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

Qiao Xin did not go home, but went to Bai Ru's house. Bai Ru and Mao Bai were skinning a rabbit.

With skilled movements, a complete rabbit skin is quickly peeled off. The rabbit skin will be tanned and made into leather clothes or leather mattresses in the winter.

There were three skinned rabbits in a large wooden basin.

"Why are there so many?" Qiao Xin saw that they had four dead ones on hand and were preparing to skin them.

Bai Ru used a green vine to tie her hair into a bun, and she kept her hands moving. "I have a lot of rabbits at home, so eat more."

Mao Bai pursed his lips and smiled, "She doesn't want to raise them anymore. The rabbits are getting bigger and bigger. Lang Qing is not here, and she has to cut grass and feed them by herself. It's too tiring."

Bai Ru gave him a glare, "That's true. Lang Yu only knows how to catch rabbits but doesn't know how to raise them. It makes me so angry."

"Just talk to him and tell him to stop catching them, and he'll listen to you."

Qiao Xin squatted down to help perm the duck feathers. "If you let him catch them, he can only catch rabbits and pheasants. This will train his hunting ability. If you don't let him catch them one day, he will dare to hunt wolves or bears. He is very brave."

When Bai Ru heard this, she realized that it was indeed true. Her son was a man with big ideas and was extremely daring. If he was not kept under control, he could cause trouble.

You can only endure the hardship and catch one and eat it!

It is impossible to keep it anymore!

Qiao Xin laughed, "If you can't finish it, you can make it into a cured rabbit. Marinate it with seasonings, put it on a rack, and put pine wood underneath to make a smoked rabbit. You can store it until winter."

Bai Ru slapped her thigh. Why couldn't she understand it so quickly?

"Okay, that's what we'll do from now on."

Mao Bai stood up and started to chop the rabbit meat. "Master Qiao Xin, do you have cabbage seeds? I want to grow some cabbage to make sauerkraut in winter. Niu Biao likes to eat dumplings stuffed with sauerkraut. I'll make some more."

He also left two cabbages in his field for seeds, fearing that they would not be enough.

"How much do you plan to plant? You can't plant much on the small hillside in front of your door." Qiao Xin spread the duck feathers on the winnowing basket to dry.

Bai Ru was stunned. "This duck feather is not good-looking. Why do you keep it? If you want good-looking ones, I'll give you some. Lang Yu hunted a lot of pheasants, and their tail feathers are very beautiful."

Orcs like to decorate themselves with feathers. Bai Ru thought Qiao Xin kept these twisted duck feathers for decoration.

Qiao Xin laughed, "No, I'm keeping these feathers to make a kind of clothing called a down jacket. A piece of clothing requires a lot of these duck feathers!"

Every time she killed a wild duck, she would expose the feathers to the sun, leaving the down and removing the stalk feathers. By winter, there should be enough to make two pieces, one for her and one for Lang Rui.

At Bai Ru's house, she also subconsciously kept duck feathers.

Mao Bai was also curious. He had discovered that Qiao Xin had collected them a long time ago. Having been a slave for a long time, he was used to being cautious and prudent. He instinctively did not ask too many questions about his master's words and deeds, but just kept them in his heart and guessed them secretly.

“Is this warm?”

"It will definitely be warmer if it's filled more." But Qiao Xin didn't know how to solve the problem of down leaking out. The down liner can't be made of just any kind of cloth. The density must be high to prevent down from leaking out, and it must also be breathable.

I don’t know if the Qinhe tribe has any solution.

Alas! It's another day of missing Qinhe Tribe.

Why did they set a two-month deadline in the first place? They should have just detained the people here and let them weave before leaving.

In the Qinhe tribe, which is far away at the end of the Qinhe River, apart from gathering and hunting, almost everyone now stays at home day and night to weave as much shark silk as possible.

"Qin Qiao, you little bastard, get back here." Qin Tian looked at the two black, creaking silks in his hands.

Damn, calling it "xiao" is a compliment to it.

The mermaid silk sent by other tribesmen was soft, fresh, bright, and pure in color, and pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at it. But the one made by this brat looked like a piece of dried bacon.

Qin Tian had already disappeared. He ran into Qin Fan's fur tent, sat down and drank a lot of water. "Father, you don't know the value of things. The color of the shark silk I wove is very resistant to staining."

Qin Fan was helpless, "Then you keep it for yourself."

Qin Qiao: "..." No need to, he still likes bright colors, "I just think the people of the Huaxia tribe may like black! Didn't you see that their armor is all black!"

Qin Fan had traveled before and had more experience than Qin Qiao, who had always stayed in the tribe. "That's because the black gold bird's hide is only this color."

Qin Qiao scratched his face, refusing to admit that he was wrong. "It won't be wrong to try. I only wove two pieces. Just give them to Master Qiao Xin. You don't need to exchange them for supplies."

Qin Fan was speechless. You have spent so much time, and if you don't use it to exchange supplies, are you going to live a life of starvation for the rest of your life?

"Qin Qiao, don't be willful. Hurry up and weave two more pieces to fill in. There's still time. We still have a month before we go to the Huaxia tribe to exchange for salt and food."

Qin Qiao was discouraged. He felt that no one in the tribe understood him and he felt very depressed.

After coming out of Qin Fan's house, Qin Qiao became more and more angry. He jumped into the river, and his legs immediately turned into flowing green fish tails.

A transparent film appeared on his eyes, protecting them from the water. He swam deeper, waving his tail.

Along the way, you can see huge bubbles in the river, in which fish of different colors are cultivated. These are the materials they use to weave shark silk.

Qin Qiao dived deeper and deeper until he stopped in front of a bubble. Looking at the black fish in the bubble, Qin Qiao transformed his sharp claws and grabbed the bubble.

Just when he was about to catch it, his hand stopped in time, unwilling to give up.

After struggling internally, he finally did not do it. He liked some special things, and it was not easy to cultivate this kind of black fish. He observed and guarded it day and night, exhausted his bloodline power, and finally succeeded, but was not recognized.

He didn't feel good inside.

If Qiao Xin were here, she would tell him why he felt bad.

Because it's like your beloved child being laughed at by others for his poor grades, but you feel helpless and aggrieved, and unable to argue back.

My child’s academic performance is not up to par!

Qin Qiao closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was like an arrow shot from a bow, breaking through the water surface. His fish tail slapped the water surface, and he flew into the air, doing a backflip. When he landed, his fish tail turned into a pair of legs with graceful lines.

He quickly sneaked back to his father's tent, wrapped up the two pieces of cloth, put them on his back, and re-entered the Qin River alone. He swam to the bubble where he had cultivated the bathwater, reached his hand into the bubble and hooked it, and the bubble automatically attached itself to his back.

He did not plan to take the land route this time. He knew that the mermaids could not leave water and salt, so he decided to take the water route.

He had a good memory. When Qin Fan described the route to the Huaxia tribe, he remembered it all. He knew that if he went down the Qin River and reached a river with three branches, he would go ashore and walk east after sunset, and he would see the Piranha River. If he walked down the river, he would reach the Huaxia tribe built next to the Piranha River.

He just didn't believe it. In the large Chinese tribe, there must be someone who recognized him.