After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

Bai Wu sent the food to Nanyao's residence, and took this opportunity to ask him, which places are safer and which places are dangerous in the entire bird or beast territory.

Nan Yao received the food from Bai Wu, but didn't answer him immediately, "Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Bai Wu said: "I've seen all the nearby places, and I want to go further afield."

"For sub-orcs, there may be danger everywhere."

"The same goes for the orcs."

Nan Yao sized him up, his sharp eyes seemed to peel off every inch of his skin, to see clearly his insides.

Bai Wu quietly looked up at him.

This is the first time the two have looked at each other seriously.

Bai Wu saw vigilance and suspicion in Nan Yao's eyes.

Nan Yao saw ambition in Bai Wu's eyes.

Nan Yao shook his head, his voice was flat: "I won't tell you."

Bai Wu didn't expect to get an answer from him so easily, so she wasn't depressed, but just smiled, "Then I'll ask next time."

Bai Wu said goodbye to Nan Yao.

Nan Yao gave him a basket of dried mushrooms.

Even if the mushrooms are placed in the back basket, they can smell a special aroma. If they are cooked, they will definitely taste the same.

It seems that there is still a lot of food in the territory of the bird orcs that they have not found.

Bai Wu happily flew back to her nest with the mushrooms on her back.

It seems that as long as he lives here long enough, he can always find the right ingredients to improve his life.

Bai Wu fell asleep soon after returning home. He was so tired during this period that he rarely stayed in bed in the morning, and the sun was shining to the edge of the nest, and he hadn't gotten up yet.

The family didn't call him, and let him sleep lightly.

Bai Wu turned over in the nest, intending to go back to sleep, but unexpectedly, someone came outside, talking non-stop by their nest.

Bai Wu was half asleep and half awake, and couldn't hear what the man said, but felt very noisy.

He tossed and turned in the nest, and finally couldn't help it. He lifted the feather quilt, sat up suddenly, and looked out from the edge of the nest, frowning.

When Chuan heard the movement, he turned around and waved to him, "Are you awake? Wake up and have breakfast."

Bai Wu scratched her disheveled hair, suppressing her irritability, "Who came just now?"

"Mu, tell me about firing pottery."

Mu is the sub-grandfather of the patriarch Ya, and sometimes helps Ya say something.

When Bai Wu heard the news, his eyes lit up, and his voice was a little higher, "Is it our turn to make pottery?"

"Yes, the kiln will be ours for these two months."

Compared with the stack firing method, the orcs and sub-orcs who are very good at firing all kinds of pottery have invented pottery kilns.

There is a pottery kiln in their tribe, which is usually used by each tribe in turn. Only on the Beast God Festival every spring, the whole tribe will get together to burn a batch of pottery to worship the beast god.

Bai Wu wanted to make pottery for a long time, so he specifically told his Yafu about it.

Chuan went to ask to use the pottery kiln in advance, but unexpectedly the tribe actually passed.

Immediately, Bai Wu couldn't care less about being sleepy, and scratched her messy hair, "Then, should we hurry up and make pottery blanks?"

Making pottery is a lot of trouble.

Based on the commonly used production methods in this world, they first have to find clay, and then there are a series of steps such as sifting the soil, mixing the mud, making billets, drying in the shade, and glazing.

During this period, they also have to maintain the pottery kiln and find a lot of firewood, which is really not easy.

Generally speaking, to make pottery once, you have to save enough to use it for at least five years, otherwise it is too cost-effective.

Because of this situation, everyone likes to choose winter when firing pottery.

Winter is more free, and everyone can spare their hands to make more pottery.

On the contrary, summer is a good time for gathering and hunting, and there is no time to make too many pottery.

This is also one of the reasons why Chuan wants to advance the use time, and the tribe will agree so simply.

Chuan Dao: "The day after tomorrow, our tribe will not enshrine priests, and your father will not have to go hunting together as a warrior of the tribe. We will find soil to make pottery the day after tomorrow."

Bai Wu nodded, "Then I'll finish the chores in these two days."

Bai Wu raised three sheep and had a vegetable garden, so she had a lot of chores.

Taking advantage of his free time, he built another sheepfold with a higher fence and moved the sheep out of the vegetable garden.

The vacated vegetable garden had raised sheep for a while, and the soil was much fertile. When I dug it with a stone hoe, the soil underneath turned up, black and fluffy.

Bai Wu picked a batch of humus soil from the mountain, poured it into the vegetable garden mixed with sheep manure, plowed the ground again, divided it into pieces of land, and dug deep ditches between the pieces of land for drainage.

Kishi helped him plant together.

Bai Wu digs holes, puts beans on the bank, puts two beans in each hole, and then goes back to bury the soil after they are all buried. After they are all buried, they have to fetch water again and pour clean water again.

This process is not as easy as going outside to collect.

Kishi looked at the dark soil all over the vegetable garden and frowned, "Is this really okay?"

"It should work. It's a waste of time and beans."

"Then it won't be harvested until next year?"

"It won't take next year. If there are no accidents, it will germinate in three or four days. No, not necessarily. The seeds may have a dormant period, and they should germinate in ten or eight days."

Hearing strange words from him, An felt that he couldn't understand anything. He looked at the vegetable garden, then at him, then turned and went down to the river to wash his hands.

After the beans were planted, there was no movement for two days, and Baiwu would water every evening.

