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

Standing next to the earthen kiln that was always steaming, I didn't actually feel cold. On the contrary, I felt warm all over.

There will be dinner when we get home, and Qiao Xin thinks Lang Rui can be dealt with.

After Lang Rui had dinner, he dragged the bones of the black golden bird back to his cave.

Silent all night.

Missing the small earthen kiln, Qiao Xin got up early in the morning, drank a bowl of spicy cabbage soup cooked by Lang Rui, and ran away.

Lang Rui also had something to do today, so he went straight out the door without following him.

After a night, it was almost time.

Qiao Xin took out a hoe and opened a hole at the bottom of the kiln. When she looked inside, she could already see black charcoal in the kiln.

She pulled out a few pieces with a hoe, and the light weight told her that she had succeeded. She squeezed them hard and made a crisp sound, and she could easily pinch off the black foam.

He quickly took out a hoe and pulled out the still warm charcoal. Except for the pine wood wrapped in the middle and the outer ring, which was not completely burned into charcoal, everything else was successful.

Qiao Xin was pleasantly surprised. She was a theoretical person and did not expect to succeed. Ideally, she would succeed at most.

Eventually she harvested several baskets full of charcoal.

These pine trees were split by Lang Rui, a guy with obsessive-compulsive disorder. He basically split each piece of pine wood into equal sizes and lengths. The size and quality of the burned charcoal were great.

The small earthen kiln was exposed to high temperatures, and all the charcoal did not collapse even after it was pulled out. It is estimated that it can be used several times.

Qiao Xin went to bring down a few more baskets of pine wood, placed the ones that had not been burned before in the middle, and then piled them up layer by layer like yesterday.

Start firing the second kiln.

Qiao Xin was moved back to the cave with several baskets of charcoal. She went into the space to find a piece of steel and smashed it into a pot shape with all her strength. She then went outside to find some stones to build a shelf and put the steel pot on it. Put it on.

Light the charcoal, the fiery red color lights up, put your hand on it, and the warmth comes and penetrates into the palm of your hand.

It quickly became warm in the cave.

Qiao Xin threw two chestnut potatoes in to bake, and added a tripod, ready to hang the aluminum pot on it and pour in white snow, which would melt when heated.

Soon a pot of hot water came out. Among the supplies Qiao Xin received this time, Lang Rui specially gave her her favorite cured pork ribs.

The orcs were not willing to eat this meat with bones, but Qiao Xin liked it very much.

Ten strips of bacon were distributed to the clan members, but Qiao Xin got two large bacon ribs.

Qiao Xin chopped half of the bacon ribs into the pot, covered the lid and continued to stew.

Charcoal is more stable and resistant to burning, and does not need to be guarded, especially if the charcoal burning pot is kept away from all flammable furniture and placed alone in a corner.

As long as indoor ventilation is maintained, carbon monoxide poisoning will not occur.

Qiao Xin opened the door of the cave a crack, squeezed her sore arms, and went to see how the charcoal was being fired in the earth kiln.

The fire had burned down, and Qiao Xin sealed all the air inlets.

After taking a look at the sky, he returned to the cave, but Lang Rui hadn't come back yet.

Qiao Xin stirred the already rich soup with a wooden spoon. Half of the charcoal in the steel pot burned, which was very durable.

Qiao Xin added two more big pieces.

I picked out some relatively good charcoal and divided it into two halves, keeping half for my own use and planning to send the other half to Cub Cave.

Although the old orcs helped take care of the cubs that had lost the care of their relatives, Qiao Xin still worked extra hard.

Whether charcoal is useful or not will be known once you use it.

As expected, not only the Chinese people surrounded her small earthen kiln, but even Lang Rui's eyes were glaring.

Lu Yao didn't know where he got the wind from, and he almost didn't stick to it, and he would knock it with his hand from time to time.

When Lu Ming caught Qiao Xin's gaze, he turned red with embarrassment and forcefully tore his witch from the kiln.

"Are you polite?" Lu Yao looked angrily at Lu Ming interrupting his research.

Lu Ming gave him a helpless wink and asked him to look behind him.

Qiao Xin smiled and nodded at him.

Lu Yao staggered and almost fell down.

He glanced at Lu Ming, you brat, you didn't tell me earlier.

Lu Yao saluted with both hands. Since the last time he received funding from the Huaxia Clan, the Green Deer Clan has no longer been restricted from coming to the Huaxia Clan.

