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

The clear and sweet voice made the males on the sidelines feel aroused, and they all set their sights on the females they liked.

The female in the field blushed.

Most of the people here are males from the previous tribe. The later slaves were all sent to Qingshi Mountain. Everyone is more relaxed and laughing all the time.

The wheat straw was cleared away, and the square was covered with fallen golden wheat grains, like a thick golden carpet. The joy of the harvest filled everyone's heart, making it swell with joy.

Qiao Xin piled the wheat grains together with a wooden shovel, stretched out her hand to feel the wind direction, and used the wooden shovel to lift the wheat grains. The wind blew away the dust. "The wheat grain pile is mixed with a lot of pebbles, dust and scattered wheat husks. They need to be cleared out. This is called winnowing."

Lang Rui used a broom to gently sweep out the debris that remained in the wheat pile after the dust was raised.

The two men worked together seamlessly. As soon as the wheat grains fell, the broom moved, and the force was controlled just right, sweeping away only the debris and leaving the wheat grains.

It is a very technical and rhythmic winnowing operation that makes the people around blush.

There are males and females who fall in love with each other. After a glance, they spontaneously form a team, blushing and cooperating in winnowing the field.

From time to time, there were some problems with coordination, laughter was heard everywhere, and the tribe became more lively.

Baskets of wheat weighing two or three hundred kilograms were brought to the large platform for tribal gatherings, where there was a stone mortar that could be used to husk the wheat.

A group of older and disabled orcs were waiting here, all holding winnowing baskets in their hands. As soon as the wheat was brought up, they immediately poured some of it into the winnowing baskets and began to pick out the sand and stones that were missed during the threshing.

After being picked out, they are poured into the stone mortar, and strong males hold up the huge wood and start pounding the wheat grains.

As the giant tree moved up and down, someone nearby would use his hands to push the pounded husks aside until the husks were completely removed, leaving only the light yellow husked wheat.

The wheat was immediately moved to the millstone and ground into flour.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the clouds, and the golden fragments on the ground and the busy rolling stone mills in the square formed a lively march.

There is strength in numbers. When the sun went down, they had pounded enough wheat grains for today's consumption.

Lang Rui waved his hand and told everyone to eat their fill today. Lu Yao, who was in charge of the warehouse, felt heartbroken. Why did he go out before the room even warmed up?

Qiao Xin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Grandpa, we'll grind the wheat tomorrow. There's still a lot of wheat that hasn't been ground yet. There's also a lot in the fields. It's a rare good harvest, so let's have a good meal! It's also a good time to welcome the new members of our tribe."

Lu Yao glanced at her unhappily, saying that one who doesn't manage the household does not know the value of firewood and rice.

How much food would it take for more than 4,000 people to eat their fill?

Soon, Lu Yao not only felt sorry for the food, but also for the fresh meat he brought back from hunting today.

Those who came back from Qingshi Mountain joined the work and did not feel tired at all.

As soon as Langxue and Langyu entered the city gate, they saw this bustling scene. Each of them was carrying two antlered deer on their shoulders and holding a few small ones in their hands.

Standing at the city gate, staring blankly, my eyes unconsciously felt sore.

The two had not seen such a lively atmosphere in the tribe for a long time. Everyone had a satisfied smile on their face, as if they had returned to the moment when the Silver Moon Wolf Clan had not yet been conquered and had not yet become slaves.

Langxue generously handed the horned deer to Luyao, "Register it and add food to the tribe."

Lu Yao glared at the prodigal son fiercely and said, "They're alive, so they can't be killed. They can be kept in captivity." Qiao Xin's family raised six cubs. From time to time, they would give the cubs a bowl of blood to nourish their bodies. The cubs grew very strong and were a delight to look at.

Lang Xue was stunned by the scolding. He even added the wrong extra food. How did he become a prodigal son?

Lang Yu paused slightly and laughed out loud. His brother was still the same brother who loved the tribe as his life. He hadn't changed at all. When it came to his favorite food, the tribe came first.

"I'll take these two, and for the other two, find a place to keep them. Clean the pen every day. Our tribe is so clean, so don't make it stink." Lu Yao gave clear instructions and quickly called people over to take the two to Qiao Xin's pigpen and let her raise them temporarily.

No one else had experience in raising antlered deer, and Lu Yao was afraid that the tribesmen wouldn't be able to keep them alive. This was a roughly raised wild animal like a wild boar, so it was extremely valuable!

Lu Yao put his hands behind his back and went about his own business.

Wolf Snow looked at his brother, "What should we do? We have no place to keep the animals captive."

