Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

The old orcs were sitting in the sun sewing bags with wooden needles. When they heard the exclamation in the distance, they squinted their eyes and looked there.

"The cubs went to play with the stars again."

"To be called the Great Witch."

"Master Da Wu is so kind. Since Da Wu received the blessing of the witch god, the life of our Dahe Tribe has become better and better."

"..."

Mu Xing here.

When the cubs realized that these "fires" would not be hot, they huffed and surrounded them again.

They looked at the little golden stars on the grass in amazement, and the bolder ones stretched out their hands to poke them.

But that's just the afterimage of the flame that Mu Xing transformed with his witch power. With a light touch, the star disappeared.

But that's enough to make the world of the pups wonder.

Mu Xing asked them: "Do you want to learn?"

The cubs stared at him longingly with round eyes.

Mu Xing discovered that the perception of witchcraft is most acute in childhood.

It is almost difficult for the adult orcs in the tribe to sense the existence of witch power.

Among the more than 30 cubs in the tribe, under the guidance of Mu Xing, ten of them could sense the existence of witchcraft.

Mu Xing hasn't found a way to cultivate the witch power yet, so he can only use the stupid way to forcefully gather the witch power around him, let the children feel it, and personally lead them to participate in the construction of the Dahe Tribe.

When the warriors who went hunting came back, they heard the good news: the great witch said that he found ten children with "witch" talent.

This is enough to make the clansmen ecstatic.

One must know that in an ordinary large tribe of thousands of people, there may only be one or two witches.

Many small tribes like the River Tribe don't even have witches.

The concept of the orcs is very simple: the more people in the tribe who have "witch" talent, the more the tribe is loved by the witch god.

This is a great thing!

The Dahe Tribe ushered in dozens of days of sunny days.

After all the ears of rice on the other side of the river were harvested, the millet was dried and stored in linen bags one by one in the tribe's warehouse.

The warehouse was repaired more when the house was built, and it was used to store some public property in the tribe.

Mu Xing asked the orcs to carry two bags of grain to the stone mill that the tribe had made in the past few days.

There is no threshing machine, and the rice husk can only be removed manually.

Fortunately, what the orcs lack most is strength. It took half a day for two bags of rice to turn into a big bag of white and beautiful rice.

The orcs were amazed: "Does the fruit inside this thing actually look like this?"

There are also quick-handed ones who grab a small handful and stuff them into their mouths. Not surprisingly, they can't taste any flavors.

Mu Xing was in a good mood: "Let's have rice tonight!"

He personally led the tribe to tell them how to eat the rice. After cleaning it, he put the rice into the big clay pot of the tribe, added water, covered it with a wooden lid, boiled the water, and started cooking.

On the other side, a clean, thin stone slab has been laid, with a fire under it, large and uniform slices of meat are roasted on the slate, and there is a basket of crushed fragrant herbs next to it. With a little salty and slightly pungent taste, it tastes very good when spread on sliced ​​meat.

When the warriors who went out to hunt came back carrying their prey, they could smell the aroma of barbecue and rice from a long distance away.

They were already familiar with the smell of barbecue, but there was another smell that they had never smelled before...

The golden lion shrugged its nose: "What's the smell?"

Hua Yue had already turned into a human form, almost jumping towards the big pottery pot, he knew it must be something new made by the great witch, so he asked Mu Xing directly:

"Big Witch, what is this?"

Mu Xing reached out to lift the lid of the pot, and a big gust of hot air rushed up, and the big cats who were afraid of the heat took a step back.

Slowly, a large pot of snow-white and soft rice appeared in the eyes of the orcs, and the aroma of the rice became stronger and stronger.

Mu Xing looked at the faces of the orcs and found that some of them liked it very much, such as Huayue.There are also those like the Golden Lion who have a mediocre response.

He clapped his hands: "Go wash your hands, clean yourself up and come over for dinner."

The orcs cheered, went to the lower reaches of the river to wash their hands, and obediently lined up with wooden bowls to serve "rice".

Mu Xing still didn't forget to remind: "It's very hot, eat it later."

Hua Yue couldn't wait, she couldn't wait to dig a spoonful with a wooden spoon and put it into her mouth, she couldn't believe it while inhaling hotly, "Is this really that... an ear of rice?"

It's not like he hasn't seen it before, it doesn't look like this at all, and he doesn't smell like this.

Mu Xing said: "Yes, you have to remove the shell and add water to cook it to get this taste."

Hua Yue suddenly felt very troublesome, and felt that Mu Xing was really powerful.

"Did Lord Sorcerer God tell you about such a complicated method?" He asked simply.

