After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

This morning, Bai Wu planned to cook some mixed root porridge.

He washed the noodles, green roots, stone fruits and other rhizome nuts, put them into a clay pot, and wiped off the water at the bottom of the pot with his hands. Unexpectedly, he didn’t wipe it clean after wiping it, and water seeped out after wiping it. .

With a puzzled face, he raised the big clay pot to the top of his head and took a look, only to find that there was actually a crack at the bottom of the pot.

The crack is not big, and the water seeping along the crack is like a string of pearls, but it looks much worse than pearls.

Bai Wu was full of depression, so he could only go to the utility room to find a new clay pot.

There are only 27 clay pots left in their family, and they will be used at least until the next year.

If the time is not up, these clay pots will be rotten, so you have to go to someone else's house to replace them, and you may not be able to exchange them.

Bai Wu found a new earthenware pot, washed it clean, and cooked porridge with mixed roots.

Although the old clay pot can't cook food with water, it doesn't mean it can't be used.

Bai Wu found the kimchi jar at home, took out the pickled shallots, pickled ginger, radish stems, etc., and planned to fry a plate of kimchi to serve with porridge.

Before his food was cooked, a big white bird flapped its wings and flew towards the hill of his house.

Bai Wu looked up, but it was his brother flying back with a big basket on his back.

"Wood!" An shouted happily as soon as he landed, "Come and see, I got a big basket full of green roots!"

Bai Wu squatted in front of the firepit, "What did you trade for it?"

"Leather. I exchanged it from Dada's house. They want to use leather to make clothes for children. They asked me what I wanted. I told them green roots. They exchanged some green roots with the people in the tribe, and then gave away all the green roots. Give it to me."

Kishi explained the matter clearly in a few words, and ran over with a basket on his back, "I'll show you, the quality of the green root is very good this time. Let's wash some green root powder while there is no snow these two days."

"Okay. I'll start washing after breakfast later, but I won't be making green root cakes."

"Why?" An's face collapsed, "I worked so hard to exchange so many green roots, just want to eat green root cake twice more."

Bai Wu sighed, and handed him the pot next to his leg, "Look at this pot."

"What's wrong with this clay pot? Didn't it clean?" Kishi took the pot and looked over it, "It's clean, I washed it with grass leaves for a long time last night."

"Look at the bottom of the pot again."

"There's... oh, another clay pot was fried at the bottom of the pot."

Kishi also became depressed, "How can our clay pot be used up so quickly?"

"It is estimated that the green root cake was baked too much, and the clay pot was not heated evenly, so it cracked."

Kishi sighed and sat aside, silently.

After a long time, he suddenly touched Bai Wu's foot with his foot, "It's all cracked anyway, why don't we bake it in this clay pot?"

Bai Wu was carefully frying kimchi in the earthenware pot. Hearing what he said, he almost punched a hole in the earthen pot. "Why do you like green root cake so much?"

"It's not because you cook it so delicious. You cook it a few more times, and if this cracked clay pot is completely unusable, I won't eat it."

"No matter how much you want to eat, you have to make it tomorrow. Let's have porridge and kimchi first."

Kishi became happy when he heard the words, and patted his chest to promise, "You can make the green root cake, and I will do the rest, whether it is washing the root powder or whipping the egg white, I can do it."

"It's not just you eating alone. All right, brother, you go to Xingwang Valley and ask Yafu and the others to come back for breakfast, and you can eat it right away."

The animal meat kimchi fried with white radish can be called the best of the tribe.

Especially the fat and thin animal meat is sautéed with garlic, then fried with kimchi. The fried meat is sour, salty and delicious, which is very suitable for rice.

The whole family, including Nan Yao, liked this dish very much.

This is also the most commonly eaten side dish in Baiwu's family in winter.

The radishes in the vegetable garden are getting bigger and bigger. Although the temperature is getting lower and lower, they are still juicy and tender, and there is no sign of frostbite at all.

Every now and then, Baiwu will pick some tender radish stalks and stuff them into kimchi for soaking.

The taste of radish stems is relatively rough, but it is very chewy when soaked in kimchi, which has been unanimously welcomed by everyone.

After breakfast, Bai Wu mixed the miso that was drying under the eaves, and went to look at the fermented bean curd in the utility room.

The white hairs on the fermented bean curd are already very long, and it looks like it has been fermented very successfully.

Bai Wu plans to fry some salt powder in the next two days, add some pepper to it, and wrap the fermented bean curd.

In such a cold day, this batch of fermented bean curd should last until next spring.

Bai Wu is quite patient in doing things, and knows a lot of things. Although she is not professional, but fortunately, they are all home-made food. It doesn't matter if it is good or bad, as long as it is not broken.