While he was watering, Chuan was grilling meat and vegetables by the firepit.

They are going to make pottery soon, and they have to prepare meals in advance, so they won't have time to cook every day when pottery is being made.

On the day when the pottery is officially made, the family gets up early and carries food to make pottery.

Their pottery kiln is located in the lower reaches of the river, in a mountain depression near a river beach, and the small mountain depression is basically hollowed out.

There are dense grasses growing everywhere on the river beach, with sharp edges, which look like miscanthus.

That is the grass that can be cut down in autumn to dry out the rain.

Baiwu and the others don't need grass, but they have to cut the grass and use the clay under the grass to make pottery.

The sparse vegetation next to it was the grass mowed by the previous pottery companies, and the soil underneath had been washed away from the clay, so they had to find a suitable place to get the clay.

In the summer, the sun above the head was really too big, and Baiwu Hean mowed the grass for a while, sweating profusely from his body.

The edges of these grasses are relatively sharp, and Bai Wu's skin is too soft. The grass has scratched countless small cuts on his body, and sweat flows on these small cuts, causing tingling and itching.

Bai Wu straightened up, put the cut grass aside, and wiped the sweat from his brow with his hand, "First dig out the mud underneath to see how much clay there is."

Kishi reached out and took out a handful of black river mud, put it in his palm and rubbed it, "The upper layer is all over, if you are tired, sit by the side and rest, I will cut it."

"I can still persist. Don't members of the tribe come here every year to collect mud and make pottery? Why is there still so much clay on the river beach?"

"You don't understand that, do you?" Kishi pointed up triumphantly, "The mud is washed down from the upper reaches of the river. When we use it up, the river will bring new mud. As long as the river is here, we don't have to worry about soil." use."

Bai Wu looked at the smug expression on his brother's face, and realized that he had lost his mind.

Kishi put his hips on his hips, "Don't look at it, it's only a few months. A few months is enough to wash down the old dirt. Besides, we don't just use river mud to make pottery."

Bai Wu wondered, "Then what kind of clay do I need?"

"I still need mountain mud. I dug suitable mountain mud from the mountain to wash out the clay, mixed it with river mud and kneaded it evenly. The pottery made is durable and not easy to burn."

Bai Wu gave his brother a thumbs up.

The brothers mow grass and dig mud here, while the two fathers inspect and maintain the pottery kiln.

This pottery kiln has been in use for more than 200 years, and every house has to be re-inspected and repaired before use, so that the pottery kiln is durable.

After the pottery kiln is repaired and dried in the shade for a period of time, when it can be reused, the pottery blank can also be dried in the shade, and the kiln can be opened directly.

Baiwu mowed the grass for a long time, dug the mud for a long time, and when he returned to the nest at night, he had to carry the grass of the day on his back and bring it back to feed the sheep.

When I went home at night, my whole body was about to fall apart, and my back, hands and feet hurt everywhere.

When sleeping, he couldn't even lie up straight, and had to sleep on his back to feel a little more comfortable.

Early the next morning, the family hastily ate breakfast, and then went to pick mud, wash mud, and make billets.

The work is hard and dull.

In just a few days, the family's cheeks became thinner, and the whiteness was even worse. Due to the sun exposure, large areas of their bodies were red and swollen, and the skin began to peel.

In fact, this is the daily work of orcs and sub-orcs.

Hunting and gathering were not much easier to support their families.

In order to protect her fragile skin, Bai Wu had no choice but to wear a jacket made of vines and leaves and a hat made of leaves in the summer.

The tops were effective at blocking sunlight, but were heavy and stiff, making them uncomfortable to wear.At the end of the day, many places on Bai Wu's body were worn red and swollen.

Taking off her clothes that day, Bai Wu looked at her red and swollen body, lowered her head and sighed, "I can't do it, I have to make a decent dress anyway."

"Can't animal skin clothes work?"

"Wearing a leather jacket in summer, it's probably going to be hot to death."

"That's the leaf clothes."

"This one doesn't work either, it's stuffy and hard. I'll see if I can get some softer plant fibers to spin some thread and make clothes out of it."

It is not difficult to obtain soft plant fibers in the wild, but it is difficult to obtain them in large quantities.

Fortunately, the whole family was familiar with the nearby forest, so Mo and Chuan went to gather two large baskets of soft, snow-white fibers for their son that night.

This fiber is a bit like a cotton ball, with tiny sesame-like seeds wrapped inside. When a gust of wind blows, the light fiber can hold the seeds and fly far away.

Bai Wu had seen it before when he was collecting it.

It's just that it grows on a big tree more than ten meters above the ground, and it can't be eaten, so Bai Wu didn't take it to heart.

Bai Wu needs a piece of clothing.

In addition to making pottery, he also spins thread.

His family felt sorry for him and came to help.

The suborcs usually use animal hair to spin some thread, and every household has a simple spindle.

Spinning is not difficult. The fibers that have been removed from the seeds are loosened and pulled into long strips. When the spindle is turned, the fibers will be pulled by the spindle, rotate in one direction, and finally wind into a thread.

Bai Wu's family is divided into two groups, and they can spin three large balls of thread in the middle of the night.

It's just that the step of weaving with thread stumps everyone.

Bai Wu knows the principle of weaving, but as a non-handicraft enthusiast, it is really difficult to turn a ball of thread into a piece of cloth!