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

Lang Rui walked around, eating, drinking, wearing, and sleeping. Qiao Xin only packed the food, drinking, and clothing, but not the bed.

"Xinxin, can't you fit the bed?"

Lang Rui didn't know how big Qiao Xin's space was, but when they moved, hundreds of baskets of meat from the tribe were all put into Qiao Xin's space. Now that they are taken out, there should be room for them.

Qiao Xin has a meal and a bed! Damn, this person has more ideas than her!

"Why bring a bed with you? It's not convenient to bring a bed with you when sleeping outdoors!"

"There is no need to sleep in the open. There is a cave not far from the salt lake where people can live." Lang Rui paused, "The cave is very big and can accommodate a bed."

Speaking of which, Qiao Xin would not take it with her. She would put the bed and mattress together, and even Lang Rui's quilt.

In order to rush on the road tomorrow, Qiao Xin planned to get some dry food to eat on the road, so that if she was on the road, she would not have to cook in the ice and snow.

The stone mortar was already ready. Qiao Xin found a tree pole about ten centimeters thick from the space and took out a basket of wheat.

Lang Rui picked up a handful of wheat, and the wheat fell from his fingers into the basket. It was golden and very beautiful.

"This is wheat." The two of them talked about the function of this stone mortar when they were looking for stones in Stone Mountain last night.

Qiao Xin didn't hide it.

"Ah."

I saw Lang Rui put a few grains into his mouth, and used his sharp teeth to break open the outer shell of the mouth. The wheat grains inside had lost moisture and became somewhat hard, and had a sweet fragrance of starch.

A completely different flavor than corn.

"Use this stone mortar to remove the outer shell, and then sift the outer shell to get the wheat inside. Then use the stone mill to grind it into powder, and you can make noodles and steamed buns."

"Steamed buns?" Lang Rui heard another unfamiliar word.

"It's a cake made from flour, called steamed buns."

"Then why not call it wheat cake?"

Qiao Xin stared at Lang Rui with a straight face, screaming in her heart, you are 20 years old and you are not a cub, how did you get so many?

"do not know."

Lang Rui looked at Qiao Xin's stern face and suddenly wanted to touch her head. His voice unconsciously sounded doting, "I shouldn't ask, it must be the name given by the ancients."

"Yes, that's it." If you keep asking, I'll lend you a shovel, and you can go dig the grave of Blue Star's ancestor, hold the skeleton and ask why it was named this.

Oh, by the way, Blue Star has exploded, so there is no place to ask.

Lang Rui held the tree stem, poured the wheat into the stone mortar, and started to mortar it. He didn't use much force at first. Such a small thing probably doesn't need much force.

Seeing that he was getting started, Qiao Xin began to think of ways to get the sieve.

What she saw most in Blue Star were bamboo sieves, but around the tribe, she didn't find any bamboo at all.

She has not collected bamboo into the space, and there are none of the things she often saw in the past that she wants to use now.

Make bricks without straw.

Qiao Xin thought hard and activated her brain cells. What could she use to replace bamboo and make a sieve?

Bamboo mainly has good elasticity and strong shaping ability. In fact, rattan also has this effect, but rattan cannot produce very flat pieces like bamboo. There are too many gaps and wheat grains will be hidden inside.

Not an ideal material for sifting.

"I'll go out for a while." Qiao Xin thought of Ma Tian, ​​that craftsman orc, maybe he had a way.

Lang Rui responded.

Qiao Xin arrived at the Matian Mountain Cave. The cave was very simple. Apart from a haystack, it was filled with various materials and various stone tools that he had picked up from the wild. She felt that it really matched his status as a craftsman.

Qiao Xin explained her intention.

Ma Tian described it in his own words, and Qiao Xin nodded. She is indeed a craftsman!

He pondered for a while and said, "There is a flat vine that may be able to meet your needs."

"Do you have this material?"

"Yes." Ma Tian's legs were not healed yet and he was still holding the board. He jumped on one leg in front of a rattan basket, took out a flat rattan and handed it to Qiao Xin.

Qiao Xin took it. This kind of flat cane was flat and hard in texture. She pulled hard. It was tough and indeed more suitable than the round ivy.

She transformed into sharp claws and picked off the brown surface, revealing the green interior. She was able to peel the stem into pieces with her bare hands.

Ma Tian's animal shape is hoofed and has no sharp claws, but he has a skinning tool like a clamp. He cuts a slit in the flat vine, clamps it with the clamp, and pulls hard, and the brown skin is peeled off effortlessly. Come down.

Then he found a sharp bone knife and cut the flat vine into thin strips.

Under Qiao Xin's guidance, an exquisite large disc sieve was made.

Qiao Xin gave him a thumbs up gesture.

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"I'm flattering you."

Ma Tian smiled and gave Qiao Xin two thumbs up, "Sir, can I make more sieves? I think this tool is quite useful."

Qiao Xin nodded, "Do whatever you want, it's nothing! If possible, remove these small holes and it will become a dustpan, which can be used to dry things, or you can remove the raised edges and braid them into a large A piece of it becomes a mat, people can sit on it or lie on it, which is cleaner than sitting directly on the ground."

Qiao Xin's words directly opened up Ma Tian's mind, "Really? That's great. I'll think about what else I can make up!"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to your finished product." Qiao Xin took the sieve and left. Ma Tian didn't accept payment from her because he was able to make this thing because of Qiao Xin's idea and he was allowed to give it to other people. People do.

When Qiao Xin returned to the cave, Lang Rui was wiping his sweat. He didn't tell the guy to take his time and pounded the whole basket in a blink of an eye.

Lang Rui smiled at her to take credit, and Qiao Xin gave him a thumbs up. She could only blame her because she only pounded half the basket without explaining it clearly.

The pounded wheat grains and husks are mixed together,

Different from flour, the pounded wheat grains are light yellow, mixed with pounded shells, and smell of strong wheat aroma.

Qiao Xin has eaten wheat grown in the seventh-level space. Compared with the wheat at this time, the aroma of wheat is still far behind.

But she was very satisfied.

Qiao Xin wet the cloth and wiped the sieve clean from the inside out, poured some of the pounded wheat into the sieve, found an empty rattan basket, and held the bamboo sieve with both hands and shook it from side to side.

The tiny grains of wheat fell from the cracks, and the shells swayed and remained on the sieve.

Qiao Xin burst out laughing when she saw Lang Rui's magical look.

"Come on, there is another step, which is to grind the sifted wheat grains into powder on a stone mill."

One person sifted, another grinded the powder, and the two of them cooperated. When the last light on the horizon disappeared, it was finally done.

"Steaming steamed buns tonight?"

"Maybe not. The weather is cold and the dough will be slow to bake until tomorrow." Qiao Xin took a sip of hot water and squeezed her sore arms. She was not tired from work, but her arms were really sore after being in the same position for a long time.

"Okay, let's set off after breakfast tomorrow."