Mu Xing didn't feel guilty at all: "That's right, Lord Wushen also taught me a lot of things. Our tribe will get better and better in the future."

Orcs have varying degrees of acceptance of rice, but even if they don't like it, they can still eat it.

Not to mention, the orcs found the thing called rice very filling.

As for this thing, they harvested it with their own hands. Master Dawu said that they can grow it by themselves. After harvesting in summer, they just need to dry it, and it can be stored for a long time.

Then, there is hot food to eat in winter.

There is also the sheep pen of the tribe. Now there are hundreds of sheep in it. You only need to cut grass to feed them every day, and you can eat fresh meat in winter.

The big witch asked the orcs to open up a large area to raise some birds.

That night, when every orc went to bed, he touched his full stomach and fell into a sweet dream.

In the dream, the road was blocked by heavy snow outside, and it was so cold that it seemed that the claws would be frozen off, but no one had to go out.

Everyone gathered in the largest house in the tribe, burning a raging fire, and on the fire, there were several large pottery pots with boiling broth...

When the orcs of the Dahe Tribe were living in full swing, Ming also successfully integrated into a tribe called Qingshan.

After he left the Great River Tribe, he walked all the way to the east, passing through many small tribes.

Those small tribes were all about the same size as the Dahe tribe, so Ming didn't like them at all.

The Qingshan tribe he finally chose was a large tribe composed of several races, and there were nearly 1 orcs in the tribe.

The Qingshan tribe respects the strong, and more than 1 orcs, except for their cubs, are all young and strong tribesmen.

Once the members of the Qingshan tribe get old and lose their combat effectiveness, they will be exiled by the tribe.

Powerful, strong in combat, not burdened by the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, the Qingshan Tribe is undoubtedly Ming's favorite model.

After he joined the Qingshan Tribe, relying on fighting and hunting skills that surpassed this era for thousands of years, he soon gained extremely high popularity, won the trust of the patriarch, and had the right to speak and a place in the tribe.

The Qingshan tribe has a huge territory, occupying several large mountains and very fertile plains.

For example, the Great River Tribe, they already had the embryonic form of the hierarchy system, and they already knew how to raise livestock.

The patriarch is a grumpy black bear. Although he is aggressive but lazy, he is content with the status quo when the tribe has enough food.

Ming's ambitions don't stop there.

He walked all the way from the Dahe Tribe, traveled so far on the road, and met many tribes, none of them were comparable to the Qingshan Tribe.

In his view, one should make a career in one's life.

Especially, since God let him travel to this world, there must be a reason.

This backward world is in need of a great monarch to rule the orcs who are scattered in the sand, develop civilization, and make great achievements for all ages.

It's a pity that he doesn't have enough right to speak. He persuaded the patriarch of the black bear several times, but the other party didn't listen to the advice, and even became impatient.

He can only suppress his ambition temporarily, hide his strength and bide his time, and accumulate power.

Seeing the black bear eating so much, Ming snorted disdainfully: One day, he will replace this idiot and become the king of the Qingshan Tribe.

Summer is over quickly, and half of autumn has passed in a blink of an eye.

Mu Xing, who knew from his memory what it was like in winter here, started to get the clan ready early.

Food is of course the number one priority.

The orcs built a huge storage room underground, in which dried meat was stored. He brought all kinds of dried fruits picked by the little orcs, several kinds of vegetables that were durable, and Mu Xing's very precious Several big bags of paddy.

The firewood for several large houses is stacked neatly, which is used for cooking and heating in winter.

The fodder for the sheep should also be prepared in advance to avoid the sheep with nothing to feed in the event of heavy snow.Both the poultry pen and the sheep pen have built houses that can shelter from the rain and wind.

Usually when I come back from hunting, the fur of the prey is not thrown away, it is all removed, cleaned and stored.

Mu Xing drew a picture on the ground with a branch, and even said and gestured, so that the more skillful orcs in the tribe sewed a thick warm fur coat according to the clothes and trousers of later generations.

The worst thing in the tribe is fur, and all the tribesmen have it.

A lot of common heat-clearing and fire-removing medicinal materials were also collected, dried in the sun and kept for later use.

……

Never before had the orcs of the River Tribe been so well prepared for a winter.

In the past, they just followed fate, and when winter came, it would come, and when it was cold, it would be cold. Anyway, big cats rely on their thick fur, so they can neither freeze to death nor starve to death.

Now that Mu Xing made arrangements one by one, they realized: Oh, so winter can be lived like this.

Even if winter hasn't come yet, they already know very well: this winter, they no longer need to shiver in the cold wind, and they don't need to chew dry jerky anymore.

Think so.

The big cats who hated winter the most in the past began to look forward to her arrival strangely.