The cubs on both sides ran out diligently regardless of the cold weather, and soon started playing together.

Yesterday when I came back, I was tweeting that I saw a kind of charcoal from the Huaxia people. It doesn't produce smoke when burning, and it's very warm.

No, Lu Yao dragged Lu Ming over at dawn.

Lu Yao: "Chinese Witch, good morning."

Qiao Xin returned the greeting, "Good morning, Green Deer Witch."

Lu Yao pointed to the earthen kiln behind him, "The cubs said they saw a magical charcoal that doesn't emit smoke when burning. It doesn't choke people when used in the cave. It can burn for a long time and is very warm, so they came to take a look. "

Luyao sells the cubs without any psychological burden.

Qiao Xin looked at the old man amusedly, "Yes, it was baked in this earthen kiln."

Lu Yao thought thoughtfully. He didn't even need to see what this kind of thing looked like. Just hearing the description made him feel how useful this kind of charcoal would be to his people throughout the long and cold winter.

He knew it was inappropriate to ask the Chinese witch for such tribal secrets, but for the sake of his tribe, he had no choice but to be shameless and look at Qiao Xin expectantly.

Lang Rui's figure flashed and stood in front of Qiao Xin.

Qiao Xin is a broad-minded person. She will teach others generously even if she thinks it is insignificant.

But Lang Rui is not. He wants to use everything he has to maximize his interests.

The vassals are not slaves, let alone tribesmen. How can they enjoy the same things? I have never seen the Green Deer tribe selflessly devoting their things.

Lu Yao smiled bitterly, he knew it wouldn't be so easy.

"What does the Chinese patriarch want?"

"What do you have?"

The two began to practice Tai Chi in full view of the public, going back and forth, and everyone watched with great interest.

Qiao Xin was no exception. It was rare to watch a movie live in this boring winter day, but unfortunately she didn't have enough seeds.

In the end, the shaman of the Green Deer Tribe relied on his old age to become more sophisticated, and with 10% of next year's supplies, he trapped the wolf again with his bare hands.

Looking at Lu Yao who was so complacent and thought he had taken advantage of him, Qiao Xin smiled like a fox. There were times when the old guy regretted it.

This time Lang Rui and Lu Yao signed an agreement.

As soon as the two signed the agreement, Lu Yao couldn't wait to ask Qiao Xin how to make charcoal.

Qiao Xin also gave him a small half basket and asked him to take it back to try it out first, focusing on the precautions for use.

After all, she didn't want the vassal she had worked so hard to save to be killed by a little charcoal instead of being exterminated by the Rock Dog Clan.

Qiao Xin touched the antlers hidden in her hair. Although she disliked it, it was undeniable that since she fused the antlers, she absorbed free energy faster.

Lu Yao looked at Qiao Xin with a complicated expression, always thinking that he thought Qiao Xin was not a qualified witch, but in fact he was wrong.

Perhaps his traditional concept of witchcraft does not apply to Qiao Xin, an emerging shaman.

"Thank you, Chinese Witch."

Qiao Xin waved her hand. Her charcoal-burning skills were not high to begin with, and she was not as selfless as the Green Deer Witch thought.

As soon as the Green Deer Clan left, all the Chinese people who were left on the slope were all looking at Qiao Xin with pursed lips.

Lang Rui waved his hand, "When the witch explained the production method to the Green Deer Witch just now, did you all hear clearly?"

"Listen clearly." The loud voice shook the snow not far away, making it rustle down.

"very good."

Lang Rui glanced around and said, "Then what are you still doing around here?"

The adult orcs dispersed, preparing to burn charcoal, and the cubs with parents were also taken away by the ears.

Only the neglected orphan was left, still staying here, looking at Qiao Xin expectantly.

Qiao Xin: "You don't need to make charcoal, I will burn it and send it to you."

The cubs shook their heads. There were also half-grown boys among them, ranging from six to ten years old. They were all living in the collective cave provided by the tribe before they were old enough to open a cave alone.

Lang Rui knew the orc cubs better than Qiao Xin, "You can lend them your small clay kiln and let them make charcoal themselves."

He turned to the cub, "If Wu lends you a small clay kiln, would you be willing to collect firewood and make charcoal yourself?"

"Yes." The replying voice was no weaker than the voice of an adult orc, and was sonorous and powerful.

Qiao Xin couldn't refuse such a cute cub.