Lang Yu glanced at him and said, "Lang Rui's family has one. Let's keep it at their house first. We will find a place to keep it tomorrow."

Lang Xue also thought this method would work.

When I got home, I saw Lang Zheng and Lang Ye. They were sitting under the wild grape trellis, drinking water. They had not yet adapted to the life here. Only when they were near Lang Rui's home could they let down their guard.

Lang Rui was busy in the kitchen, and he didn't have the mind to guess what was going on in the minds of these two strong males.

When the two men saw Lang Xue and the others, they stood up and saluted. No matter who these two men were now, in their hearts, everything they had done for the tribe deserved their respect.

Lang Yu waved his hand and said, "We are slaves now, there is no need to do this." After saying that, he glanced at Lang Rui.

Lang Rui turned a deaf ear and just kneaded his own dough.

The horned deer was driven into an empty pigsty. Seeing some green grass nearby, it threw a handful in. Then it glanced at the side and imitated the pigsty by pouring some clean water in.

Lang Yu washed his hands and walked behind Lang Rui, "Do you need help?"

Lang Rui paused and moved away.

Lang Yu: “…” He was just being polite and really didn’t want to help.

Lang Rui snorted coldly, "Aren't you here to help?"

Lang Yu wore the most perfect mask and smiled warmly, "Of course." After that, he got straight to work. It was just kneading the dough, who doesn't know how to do it!

Lang Zheng held his forehead with his hand. Even though Lang Yu had become a slave, he was still treated as a VIP by Lan Zhi. He ate delicacies from land and sea and wore rare animal skins. Even though he was later transferred to Shi Ling and was beaten to pieces, he never did these housework.

Four people watched him kneading the dough. It only took him a dozen minutes to go from being clumsy at the beginning to being able to do it properly.

Lang Yu was quite satisfied with his performance.

"I saw that people were preparing for a welcome party over in the square. Why are you still cooking at home?" Lang Yu asked Lang Rui.

Lang Rui put the kneaded dough in a bowl and covered it with a piece of cloth. "This is for tomorrow's food. Steam some buns and take them out for hunting."

Lang Yu glanced at the amount in the basin and said, "It's going to take a long time, right? I'll go with you."

Lang Rui: "Sure, but you don't have to be gone for a long time. You can go and come back the same day. I made this for my partner. I'm afraid she will be busy and won't cook, so she can just eat whatever she wants."

He turned to Wolf Zheng and said, "Tomorrow you pick out some people from the slaves and go hunting together." To ensure that the tribe has enough meat, the hunting team must be expanded.

The wolf responded.

Lang Rui closed the door of his house and took a few people back to the square.

In the afternoon, everyone saw the wheat grains being ground in the tribe. They knew that this was the same kind of shelled fruit they had eaten when they had fled all the way here. This was also the kind they cooked today, and their stomachs immediately began to cramp.

But no one complained about it. It was good to have something to eat. The fact that it was difficult to digest meant that they could hold their own.

Everyone sat stiffly in their places, holding the stone bowls they had made for themselves in the afternoon.

After everyone arrived, Lu Yao walked over slowly.

He was wearing the same robe made of black bone and animal skin that he had worn when he first met the Qinhe tribe. He had a bright feather crown on his head and well-fitting animal skin boots on his feet. He held a deer-head staff in one hand and a shiny pottery bowl in the other.

He stood on the stone platform, raised the scepter and pottery bowl in his hands, and said, "The Beast God guided you to the Huaxia tribe and made you a member of the Huaxia tribe. This is the honor of everyone. Every orc in the Huaxia tribe should be grateful for the gift of the Beast God."

After saying that, he raised the bowl in his hand and poured it into the fire reverently. As he moved, the flames grew stronger and even the temperature became a little hotter.

There was silence among the crowd, and no expression on their faces.

Lu Yao: “???” What went wrong, shouldn’t these people be looking at him with reverence?

But he did not stop what he was doing. He placed his hands on his chest and chanted loudly: "Beast God is above."

"The beast god is on top!"

"The beast god is on top!"

Seeing that everyone finally responded, Lu Yao let out a sigh of relief. As the chanting began, an inexplicable force descended from the sky, but it did not penetrate into everyone's bodies as promised.

Lang Yu squinted his eyes and looked up at the dark sky, as if thinking about something.

Lu Yao shouted, "Huaxia Tribe."

All the members of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan looked at the young patriarch who was standing parallel to Lu Yao.

Lang Rui nodded slightly, and a series of gradually louder responses rang out.

"Chinese tribe."

"Chinese tribe."