After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

Bai Wu didn't think about what delicious food he could give his brother, so saying that was purely to change the subject.

Kishi was really obsessed with the white clam, and after turning his attention away, he soon turned back.

He said to Bai Wu: "You cook, I will open these white mussels."

"Open, open, let me explain first, there may not be pearls in it, if there are no pearls, don't be disappointed."

"No way, with so many white mussels, our luck can't be that bad."

"Let's go to the river. Open it and wash it."

The two carried the mussels to the river, and each of them took a knife to slowly cut open the mussels.

Kishi muttered while digging out the shellfish, "There's nothing in this."

"Not in this one either."

"It's so big, why is it just meat without pearls?"

Kishi said, throwing the ball of clean clam meat in his hand into the basin, and sighed.

There is already more than half of the mussel meat in the basin, and only half of the white mussels are left in the basket.

Bai Wu heard him sigh, and brought the bowl beside him to her face, "How many bowls are there?"

Kishi glanced at the few small pearls that were not much bigger than rice grains, and was even more dejected, "How can these be called pearls? They are almost called pearls."

"Little pearls are also pearls, at least I have received your wish. There are so many white oysters left, maybe there are really pearls behind?"

The two of them peeled the remaining white mussels by the river, and in the end they got eleven pearls in total, the big ones were no bigger than mung beans, and the small ones were about the size of sesame seeds, all of which were unhandy.

Unwilling to give up, Kishi washed the clam meat repeatedly, washing away all parts except the meat.

But nothing is nothing.

In the end, there were only eleven pearls.

Bai Wu patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, go back and fry clams for you."

The clam meat has been washed like this, so it is not suitable for steaming.

"You go back first, I'll throw away these shells, it's not good to pile them up here."

"I'll be with you, just throw it back into the river."

Strictly speaking, mussel shells are not garbage. Throwing them back into the river will provide a habitat for a large number of aquatic organisms, which is a good thing.

The two picked up the clam shells on the ground and threw them into the river one by one.

There is still some clam meat left on the clam shell, which is a bit sticky to the hand, which makes people feel uncomfortable when touched.

After throwing away Bai Wu, he quickly washed his hands in the river water.

He froze while washing his hands.

Kishi didn't know why, so he touched him lightly, "What are you thinking?"

"Are there a lot of white mussels in the river?"

"It's okay, if you want to eat, I'll get you two more baskets tomorrow."

"Is it also very big?"

"It's bigger than a plate, is it big? No, what exactly are you trying to say? I don't quite understand."

"I seem to know how to get pearls!"

Bai Wu clenched her left fist and punched her right hand, excited, "I just said I forgot something, such a big thing, I didn't think of it!"

Kishi was even more at a loss, "What?"

"About how to raise pearls!"

"How do you get it? Steal it from the territory of the Giraffes?"

"Of course not! We grow our own!"

"How to plant? Plant in the ground? Can this work? Pearls are not seeds."

Bai Wu smiled, "Of course not, let's plant them in white clams!"

Kishi stretched out his hand, which still smelled of fish, and was about to touch Baiwu's forehead wetly, "Are you burning stupid?"

"Not stupid." Bai Wu grabbed his wrist, "I'll tell you when I get back."

"Put it in a white clam, what are the seeds?"

"Little sand?"

Kishi looked at Bai Wu with a "you're crazy" expression on his face.

Bai Wu was in a very happy mood, and when she went back, she touched Nan Feng's and Bai Xue's heads with her wet hands.

The two wolf cubs yelled "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Bai Wu squeezed two pieces of mussel meat from the basin, one for a wolf cub, "Taste the taste."

Bai Wu brought the basin into the kitchen, found the pickled wild onions and chewing fruit at home, and heated a large plate with cold oil in a hot stone pot.

The taste of the bite fruit is very choking, and it is volatile everywhere when it is stimulated by the hot oil.

Kishi, who was burning the fire below, couldn't take it anymore, coughed and ran out, leaving him alone in the kitchen singing and cooking.

