After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

Bai Wu was seriously injured and could no longer fly.

He could only be taken back to the tribe by Tahe An urgently, and took medicine powder to help him wrap his wound.

Kishi was so nervous that he wrapped him up and forced him back into his nest to rest.

Bai Wu wasn't too sleepy at first, after tossing and turning, lying in the warm and soft nest, she gradually fell asleep.

He woke up in the evening, feeling in a daze that there was someone sitting next to him, and when he opened his eyes, it was his Yafu.

It was dusk now, the sky was yellow and purple, and the air outside was filled with the smell of cooking smoke.

Bai Wu sniffed and woke up a lot.

"Yafu." Bai Wu folded her feathers and was told to sit up.

Chuan reached out to hold his shoulder, "Does it still hurt?"

How could such a big wound not hurt?

Bai Wu gasped in pain, but she couldn't make a sound in front of Yafu.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay."

As he spoke, Bai Wu lowered his head and uncovered a corner of the dried leaf to look at his own wound.

The wound has formed a thin layer of scab, and the edges are not red or swollen, and it seems to be recovering very well.

Bai Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

If the wound is inflamed, it would be too bad in this era of lack of medical treatment.

Chuan looked at the wound with him, and touched his forehead, "It's okay, it's not serious, you should take a good rest for two days. What do you want to eat at night? Yafu will make it for you."

"I want broth, so just put some meat and some of those herbs we brought back, okay?"

"Spicy grass? Spicy grass can only be used to apply wounds, and it tastes very bitter and spicy."

"It won't go away after it's cooked. You can throw a little more of the broth when it's ready. By the way, Yafu, you should blanch the broth."

"It's really a strange way to eat." Chuan said helplessly, "Okay, what else do you want to cook?"

"Yafu, put some noodles in the broth, don't add anything else, it's the best when it's clean."

Chuan helped him tuck up the feather quilt and went to cook the soup.

After Bai Wu watched his Yafu walk to the fire pond, he collapsed in the nest and continued to sleep.

In the evening, I drank animal meat noodle and fruit soup. The soup is very fresh, full of meat flavor, and the noodle fruit is very fragrant. There are some oily flowers floating on it. With the embellishment of chopped green onion, everything is just right.

Bai Wu didn't come out of the nest, drinking the broth from his Yafu, his face was full of satisfaction.

Kishi was drinking the broth with a bowl next to him, his face was full of surprise, "There is nothing good in the soup, but it tastes very delicious."

"Of course, this kind of fresh animal meat tastes very good after blanching to remove the miscellaneous smell, and then adding some chopped green onion to remove the fishy smell and enhance the aroma."

"chopped green onion?"

"Oh, it's the spicy grass you mentioned."

Kishi could hear strange words from him almost every day, shrugged his shoulders, and ran to scoop up another bowl of broth.

The whole family eats with Bai Wu in the nest.

Mo Dao: "I just came back with another piece of meat. You like broth. I'll cook some for you tomorrow."

Bai Wu held the broth and thought for a while, "Tomorrow, let's see how my wound is doing, so I can cook something special for you."

Kishi's eyes were full of curiosity, "What special thing?"

"secret."

"You have too many secrets, and you are not afraid to support yourself."

"I'm not full yet, I can't hold it anymore, I'll give you a surprise tomorrow."

Seeing that the two brothers were quarreling again, Chuan knocked on their heads each, "Go to bed early, don't quarrel."

Mo took the bowl away from Bai Wu's hand, and said anxiously: "Father, wait a minute, I want to clean my teeth."

Kishi sneered, "Is it still important at this time?"

"Of course, there's no dentist here if you have a broken tooth."

The family still took the toothbrush and went to the river to brush their teeth.

Now in the tribe, their family is the most hygienic, and the tribesmen are not surprised to see their family standing in a row.

Bai Wu was injured, so he didn't need to go out to collect. He slept until he woke up naturally the next day.

When he woke up, he was alone in their house, and most of the young and middle-aged men of the whole tribe had gone out to hunt.

Bai Wu checked the wound first, and saw that the wound had scabbed over, and there was no sign of inflammation at all, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

He got up, went to the river to wash first, and then returned to the firepit to drink the broth left for him by his family.

The broth was much more delicious than the stewed soup. It was fragrant, fresh and thick, full of meaty flavor. Bai Wu drank two large bowls and rubbed his belly contentedly.

After drinking the soup and washing the clay pots and bowls, he sat by the firepit.

Next to the firepit, the meat exchanged for ink last night was still being smoked.

This is a piece of poultry that looks very tender, soft and not dehydrated.

Bai Wu smelled it, and the meat didn't have any smoky smell.

He simply took it off, cleaned it in a wooden barrel, added salt and a little sour jam, cut the mushrooms and scallion whites in the basket, stirred them in one direction and put them aside to marinate.

He took out the green root powder, added water and poultry eggs, hummed a song and started kneading the noodles.

When he made the noodles, he specially divided it up, planning to make one hundred dumplings. The family of four plus the priest, each of them made twenty dumplings, which was just enough for one meal.

This month, the priest will be enshrined by his family. His father is a warrior, and he goes to the priest every day. He made dumplings at home. My father will definitely send a copy to the priest.

Instead of reducing the weight of the family when the time comes, it is better to do more at the beginning.