There were no special activities in winter, so Bai Wu stayed at home, made green root cakes again, and whipped up salad dressing.

While baking the green root cake, the crack in the broken earthenware pot was getting bigger and bigger, Bai Wu always suspected that it would be completely cracked next time.

After the next time and the next time, after countless next times, one night, Bai Wu stuffed the green root cake into the earthenware pot, covered the pot, and planned to bake it.

Unexpectedly, he just squatted down to turn up the charcoal fire, and before he could turn around, the clay pot in front of him cracked and split in two, the green root cake inside also fell into the ashes, and even the lid of the pot fell to the ground and smashed .

With quick eyes and quick hands, Bai Wu only managed to save a piece of green root powder that was stained with carbon ash.

Bai Wu stared at the green root cake made with great effort, feeling his heart was bleeding.

The bird's eggs, goat's milk, honey and green root powder inside are made by the whole family with countless efforts.

In order to have a good meal today, he put a lot of honey.

Once the pot broke, most of everything was broken.

Bai Wu grasped her fist with all her strength, and restrained her urge to punch and kick.

If it was a different world, even in his previous life, he would have smashed the clay pot in front of him, but not now.

Even a broken earthenware pot is still very useful, such as frying fat and grass.

Bai Wu stood there panting for breath.

"What's the matter?" Kishi who heard the movement and ran in looked at the angry Bai Wu, and then at the broken pottery pot, his eyes were full of worry, "Are you okay?"

"What could be the matter, is that this pot is completely broken." Bai Wu forced a smile, and stretched out his finger, "The green root cake is uneatable, it's covered with ashes."

"If it's broken, it's broken, as long as you're not injured." Kishi also patted his shoulder with a downcast face, "You go and rest for a while, and I'll clean it up."

"No, just wait for me for a while."

Bai Wu stood on the spot and took a few deep breaths, went outside and got a slate for barbecue, brushed oil on it, spread the green root noodles that were not stained with ashes on it, and fried it carefully.

The fried green root cake sticks to the slate, and the heat is not evenly distributed, and it tastes like a ball, without the soft and fluffy feeling at all.

It's a pity that there is still so much honey in it.

When Bai Wu was eating the green root cake, he couldn't help feeling a pang of regret in his heart.

The regret in his heart turned into anger the next day when another earthenware pot where the green root cake was baked was also cracked in two.

Bai Wuhong stared at the clay pot that was split into several petals in front of her eyes, and her mentality collapsed in an instant.

He stood stiffly in front of the firepit, his arms trembling slightly.

There is an active volcano erupting inside him.

He didn't expect that he was so unlucky, he didn't make green root cake a few times, but he ruined two clay pots.

They got up early and worked in the dark, and spent countless hours turning clay into pottery, and then firing the pottery into clay pots.

To the fucking orc world.

Don't you just want to have a delicious bite, why is it so difficult?

Why is it so difficult? !

Bai Wu didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't care about the boiling hot clay pot, he grabbed a piece of debris and threw it on the ground forcefully.

The ground is dirt.

No matter how hard it is rammed, it is still soil.

The pottery fragment fell to the ground, not only did it not break, it bounced and hit Bai Wu.

Grass!

Bai Wu picked up the pottery shard and threw it directly into the fire pit.

The pottery fragments collided with the pottery fragments, making a crisp sound.

The stewed bacon contained in the broken pottery piece fell into the fire completely, making a "sizzling" sound, followed by a burnt smell.

Bai Wu's head "buzzed", grabbed the bowl next to it, and threw it directly into the fire pit.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

The loud sound of the bowl being smashed was heard.

"Wu!"

The family rushed in, and they were all shocked when they saw Bai Wu standing beside the firepit trembling with anger and the firepit full of broken pottery.

Chuan walked over quickly, put his arms around Bai Wu's shoulders, and held him in his arms, "It's all right."

Bai Wu stared, in addition to anger and guilt, there was also a little grievance of bad luck in his heart.

It was the grievance that life did not get better after hard work.

It is also the grievance of being exiled to this wild land by fate.

He leaned into Chuan Nuan's arms and looked around.

Mo He An's faces were full of worry and puzzlement.

Kishi came over and patted him on the back, "Go out and have a rest first, I'll clean up."

Chuan held his shoulders, "Let's go."

Mo also touched his head, "Go back to the room and apply the medicine."

A word of concern from the family made Bai Wu's eyes wet.

He stared at the open space in front of him, forcefully forcing back tears.

Chuan firmly carried him back to the room, and applied animal oil to his burned palm.

There were countless calluses in his palm, even if he was scalded by the hot pottery, it didn't blister, it just turned red.