In the whole family, only he could bear this choking smell.

As soon as Chuan came home, he heard Bai Wu's singing.

Bai Wu didn't sing often, and the songs he sang occasionally were very different from the songs they usually sang, which sounded very strange.

Chuan stopped and listened for a while, then asked with a smile, "What happy event happened today, why are you so happy?"

Kishi complained, "Wu said he wants to grow pearls!"

Chuan also showed a surprised expression, "How do you grow pearls, doesn't it only grow in clam shells?"

"That's right, I said the same thing, but Ke Wu said that he could use sand as seeds and plant them in white mussels."

"Wu didn't eat anything strange today, did he?"

Bai Wu yelled outside, "I heard it all. When you talk about me behind your back, can you keep your voice down and stay away from me?"

"No!" Kishi roared, "Your idea is too outrageous!"

"It's not outrageous at all, okay? I have a basis!"

"I do not believe!"

"You will know when I plant it!"

After the white turnips were fried, they said, "If you don't believe me, help me pick some more white mussels, and I'll plant them for you to see."

"I'm going to pick them tomorrow, and I want to see how the sand grows into white mussels."

"Look, it can be planted for as little as one year, as long as three to five years."

Mo was worried beside him, "Have you asked the priest?"

Bai Wu: "Why do you ask the priest?"

"Let him show you first."

"I really didn't eat anything wrong! Do you know how the pearls came from? Something got into its body accidentally, and it felt uncomfortable. It secreted something desperately to wrap up the foreign matter. If it got too much, it turned into a pearl. "

The family seems to understand but not understand.

Bai Wu was determined: "The reason is very simple, we figured it out after a few more attempts."

Kishi: "Can it really come out?"

"You'll know if you try it. Don't tell the people in the tribe just yet."

Bai Wu shared his thoughts with Nan Yao at night, and Nan Yao asked the same question.

After listening to Bai Wu's explanation, Nan Yao nodded, "If you want to try, we will try."

"Try it first. If we also have pearls, it will be much more convenient to change things in the future."

"Tomorrow, I'll bring you some more white clams."

"No, you can take me to pick sand tomorrow. I don't want to go alone for such a long way."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Bai Wu wanted to find some round sand, preferably bigger ones.

When mussels wrap foreign objects, most of the pearls formed are actually not very round.

The base is not round, no matter how wrapped it is, it will be difficult to round it.

In order to get large and round pearls, the first step is to choose round pearl cores.

In fact, most of the sand is square. If you want to find round sand, you have to go through some careful screening.

The next day, Bai Wu and Nan Yao found a new beach.

The sandy beach where they went to dig ginger last time was not good. The sandy beach there was too dense to be used as a pearl nucleus.

The beach sand they found today is larger, but less rounded.

After all, they are less subject to water grinding.

Bai Wu squatted on the ground and picked it for a while, feeling her eyes were dazzled and her legs were numb.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he just sat down on the beach, "Let's pick slowly, it's almost enough, don't be too demanding."

"How big is it, is it so big?"

Nan Yao said and gave him a piece of sand not much bigger than a sesame seed.

Bai Wu glanced, "Okay. I don't care about the size, as long as it's round, I'll pick out the big and small ones together first."

Bai Wu: "I remember that when others cultivate pearls, they will plant pearl nuclei of different specifications together. If these large pearl nuclei are successfully planted, they may form particularly large pearls."

"Then put them in together first."

Picking sand is a delicate job.

The two picked each other for half the morning, basically keeping a fixed posture, and Bai Wu was sore all over.

He looked at the pottery basin containing the sand, picked it up and shook it, "Enough, almost enough, we don't think we'll need much."

Bai Wu has never been in contact with this industry before, but has only heard about it from various sources.

Although everyone says it is easy, in this era without medicines and tools, it may not be too easy to achieve a lot of success at once.

He had to try a few hundred white clams first.

When Bai Wu and the others brought back the sand, the family also brought back the white mussel.

These white mussels are river mussels, and Bai Wu temporarily raised them in the stream, and built a dam downstream of the stream.