Yesterday, the priest gave him the medicine powder that was used to bind his wounds at home, just to thank him.

Green root powder is much worse than flour. Its toughness is not very good, and its texture is not very delicate. However, after many experiments by Baiwu, it has successfully turned into pieces of dumpling skins.

Green root powder is more rare than meat. Bai Wu is very careful when making dumplings. The final dumplings are thin-skinned and big-filled. They are so beautiful.

Bai Wu looked at the dumplings, took a sip of her saliva, saw the sun was high, and it was far from dinner time, so she had to hold back her craving and go to do other things first.

The green roots and shallots they brought back yesterday are all in the back basket, and they look fresh.

Bai Wu walked around around the nest, and finally chose a place next to the fire pond, at the foot of the mountain, pulled out the weeds on it, and used a stone hoe to reclaim a small piece of land. The onions were planted and watered again.

Bai Wu tossed and tossed until the sun set, his back ached and he was exhausted.

He took a sip of water, wiped his body with a leaf dipped in water, and went back to his nest to rest.

"what is this?!"

When Bai Wu was soundly asleep, he was woken up by his brother's loud voice.

He sat up from the nest and found that the sunset outside had come out, and his brother and two fathers had already returned.

The two fathers were sorting out today's harvest. His elder brother lifted the dustpan above the dustpan and yelled at the gray and fat dumplings in the dustpan.

Bai Wu yawned, and lazily said, "Surprise."

"That's it?" Kishi looked suspicious, pinched a dumpling and put it under his nose to smell it, "This thing doesn't look delicious, it doesn't even smell good."

"Who told you to eat it now? You have to cook it before you can eat it."

Chuan asked, "Wu, are you feeling better today? Let me see your injuries."

"It's much better. It's probably starting to grow new flesh. It's a little itchy." Bai Wu uncovered the big leaves for Chuan to see, "Yafu, I can go out tomorrow."

"Let's keep it for another two days. The water vapor is very heavy today, and I don't know if it will rain tomorrow." Chuan looked worried, "Your wound must not be exposed to rain."

Bai Wu sniffed hard, staring at the glow outside, feeling that there was no sign of rain at all.

He looked puzzled.

Mo Dao: "I'll cut some leaves later and come back to strengthen the roof of the nest. Chuan, you stay in the tribe tomorrow to take care of Wu."

"Wait! Father and Yafu, it's not that exaggerated, how big can it be?"

"You will know after reading today." Chuan Dao, "Even if it doesn't rain heavily tomorrow, and there is heavy rain in summer, you should cut more leaves and come back to repair the roof of the nest, otherwise it will leak sooner or later."

Bai Wu didn't have any memories of last year, seeing how nervous they were, she couldn't say anything, so she could only nod.

Kishi scratched his face beside him, "Should we go after dinner? Wu, what did you cook and how do you cook it?"

"Dumplings. Boil the water, just put it in and cook it. I'll cook the one you're waiting for. By the way, father, I made more. Will you send a copy to the priest later?"

Mo Dao: "I'll taste it first when it's cooked."

Bai Wu raised a question mark: "Father, you still don't believe in my skills?"

Kishi giggled from the sidelines.

A smile also flashed in Mo's eyes, "I'm afraid I won't be used to it."

Bai Wu snorted, "I'll cook it for you right now!"

Chuan had already filled the clay pot with clean water, and Bai Wu directly lit the fire to boil the water, and put the dumplings in after the water boiled.

Bai Wu fanned the steam that floated up with his hands, and looked down, seeing the gray and plump dumplings floating in the water like ducklings.

The blue-gray dumplings turn translucent when cooked, and the fillings inside can be seen.

The dumpling wrappers were not very sticky, and a few of them were broken, and the strong dumpling smell wafted up.

Kishi sniffed, "It smells so good!"

Bai Wu waved his hand, "Wash the dishes, the dumplings are floating up, ready to eat."

"Is that all right?"

"Yes." Bai Wu put some salt into the dumpling soup, motioning to An to bring the bowl over.

Baiwu puts a small handful of chopped green onion and a small piece of boiled animal oil in each bowl, then scoops the dumplings, and finally puts two spoonfuls of dumpling soup.

White water vapor hits the face, and the dumpling soup washes away the animal oil and green onion, bringing a strong fragrance.

A sweet noodle fragrance surged up, and it was different from the noodle soup that day, Bai Wu knew it couldn't be unpalatable as soon as he smelled it.

Bai Wu picked up the bowl and blew, picked up a dumpling with chopsticks and blew, put it to her lips, and took a bite.

The dumpling wrappers made of green roots are a bit like shrimp dumpling wrappers, soft and sweet. After biting through the dumpling wrappers, the tender and juicy mushroom meatballs are extremely delicious.

Bai Wu took a sip of the soup, a warm feeling rose from his stomach, tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose, and his cheeks were a little red.

It's delicious.

Bai Wu seemed to have returned to his previous life. The family sat at the dining table, laughing and laughing, and the smell of various dishes filled their noses, which whetted the appetite.

He used to think that it was nonsense for people to say that food tasted like home. It was just a plate of food. Is there really such a big difference between what is made at home and what is made outside?

He looked at the smiling elder brother, and at the two fathers who were looking at each other, and suddenly felt the taste of home.

He already has a new home, and he wants to live a good life in this life.