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

In the evening, Qiao Xin and Lang Rui had another meal of hand-made noodles.

Not only has the corn flour bottomed out, but the spores have also been eaten up.

Qiao Xin thought about flour during the day, and after eating corn flour, she thought about it even more. She couldn't suppress this thought no matter how hard she lay on the bed, so she simply got up and prepared to go out to find stones to make a mortar.

Before going out, she hesitantly approached the door of Lang Rui's house that was connected to the bedroom.

The two were separated by an unobstructed door, but Lang Rui, who had been paying attention, spotted Qiao Xin the moment she poked her head around.

He sat up and saw that his body was still in his room, with only half of his face and two hands touching the wall exposed.

Qiao Xin's skin is fairer than that of other orcs. Against the backdrop of the black stone wall and the warm firelight, her soft black hair sticks to her small face, making her facial lines appear softer. It makes Lang Rui want to reach out and touch her. The urge to touch.

Lang Rui heard Qiao Xin ask crisply: "I'm going to pick up a stone to make a stone mortar. Do you want to go?"

Lang Rui simply couldn't refuse Qiao Xin.

I heard myself humming, "I'll go with you. It just so happens that I also want to make a stone jar."

I still know the term stone jar from Qiao Xin. Usually they are called stone pots, but Qiao Xin insists that they are not used for cooking, they are called stone jars.

Because Qiao Xin's big pottery jar with a mouth missing was placed in the corner of the living room, waiting for the owner to remember to use it to pickle sauerkraut.

On the snow-covered mountain road, two figures walked slowly to the other side of Stone Mountain under the moonlight.

It was very quiet in the mountain forest. Apart from the howling cold wind, the only sound that could be heard was the crunching of the two people's feet on the snow. In the ice and snow, everything was silent and disappeared.

The heavy snow made the mountain road more difficult to walk. The Stone Mountain was right next to the tribe and was not very far away. The two reached their destination quickly.

Lang Rui leaned on a boulder and watched Qiao Xin jumping among the stones, looking for suitable stones. He did not step forward to help. Making a stone jar was just an excuse, mainly to accompany Qiao Xin.

But he was not idle either, whittling a branch with the dagger in his hand.

He was making arrows. His bow had no arrows and had not been used. Every time he saw the bow hanging on the wall, he felt itchy.

The main components of arrows are arrow shafts, arrow clusters, feathers and arrow tails.

It is not difficult to make. You need to find a suitable straight branch, remove the bark, sharpen one end to make an arrow cluster, and use the other end as the nock, and then add feathers to the end of the nock.

There are so many birds in the forest that feathers are not a problem.

When he finished cutting one, Qiao Xin let out a "ha" sound in the distance, and he could tell that he was exerting force.

Lang Rui put away the branches and walked over.

Qiao Xin was seen moving a big bluestone holding back her energy, her fair little face turning red.

Lang Rui put his hand on Qiao Xin's hand that was lifting the stone. He exerted a little force. When the weight of the stone was in his hand, he tilted his head towards her and said, "Get out of the way, I'll do it."

Qiao Xin let go, her face flushed, and she curled up behind her back. Where did you learn this sultry technique from a bitch!

It made her heart beat a little too fast.

"Carry it back?" The stone weighing several hundred kilograms felt like a feather in Lang Rui's hand.

"No need." Qiao Xin quickly stopped him, fearing that he would really carry the hundreds of kilograms of stones back. Their homes were now filled with food, and there was no room for a big stone.

"Find a flat place to put it.

Big bluestone is made of the same material as bluestone mountain. It is hard and wear-resistant. It is often used as a grinding stone mortar.

Qiao Xin took out a knife embedded with a gold energy stone and cut the stone into fifty centimeter pieces using the reflection of the moonlight and white snow.

Then slowly dig out the middle stone.

He took out what looked like a stone mortar and said, "Lang Rui, go back."

The stone mortar was only formed, and the details still needed to be polished. Qiao Xin lit the hurricane lamp and slowly polished the stone mortar with a knife while holding the stone mortar between her legs.

Lang Rui sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, peeling something here and there.

Her movements were just as Lang Rui expected, and she couldn't do fine work.

I don't know why she doesn't have this phenomenon at all when she makes weapons. When she makes these daily necessities, it's like a different person.

Lang Rui sighed silently, took the knife in her hand, and the two changed positions.

Qiao Xin looked aside for a while, then became sleepy, her eyelids kept fighting, and soon she leaned to the side and fell asleep.

Lang Rui put down the knife in his hand, washed his hands, rubbed them to warm them, took off Qiao Xin's military coat and boots, and covered her with a quilt.

Early the next morning, Qiao Xin was woken up by the cold.

The temperature is getting colder day by day. Qiao Xin's cave is not suitable for burning a fire. It seems that it is not suitable to just rely on self-heating.

Qiao Xin put on her clothes shivering and saw a human figure on Lang Rui's bed, knowing that he was still sleeping.

Turning around the screen, I saw a smooth stone mortar placed in the living room, which had been washed clean.

There are two black pheasants in the pottery jar next to them, with long tail feathers.

Hearing the noise, the pheasant struggled a little.

Still alive.

Killing chickens is nothing like a job for Qiao Xin.

She carried two black pheasants to the kitchen at the door and started boiling water.

The orcs killed the chickens without removing the feathers, but directly stripped the chickens with their skins. Qiao Xin was not used to this.

She picked up the chicken with one hand and plucked some of the hair from the chicken's neck, revealing the black skin underneath. She cut it off with a knife. The chicken kept struggling, but unfortunately Qiao Xin grabbed its wings and neck and couldn't break free no matter what. .

Qiao Xin took a stainless steel to collect the chicken blood.

Until the blood stops flowing, throw the chicken on the snow.

Start killing another one.

When the chicken was completely dead and the water in the pot had boiled, Qiao Xin threw the chicken directly in and started to scald it.

The permed chicken feathers are easy to pull out. Just with this pot of water, Qiao Xin finished removing the feathers from the two chickens.

Chop the chicken into pieces and make braised chicken nuggets.

After cleaning the internal organs, I went into the house and picked a handful of garlic sprouts, and fried a plate of chicken giblets, with chicken blood also fried in it.

After finishing it, he brought a plate to Mao Bai. Mao Bai gave her four boiled chestnut potatoes. She happened to have no staple food, so she accepted it.

When he came back, Lang Rui had just gotten up and looked at Qiao Xin with a hazy expression.

"It's time to eat. Did you hunt the pheasant?"

"Well, come right away," Lang Rui's voice was hoarse and sexy as if he had just woken up.

Qiao Xin sighed inwardly and went out to eat.

When Lang Rui came back after washing up, Qiao Xin was already eating.

"I'm going to see how the pottery is done later. If it's done, let the tribesmen burn the rest while we go get the salt."

"Just the two of us going to get it?"

"I have space and can pack a lot. What are the others doing? Can I hunt even in heavy snow?"

"It's possible. The beasts have either migrated or hibernated. It's not very efficient to find them."

"Then let them stay in the tribe to make pottery. Taking them will slow us down. The two of us are faster. Keeping them can also allow them to protect the tribe." Qiao Xin had a small appetite, a chestnut potato and some meat. , basically full.

The remaining Lang Rui was liquidated.