In this way, the white mussels will not be afraid of running away, and they will not be afraid of dying from lack of oxygen.

The sand is ready, and Baiwu will make some wooden knives and wooden needles next.

The metal knife in his hand was too thick, and the white clam was not big, and a small operation had to be performed inside the clam, so the metal knife was too thick to handle.

Wooden knives are much simpler. Cut the wood into a thin piece, sharpen the edges, and cut through soft clam meat. It won't be too difficult.

It took Bai Wu three days to prepare all the tools.

His family, including Nan Yao, brought back more than 1000 white clams in the past three days.

Everything is ready.

Bai Wu specially chose the early morning to perform the "surgery" on the white mussel.

He came back with a basket of white mussels on his back.

Put sand, wooden knives, wooden needles and all the tools needed into the pottery pot and boil.

He himself washed his hands several times with soap and concentrated salt water, and finally washed them with plain water.

While doing these steps, he looked very serious.

The whole family didn't have time to go out to gather and hunt, and they all watched him how to operate.

Nan Yao also came.

The two little wolves even tilted their heads, their eyes full of curiosity surrounding them.

Bai Wu's eyes lingered in the basket for a while, and finally took out the largest white clam, and nodded to his family and Nan Yao, "I'm going to start."

He inserted a metal knife into the crack of the clam shell, trying to pry it open, but found that it couldn't be pried at all.

He exerted all his strength and secretly exerted force, his face almost turned red.

This time the clam shell was finally pried open, but most of the clam shell was cracked, and the internal organs of the white clam were also injured.

"Paji", Bai Wu threw the dead clam into the pot.

This white clam can only be used as a dish.

Six pairs of eyes looked over, and Bai Wu said shyly, "The one just now doesn't count, let's do it now."

Bai Wu took out the second white clam.

Unexpectedly, it was unsuccessful this time. He used too much force and cut the clam in half.

Gan!

Bai Wu suppressed the anger from embarrassment, and took out the third one.

This time, his heart was not so peaceful, and he directly pried the clam shell into two halves.

Nan Yao had quick eyes and hands, and grabbed his wrist, "Be careful."

Kishi cautiously suggested, "If it doesn't work, forget it, I haven't seen anyone who can pry open a white clam alive."

"No one tried to pry it at all." Bai Wu took a deep breath, "I don't believe it anymore, come again."

Nan Yao: "Bring a basin of water, put the clam in the water, and let it open by itself?"

Bai Wu: "That's fine, I'll try."

The family quickly brought water over.

Bai Wu put all the mussels in the basket into the water.

They waited for a while, and the white clam felt that there was no danger outside, so it slowly opened its shell and poked out the meat inside.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Bai Wu grabbed a small wooden stick and stuffed it into the most open clam, supporting its two shells.

Become!

Kishi also heaved a sigh of relief, "It should be easier to pry this way."

"Don't pry." Bai Wu recalled, "If you pry it, it will feel attacked and it may close tighter. Let's do it like this."

"How to operate such a small gap?"

"Okay? Come at an angle."

Bai Wu carefully stretched the wooden knife in, made a cut on the membrane on the back of the clam, and then poked the sand in.

This step is not difficult, as long as the sand is stuffed into the clam, under the action of gravity, the sand will naturally roll to the position Bai Wu wants.

Through this method, Baiwu successfully planted several.

"I just said that this plan is feasible, just try a few more times and be patient."

"It looks amazing!"

"Brother, don't think it's miraculous now, it will be even more miraculous when you collect pearls in the future."

"Do you keep the finished white mussels at home?"

"Put it in the creek. I'm afraid they will die with this little water at home."

Bai Wu's movements became more and more proficient, and he no longer used wood chips in the future. He directly stuck the clam shell with a stick, stroked it lightly with a needle, and then pushed the sand in, and he was done.

Because the movements were so smooth, he even had the illusion that he was a surgeon.

Bai Wu raised her chin slightly, feeling a little proud.

