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

The next day, before dawn, Qiao Xin was awakened by a loud noise. She opened her eyes, but did not see Lang Rui. She touched his seat and found it was still warm, so he must have been up not long ago.

Qiao Xin ignored the noise outside and continued to sleep hugging the quilt.

Lang Rui, wearing a brown robe, looked at the wandering orcs who seemed to have traveled a long distance outside and asked Lang Qing, "Where did these people come from?"

"He was led here from the wilderness." Lang Qing was very angry. It must be because they gave out porridge that aroused jealousy. These people had no bottom line at all. Not only did they do evil things, but they also did such tasteless things.

Lang Rui had a blank expression on his face. He knew it when "Rat" came to him to inform him, but he didn't expect that there were so many disaster-stricken orcs in the wilderness. At a glance, there were already more than a thousand of them, and there would be more hidden in the night behind them.

"Send someone out to enforce discipline. Anyone who disobeys will not be given food. Is the kitchen awake?"

"woke up."

"Let them cook for their own people, and don't cook for this group first. Find a hundred people from this group to come and help. Those who help can have three full meals."

Lang Qing took the order and led the team over. Those who were watching the show in the dark did not expect Blackrock City to react so quickly. They were a little angry, but when they thought about the orcs who heard the news and gathered here in large numbers, this anger was nothing.

A group of warriors in black armor stood in front of the wandering orcs, "Let your leaders who can speak come and talk to me."

Everyone looked at each other, but no one stood up. They were just a group of orcs wandering in the wilderness, and they had no leader at all.

Lang Qing waited for a while, but no one came out. "Those who have eaten and bathed during the day and can cook, please step out."

There were many smart people in the crowd. When they heard that he could cook, they knew that it was not a life-threatening task, and suddenly hundreds of people stood up.

Lang Qing took a quick look. There were too many people. It was impossible for them to take all the food. They also didn't have that many pots. "Stretch out your hands, with the backs of your hands facing up."

Hundreds of people stepped out of the line and stretched out their hands with the backs of their hands facing upwards. The black-armored warriors held up lanterns and shone them one by one. All those whose fingertips were not stained by black were picked out, a dozen more than expected.

Lang Qing: "Congratulations, you have earned a job with your hard work."

When everyone heard this, a hint of excitement appeared in their eyes, while those who were not selected were disappointed and hated themselves for not cleaning the gaps between their fingers.

Lang Qing brought the people into the tent. Not long after, everyone brought out big pots and simple cylindrical camp stoves. They were made of iron, but ordinary orcs could not distinguish them. However, people hiding in the dark discovered this and were all surprised.

They didn't do too many fancy tricks, but just asked them to pound the rice manually, remove the husks, pour it into a pot of boiling water, and start cooking porridge.

As the fragrance gradually spread throughout the camp as the sky brightened, pairs of green eyes stared at the fifty pots lined up in a row.

To Lang Rui's surprise, the group of orcs outside the tent did not rush forward all at once, but were restrained by the orcs who had eaten porridge yesterday.

“Get in line.”

"If you don't line up properly, they won't provide you with porridge."

"Tell you to line up, do you hear me?"

Since it concerns their own interests, everyone listened to them in order to get food. However, those who relied on their good physical fitness and wanted to grab food were immediately attacked and suppressed as soon as they had the impulse, and were beaten and thrown out with bruises on their faces.

When Qiao Xin woke up, she saw a happy scene, "Most people are kind."

It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Qiao Xin began to think carefully and adjust her plan.