Chuan blew for him, "No need to wrap the wound, just rest for two days and it will be fine."

Bai Wu sat on the bed, said hoarsely for a long while: "I'm fine."

"Take a break if you have nothing to do, let An and your father cook."

"Yeah. Yafu, I won't have dinner today, you guys can eat."

"Then you go to sleep, I will sit here with you for a while."

"I want to be alone for a while."

"Alright, just call us if you need something."

Bai Wu nodded.

Chuan went out.

Bai Wu took off her shoes, raised her hands with difficulty, retracted into the bed, held the quilt between her wrists, and covered herself with difficulty.

He lay in bed, staring at the beams.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and soon I couldn't see my fingers.

Bai Wu stared at the darkness, but still didn't feel sleepy at all.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a thin knock on the wooden door.

Kishi asked outside in a low voice: "Wu, are you hungry? I boiled bird eggs, you can eat two bird eggs."

Bai Wu opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was not hungry.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was completely hoarse, and he only made a voice that was a little higher than his breath.

Grass.

Bai Wu flinched under the blanket, pretending not to hear.

When he got up the next day, the family pretended nothing had happened and didn't ask what happened last night.

Bai Wu himself didn't mention it.

Even adults have occasional moments of breakdown.

He could understand and forgive himself for the breakdown, but he would still feel ashamed and didn't want to bring it up again.

When Bai Wu thought that this matter would pass smoothly.

Nan Yao came to his house in the afternoon.

The two stood in the yard talking.

Nan Yao took out a can of animal oil from the back basket and handed it to him, "This is medicinal oil for scalds."

Bai Wu's face turned red immediately, and she muttered in embarrassment, "My injuries are all healed."

"Then get ready."

Bai Wu stood there, groaned a few times, and asked, "How do you know I'm injured?"

"Yesterday you didn't come out to take a shower, I met Kishi today and asked."

"You asked directly?!" Bai Wu's eyes widened, and she became anxious, grabbed Nan Yao's arm and lowered her voice, "Didn't my brother know that we would go out to take a bath together at night?"

"Ask around, he probably doesn't know."

"How roundabout is it? My brother is a good gossip, there is nothing in the tribe that he doesn't know." Bai Wu felt his blood pressure rise, "He won't misunderstand even more? For example, we are together Take a shower or something."

"will not."

Nan Yao recalled his own words, and changed the subject, "Your baked green root cake broke two clay pots?"

Bai Wu didn't expect him to be so straightforward, he almost opened and lifted the pot, and his eyes widened again.

Nan Yao pressed his shoulder, "Don't be angry. I know a kind of stove that can be used to bake things."

"what?"

"The orc tribe has a kind of stove, just like our pottery kiln. Put things in and burn the fire underneath, and the food can be cooked quickly."

Nan Yao roughly described the appearance of that kind of kiln, Bai Wu heard it more and more familiar, and said in a complicated tone, "I seem to know that thing."

"That's just right, I'll make one for you." Nan Yao said, "This way you won't burn the clay pot in the future."

Bai Wu was powerless, "I didn't lose my temper because I burned the clay pot."

Nan Yao's eyes were tolerant, "That's okay, we can make an oven first."

Bai Wu stared, with a temper that had nowhere to vent.

But the powerlessness, grievance and anger in my heart dissipated inexplicably.

After a while, he said to himself, "It's okay to make an oven first, it can change a little bit."

Nan Yao smiled, "Yeah."

Bai Wu snorted and muttered, "I couldn't control it this time, just smile a little, don't keep laughing."

"You're stupid for not laughing."

As a science student with strong hands-on ability, even though Bai Wu's major in his previous life was not engineering, he has a good understanding of the principles of ovens and the like.

To successfully bake soft cake bread, they can't do the kind of oven that bakes naan, so the moisture loss is too large, and the baked bread will be hard and difficult to eat.

Bai Wu plans to build a bread kiln.

There are two types of bread kilns.

One is to burn the fire directly in the kiln body. After burning, take out the charcoal and firewood, simply wipe the kiln body, and then put the food in, and use the heat stored in the kiln body to grill.

The other is to burn the fire under the kiln, and also use the heat energy stored in the kiln body, but the utilization rate is not so high.Its advantage is that the firewood and the grilled food are not in the same cavity, and the food will not be smoked by the smoke left by the firewood, and the taste is better.

Bai Wu plans to do the following.

Bai Wu shared his thoughts with his family.

Kishi cautiously said, "I'm already tired of eating sandwiches, and I don't really want to eat them, so let's not bother?"

Bai Wu apologized, "I was wrong last time, I shouldn't lose my temper, it's not the green root cake's problem."

"Everyone can't control their temper sometimes, it's not your fault."