After Bai Wu processed all the white mussels, he and Nan Yao released them into the stream.

"Let's take a look tomorrow. As long as one out of ten succeeds, we will be considered successful."

"Their vitality is still tenacious, so it should be fine."

"It's definitely no problem, God of Beasts bless you."

After Bai Wu finished speaking, she bumped Nan Yao lightly, "Hurry up and say the blessing of the beast god with me."

There was a smile in Nan Yao's eyes, just like him, he clasped his hands together and said something.

Because she had never done this pose before, Nan Yao did it a little awkwardly.

Bai Wu kept his pearls in mind, so he woke up early the next morning, washed up briefly, grabbed the basket on his back, and quickly flew up the mountain.

He's going to ask Nan Yao to watch the white mussels that were processed yesterday with him.

These treated white mussels were placed upstream of the stream, and Baiwu specially built an extra dam, leaving only two small grooves on the dam, just to separate the white mussels on both sides.

He went straight to the destination, and found that among the 63 white mussels planted with pearl cores yesterday, more than half of them had closed shells, as if they were dead.

Bai Wu's heart was half cold.

He took these dead white mussels up to check one by one, and comforted himself: "It's okay, even in the previous life, when professional pearl farmers dealt with pearl oysters, the success rate would not reach [-]%. They still have professional tools and medicines. I have nothing here."

Listening to his chanting, Nan Yao reached out and brought up some white clams, "This, this, and this, a total of seven are alive."

Bai Wu gasped.

Although he said that it would be good to survive one-tenth of the time, this death rate has to be counted after harvesting a crop of pearls, not the next day.

If so many died on the second day, then the next third, fourth, and fifth days would definitely not be peaceful.

Bai Wu hadn't figured out how many pearls they could get in the end according to this death rate.

Nan Yao brought up one of the living white clams, "Did this white clam spit out the sand stuffed in yesterday?"

Bai Wu was startled, "No way, let me see."

Bai Wu observed carefully for a while, "Even if there are sand grains at the opening, it doesn't mean that it spit out the sand, maybe it's the new sand that it caught when it was looking for food?"

"There's no such sand here, and we've handpicked the sand."

Nan Yao picked up the sand and showed it to Bai Wu.

The characteristics of the sand are so obvious that Bai Wu can't deny it even if he wants to.

"Did you really spit out the sand? What should you do if you encountered such a situation when you were growing pearls in your previous life?"

Bai Wu does not believe in evil.

He simply took one of the dead clams and cut open it with a knife.

The white clam is cut open, and the situation inside is easy to observe.

Bai Wu soon discovered that there was a gap in the flesh near the back shell, and there was nothing inside, and the sand had long since disappeared.

Bai Wu was dumbfounded, "What's wrong? How could this happen?"

"Is it not in the right place?"

"Impossible. You see, when we fetched pearls, we probably took them from here."

"Then what else could be the reason?"

Yes, what else could be the reason?

Bai Wu thought hard for a long time, "Could it be because I only cut their flesh, but didn't sew it up?"

As soon as this guess came out, he denied it again.

Not every pearl grower is a surgeon, so it is impossible to cut and sew the pearls together.

This requirement is too high, and the cost is also high.

He remembered that the pearl oysters sold outside in his previous life were only a few yuan to dozens of yuan each.

Nan Yao said: "Would it be better not to let them move?"

"This plan works! Let's try to keep them from moving tomorrow."

"Go get some white clams back today?"

"Fill! If you can't do it once, come twice, and if you can't do it twice, three times, I don't believe it. If we use up all this batch of white mussels, we won't be able to research it!"

In the next few days, Bai Wu was playing with his white mussels.

The next day, he found that if he put the clam on the ground for a while longer, and then put it in the water, the shell of the clam would expand extra large, making it easier for him to operate.

On the third day, all the white mussels treated on the first day had been wiped out, and only nine of the white mussels treated on the second day survived.

Bai Wu was studying the clam meat again, and he found that the two pieces of meat attached to the shell can actually put sand, but if they are cut apart, the clam meat is easy to break, and the sand can't stay in it.

