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

Soon, Qiao Xin knew what the deer blood was used for.

The jelly-like deer blood was put in an iron box and placed in front of her, exuding the same scent of grass.

If she hadn't seen Lang Rui take it out of the pot with her own eyes, she would have thought it was raw.

A wooden spoon that looked like freshly made food was handed to her hand, "Eat it, it's cooked, there are no worms."

Qiao Xin's forehead twitched, this person must be competing with parasites, right?

Qiao Xin took a piece and put it in her mouth. It tasted very similar to jelly. It was chewy and tasteless, but very fragrant.

As soon as it enters the abdomen, some warm energy disperses to the limbs and bones.

The fatigue from the cold is slowly fading away.

Qiao Xin knew that this was a good thing, and generally such good things were difficult to obtain.

His eyes fell on the red mark on Lang Rui's shoulder. Lang Rui also noticed it and said nonchalantly: "It was scratched by a branch. It only broke a little skin. It will be healed soon."

Qiao Xin blinked her eyes and let out a dull sigh.

"It's normal to feel a warm sensation after drinking raw deer blood."

"Yeah, I feel that way."

Lang Rui was satisfied when she heard that she had it. It seemed that it was effective even if it was familiar.

"Eat more, there will be more." The horned deer is more than two meters tall, but its antlers are only one meter long, and its body does not actually have much deer blood.

Lang Rui planned to drink this and then hunt another one. Qiao Xin was too thin, with thin arms and legs that felt like they would break if broken lightly.

The venison was so tender that it didn't need to be stewed for long before it was already half-melted in the soup. The tortillas were placed in a shallow rattan basket.

"Stay and eat together." Qiao Xin said to Mao Bai.

Mao Bai smiled and didn't agree. The horned deer was rare and he was not sick or in pain. He couldn't waste such a good thing.

In the end, Mao Bai couldn't resist, so he took three corn cakes and left.

Qiao Xin took a bite of the tortilla, and the satisfaction of eating a familiar staple food that she hadn't seen for a long time made her eyes heat up.

The thick white venison soup was paired with soft, glutinous and sweet corn tortillas. Qiao Xin drank three bowls of soup and two tortillas in one go.

Lang Rui only drank a bowl of soup and a cake and then stopped eating.

"Why don't you eat?"

"full."

I believe you, a person who usually cooks three chestnuts and potatoes and five or six kilograms of meat in one meal, who are you kidding!

Qiao Xin seemed to have thought of something again, her eyes were not only hot but also sore, and her chest felt astringent.

He grabbed the bread from the basket and stuffed it into his hand, then scooped out a bowl full of soup for him, "Eat, I still have a lot of corn, you can eat it every day."

Lang Rui made a bowl of hot water and ate the cake without touching the bowl of broth.

The venison should be left for Qiao Xin to eat.

Qiao Xin: "..." How can this dog man love others so much!

She felt like she couldn't bear it! Want to fall.

He sniffed and asked, "Has the snow stopped?"

"Stopped."

"The snow must be very thick outside!"

"Well, after dinner later, while you are at home, I will take people to chop cabbages on the other side of the river. They are all covered with snow. We can dig as much as we can."

"Is it too cold? What should I do if I get cold?"

Lang Rui raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "It's not cold anymore, it's just the beginning!"

Qiao Xin felt that she had been ridiculed, and the emotion she felt just now disappeared quickly. This bitch should be left alone!

After eating, Qiao Xin was not sleepy. Lang Rui took people to the other side of the river to chop cabbage, and she entered the space.

The corn planted last night has grown to more than one meter high. It has passed the jointing stage and entered the heading stage. It is estimated that it can be harvested tomorrow.

There is a spiritual spring in space. According to past experience, the yield of corn per mu can reach about two thousand kilograms. Now this one hundred square meters can produce about three to four hundred kilograms of corn cobs.

It should yield more than two hundred kilograms of corn kernels.

Keep half for sowing and half for eating, there is no need to save at all.

Although there is no reason why the harvest period has been shortened from seven or eight days to two or three days, Qiao Xin is very satisfied with this speed.

"Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling, I'm here to see you." Qiao Xin walked to the spring to say hello.

After waiting for a long time, the spiritual spring rippled, seeming to respond to Qiao Xin.

"You found wheat! Is it true?" Qiao Xin actually didn't have much hope for wheat and rice. All the ones planted had withered, so she could only place her hope on the ones that were packaged.

The stone mill can be buried two or three meters into the soil, and the steel bars can be twisted into a storm of twists. It is really difficult to preserve such small wheat and rice.

Qiao Xin picked up the hoe and carried two baskets, and started to go in the direction pointed by Lingquan.

An hour later, Qiao Xin's mouth twitched.

"Xiao Ling, I think your distance is not far from mine. There may be a small gap."

When her power reached level seven, the space had millions of hectares, equivalent to the size of half a province. She had not planted all of it. After all, she could only enter the space by herself, and she only drove her car in many places. Shopping around.

After another hour passed, we finally arrived.

The place was deserted and the land was full of potholes. Qiao Xin threw down the hoe, sat down on the ground, and pinched her bare feet.

After resting for ten minutes, I resigned myself to digging within the circled area.

Lingquan told her that there were about half a catty of wheat seeds one meter deep underground.

In the first few dozen centimeters, she dug very boldly. When she reached almost a meter deep, her movements began to become cautious, for fear of accidentally missing it.

Sure enough, she was right to be cautious. The so-called half a catty of wheat seeds were not concentrated in one place.

Digging the one-meter-deep pit, she dug out a lot of other things mixed in the soil, including two broken shoe soles, a broken cup...things that had no recycling value.

The small wheat seeds are mixed in the soil and cannot be distinguished at all.

Qiao Xin tried to separate it with her eyes wide open, but finally gave up. She put all the soil into a basket, dragged it to the edge of the spiritual spring, and poured it out.

After all this work, people are already exhausted.

After drinking a few sips of the spiritual spring, he went out.

Lang Rui happened to come in with a basket of cabbage. When he saw Qiao Xin who was extremely tired, he quickly walked forward and touched Qiao Xin's forehead. He reached halfway and stopped abruptly. They rubbed each other to warm them up before trying again. .

Qiao Xin knew what he wanted to do, "I didn't have a fever, and my condition didn't get worse." I was just tired from digging and walking.

Lang Rui didn't believe her, so he insisted on rubbing his hand to warm it up, then put it on her forehead to try, and then he was relieved after making sure that the temperature did not rise.

"How many cabbages were chopped today?"

Today, everyone except Qiao Xin went to the other side of the river to help.

Qiao Xin has grown cabbage before, and a normal person can cut about two thousand catties a day.

With the orc's abnormal physical strength, he should be able to weigh 1,500 kilograms in half a day!

However, the heavy snow buried the cabbage in the ground. It should take a little more effort to cut it. One person counts one thousand catties, and after deducting the old man and the cub, it should be thirty thousand catties.

"A lot! Not only cabbage, but also some other wild vegetables, green roots, sweet potatoes, and some with a pungent smell. I brought you a pack back. You can see if it's any use."

Lang Rui opened an animal skin package.

Several groups of purple-skinned things inside were exposed, and the soil on them had been cleaned.

Qiao Xin picked it up and looked at it. The purple skin was close to the flesh inside, and it had a faint pungent smell, a bit like garlic, and much darker than the skin of garlic she had ever seen.

She picked at the skin and licked it, her eyes instantly lit up. That's right, this was most likely the garlic from the Orc Continent.