"Then let's make a bread kiln. I'll do a bread kiln to practice first. If it succeeds, we'll put it on the kang."

"What is that? Is it also for food?"

"No, it's a bed with a fire on the bottom and heat on the top. If the kang is ready, we will gather more firewood in the future, and winter will be more comfortable."

After hearing this, Chuan said, "Just do what you want. How to do it? Our family will do it."

"First dig a little clay and come back with sand. If you dig five loads of clay and ten loads of sand, it's about the same. It may not be successful. I'll practice first."

Chuan said: "What does it matter? Who can do it successfully at the first time? Just practice."

Mo Ze asked: "When will it be used? Since the weather is not too cold and the soil is not frozen, we will find time to dig it out these few days."

Bai Wu smiled and said, "I can dig it back anytime, anyway, it's just a bread kiln, so don't worry. But I'm not very familiar with this kind of bread kiln, and the priest may come to help at that time."

Chuan Dao: "It's fine if the priest wants to."

Nan Yao was not only willing, but also very active.

When the two of them flew to the hot spring to take a bath at night, they would deliberately change back into human form and walk together for a while.

On the way, Nan Yao discussed with Bai Wu about building a bread kiln.

Bai Wu said: "I don't know exactly how to do it. It should be similar to our pottery kiln. We will also make the shape of a pottery kiln."

"Where are you going to do it?"

"It's on the side of the kitchen. Use the kitchen tiles to cover it. When making a bread kiln, leave a chimney to come out, so it shouldn't smoke the walls."

"Are the materials ready?"

"It's almost there, my father and the others will help dig the soil, and I'll just pick up some bigger pebbles."

A traditional bread kiln has three structures, thermal mass layer, thermal insulation layer and structural layer. The thermal mass layer is the innermost and the structural layer is the outermost.

The key is the insulation layer.

When Bai Wu watched videos in her previous life, she often saw people use wine bottles in the middle as insulation.

Don't think about it here, even using clay pots is too wasteful, Bai Wu plans to use pebbles as insulation.

A pebble as big as a palm, if it is scalded, it can be kept for a long time due to heat, and Bai Wu feels that it is a joke.

Nan Yao said: "I know which section of the river has a lot of pebbles."

"Huh?" Bai Wu suddenly remembered, "Is it the kind of pebbles laid under our hot spring?"

Nan Yao was silent for a moment, "It's that kind."

"Hahahaha, I just said why the bottom of our hot spring is so neat, so you have repaired it in advance."

"There is no pebbles, there is a lot of mud underneath, dirty."

"Good job." Bai Wu thumped his back, "Thanks for your hard work!"

Nan Yao knew the surrounding area like the back of his hand.

Under his command, Bai Wu quickly gathered enough materials.

Because of the need for an oven, there is no way to use resin as a binder this time, so Baiwu plans to use clay directly.

The oven doesn't need that much strength, clay should be more than enough.

Bai Wu did what he said, and asked the family to find clay and sand, and he took the whole family to start mixing the mud.

The bread kiln is not big, and the materials used are not many.

They first built the firewood-burning part below. This part was all made of stones, and then clay with miscanthus was used as a binder.

The lower part is built, and a stone slab is fastened, and the kiln body of the upper part is built on the stone slab.

The stones used this time are very neat. When they build the stones, they can build the stones into a wall by themselves, and the clay binder is not so important.

Anyway, it's just a kiln, and it will break down again at worst, and there are no people living in it, so I don't worry about it after Baiwu is built.

Now it's cold and dry, and the rocky part below will be done in two days.

Bai Wu started to work on the upper kiln body with his family.

When making the upper kiln body, he first made a frame with wood, buckled it on the stone slab, and then pasted mud on it.

The upper kiln has three floors.

The innermost layer attached to the wooden frame is the thermal mass layer, and he only used clay and sand for this layer.

A large amount of sawdust mud and pebbles are placed in the middle insulation layer, which basically wraps the entire cavity twice.

For the outermost structural layer, Baiwu is more particular.

He used clay, sand, and miscanthus sections, and all the materials were combined, and then trampled and mudned repeatedly.

The freshly made bread kiln is still wet, and nothing can be done but wait for it to dry in the shade.

If you use fire to bake at this time, it is easy to burn the whole bread kiln due to uneven heating.

All the family can do is wait.

The finished bread kiln is pretty decent, and Bai Wu is not worried about failure.

Seeing Bai Wu's smiling face, Nan Yao felt a little more worried than Bai Wu.

He secretly decided in his heart that if Bai Wuzhen failed to do it, he would go to the beastman tribe and learn how others made kilns.

The orc tribes have so many success stories, they always succeed in the end.