He put the white mussels in the back basket, and then put the back basket into the water to limit the range of activities of the white mussels, supplemented by artificial feeding, so as not to let them move around.

On the fourth day, after Bai Wu tried to stuff the sand, he took a small piece from the thin meat membrane on the back of another white clam, and stuck it on the damaged part of the clam stuffed with sand.

He vaguely remembered that those bead farmers in his previous life had similar operations, probably like skin grafting.

This time he seems to have really succeeded.

When he went to observe on the fifth day, he found that there were more than [-] white mussels that survived!

Bai Wu continued to repeat yesterday's actions.

They tossed for more than ten days in a row, and a large number of white clams died every day.

Bai Wu has handled at least 52 white mussels, and [-] of them survived.

These 52 are simply baby bumps.

Bai Wu said: "I'm worried about putting them outside, it looks like we have to dig a pond."

"Dig." An said beside him: "Didn't you say you wanted to dig a pond to grow lotus roots? This time, you just dug together."

"Then let's dig a pond, wait for these white mussels to grow for a few more days, and move them to the pond."

Bai Wu has been so busy these days that she forgot to look at the potatoes.

When he was looking for a hoe in the room, he suddenly remembered it. He hurried to a corner of the room, lifted the animal skin covering it, and looked at the big potatoes inside.

Potatoes actually sprouted!

Bai Wu was so shocked that his head went blank for a moment, and he was stunned for a while before shouting outside, "Brother! Come here and see, my potatoes have sprouted!"

"Really? Didn't you say potatoes are particularly hard to sprout?"

Bai Wu carefully moved one of the potatoes out.

This potato is very large and has many sprouts on it.

Clusters of chubby buds look like small claws protruding from the inside. It is easy to count the whites, and there are seventeen clusters of buds on this potato!

An rushed in, seeing that Bai Wu was as careful as holding a newly-born bird's egg, and couldn't help but breathe lightly, "It really sprouted. There are so many sprouts on this potato."

"Good thing, they have many children, and we are blessed!"

"So what now? Are we going to plant these potatoes?"

"All kinds of things, I will plant them today." Bai Wu put the potatoes back into the basket on his back, "Brother, wait here for a while, watch for me, don't touch it, I'll ask the priest to come down."

"Why do you call the priest? You don't know how to farm before the priest."

"I'll share it with him to see if he has any special ideas!"

Nan Yao is in the nest.

From a distance, I saw Bai Wu flying over excitedly, crooked, and couldn't even guarantee his balance.

Nan Yao was a little worried, so he took two quick steps to catch him.

When Bai Wu was two or three meters above the ground, she immediately transformed back into a human form.

He rarely changed like this. When he fell to the ground, he fell and almost sprained his ankle.

Nan Yao's strong arms supported his waist, helping him maintain his balance.

Bai Wu didn't notice this detail, and excitedly grabbed Nan Yao's arm, "The potatoes are sprouting, come down with me to have a look!"

"Finally sprouted?"

"Yeah, it's not easy. I plan to plant them today."

"Do you know how to grow potatoes?"

"Uh." Bai Wu calmed down a little, "I'm not sure, but it's not a big problem. Since they've sprouted, it means they can be planted."

Bai Wu thought for a while, and added: "When I saw people planting before, they cut the sprouted potatoes into several pieces, wrapped them in ash, and then planted them in the soil."

He has never actually farmed, but he has watched a lot of videos.

Thanks to some food documentaries, he has a good understanding of the environment and cultivation conditions of many ingredients.

He has also seen videos about Tudou.

Nan Yao nodded, "As long as you know it in your heart. Where do you want to plant them?"

"Plant next to the wheat field, let Nanfeng and Baixue watch, so as not to be harmed by birds. Just as the garlic is almost grown, pull out the garlic and you can grow potatoes."

"I think it's okay. Do you still need to fertilize?"

"No. I'm afraid of burning the roots, not to mention covering it with ashes. We would rather use less fertilizer than plant it to death."