent the cubs from being curious and naughty, play with the white juice.

It needs to be glued to something, and I'm afraid it won't come off without peeling off the skin.

In winter, the water in the soil freezes and may cause the land to swell when the temperature rises. In order to avoid the risk of collapse, Qiao Xin asked the huge orcs to transform into beasts and trample back and forth in the foundation.

This stupid method really worked, and the soft soil became shorter.

Qiao Xin finished the ink strip, washed her hands, and came to the foundation.

All the orcs in the tribe gathered around here. When they saw Qiao Xin coming, they greeted her with kindness, and a few bold ones even winked at Lang Rui.

Lang Rui was completely unmoved, his face remained expressionless, only the tips of his ears were quietly stained with a thin layer of red.

Qiao Xin found an open space without weeds and mixed the sediment with the white juice. The weather was cold and dry now, so she didn't stir too much.

A layer of stones has been laid on the foundation. Qiao Xin shoveled a shovelful of mud and put it down, filled the gaps between the stones, smoothed it with a shovel, and asked someone to pile a layer of stones on top.

These stones had been cut relatively flat when hammered. Qiao Xin arranged them staggered, with one layer of mud and one layer of stones.

Soon, with the help of the orcs, the two-meter-deep foundation slowly became shallower, and was finally flush with the ground.

Everyone was working so passionately that they took off their animal skin clothes, revealing their majestic waist and abdomen. Qiao Xin's eyes fell on them from time to time. Damn, the food was ready. These thin orcs gradually began to gain muscles, which was quite eye-catching.

The most eye-catching one is undoubtedly Lang Rui, with his well-defined abdominal muscles, smooth mermaid line submerged in the animal skin skirt, and strong and graceful thigh muscles, all of which are attractive.

"My mouth is drooling."

Qiao Xin wiped it subconsciously, and when she realized what she had done, her face turned red.

Chasing after the fox girl.

The female orcs stirring the mud burst into laughter.

This caused the male orcs who were building the wall to pay attention to this side frequently.

Niu Biao bumped into Hu Ding, "Which one do you like?"

Hu Ding rolled his eyes at him, and his eyes fell on Lu Cao who pursed his lips and smiled shyly.

Niu Biao took a breath, but he didn't expect that this boy would actually fall in love with the female of the Green Deer Tribe.

"Which one do you like?" Hu Ding was unhappy and glared at Niu Biao.

Niu Biao snorted and stopped talking.

"Lord Qiao Xin."

Qiao Xin, who was stirring the mud, heard someone calling her and raised her head, "What's the matter?"

"The wall is built high, but how to use this line hammer? The wall feels more and more crooked as it is built."

Qiao Xin quickly walked to Lu Ming.

A line hammer is a tool used to prevent the wall from being built crookedly and to level it.

We are all novices, and we only have some foundations. The soil on both sides of the foundation limits the slanted space. Now on the ground, there is only a line hammer as a standard, which is a test of patience.

In particular, many tribal people have never seen a city wall and cannot imagine it, which further limits their performance.

Lu Ming is still a young orc. Just because Lu Yao has been to Black Rock City does not mean that he has been there. The stones are being built up one by one. Not only is everyone's progress different, but their ability to understand and get started is also different.

When the encirclement is slowly encircled, it will indeed make the slower people less and less afraid to take action.

Qiao Xin walked around and found that Lang Rui was the fastest and best at building the bricks. Others were still struggling with the height of one meter. He had already placed several stone slabs under his feet and was building upwards.

She found a straw rope, tied one end to the highest point of Lang Rui, pulled it out, and then straightened the straw rope, "Lang Rui, come here and build it higher."

Lang Rui walked over as instructed and quickly built a square pillar. Qiao Xin tied the rope to the top of the pillar and found that the other end of Lang Rui was even.

He also tied several thread hammers to the rope to tell those who were looking for unevenness that if they built with these thread hammers, they would not be afraid of it being tilted.

By analogy, wire hammers are hung from the long foundation.

The orcs who had been hesitant before had a clear reference, and their speed began to increase.

The midday sun was shining in the middle, and wolf howls sounded from under the city wall, telling everyone that it was time for lunch break.

There were already a hundred orcs in the tribe, and it was completely unrealistic to deliver food. Everyone still went back to the tribe platform to have lunch.

As soon as the cubs heard the wolf howling, they ran away in a gust of wind.

Huding caught sight of Huya who was running at the front and cursed with a smile, "You brat, I'm afraid you'll miss a bite if you run too slow, right?"

If Huya hears this, he will definitely take a sip, "Don't you have any idea? The cooked rice is unpalatable to the long-nosed pig."

After finally getting a chance to eat from a big pot, he must run quickly. After all, under the influence of Qiao Xin, the cooking skills of the orcs have improved qualitatively, and the taste is many times better than that of Hu Ding.