Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"Chang Xia, haven't you got up yet?"

The next day, Chang Xia was awakened from her sleep. When he opened his eyes, the inside of the beast's nest was gray, and it was obvious that Shen Rong was still sleeping.

Last night, Chang Xia warmed up Shen Rong's body.

It was rare for Shen Rong, who was suffering from pain, to get a good night's sleep. This was the most comfortable night he had slept since he was poisoned.

Yesterday, Chang Xia suggested that Geng should let the old man of the tribe sleep on the bed instead of lying on the ground. Root Hui tribe chatted with the old people of the tribe. The old people did not ask more about the wooden bed, and directly asked Gen to help find Chang Xia to make the bed.

In addition to trusting their own cubs.

More because they have eaten delicious fish **** and fried meat, I believe this time the bed is the same.

Gen tried it out overnight.

As a result, he found that the splicing could not be done.

So, he ran over before dawn.

"Patriarch, is there something wrong with you coming here so early?" Chang Xia asked.

Gen was slightly embarrassed, and smirked as he looked at Shen Rong who opened the animal curtain. Hearing Gen's shouting, Shen Rong quickly woke up. Sleep well, feel good.

Lifting the animal curtain, he greeted the root with a smile.

"I asked Shen Rong something, you continue to sleep." Geng thought of Chang Xia's weak body, and immediately pulled Shen Rong out of the beast's nest. At the same time, some guilt in my heart came too early.

These two days.

Chang Xia moved out of the tribe's original animal den.

Has been busy without rest.

Although Wu said that when Chang Xia became an adult, his body would gradually recover. It is inevitable that Chang Xia is still regarded as a cub, and regrets come too early.

Chang Xia waved his hand and replied, "It's okay, I'm awake already."

Gengan went to talk to Shen Rong, and Chang Xia got up to wash and prepare breakfast. Exactly, you can ask Geng to taste the fruit powder cake, I believe he will like it.

"...It turns out that this is the only way to get stuck."

Gen squatted and watched Shen Rong piece together the wood, and soon a wooden chair was made by Shen Rong. The animalized claws are sharp and sharp, and the barbs on the corners are quickly polished to a smooth and dazzling appearance. A rivet-like structure that joins wood together. Even if he is beaten, he will not let go. This is what Shen Rong figured out by himself.

"You can also try punching holes and pouring resin, it should be more firm." Shen Rong pointed to the position of the card slot and said.

There are low stools in the Western Land, and the custom of the nobles is to sit on the knees.

When Chang Xia mentioned tables and chairs, Shen Rong thought of the low stools in Xilu. Judging from other facts, it is easy to make the table and chairs that Chang Xia said. At the same time, the finished product is far beyond the imagination of Changxia.

"Will it be too hard with wooden planks?" Gen hesitated.

The wooden bed is temporarily made for the old people of the tribe. I wondered if it would be hard to lie on it?

Shen Rong pouted at the vine next to him, and said, "If it feels hard, weave a few vine curtains on it. Otherwise, fill in the grass mat and leaves, and then cover it with animal skins."

Lying down hard, this problem is easy to solve.

Gen did not turn the corner for a while, that's why he asked this question.

Sure enough, Shen Rong finished speaking. Gen patted his head with his hand, regretting that he had become stupid.

Chang Xia talked to Shan Kun about this earlier.

"Come on." Gen stood up and said, "I'll go back to the tribe and try again—"

"Patriarch, don't rush to leave." Chang Xia hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted to stop the root, holding a wooden basin in his hand to stir the fruit powder paste, "I'm making fruit powder pancakes, and it's not too late for the patriarch to leave after eating the pancakes."

In the morning, Nanfeng and the others will go out to pick or hunt.

Chang Xia reckoned that they would come over in the afternoon to help with the kiln.

There is food sent by the clansmen in the animal nest. She and Shen Rong are not in a hurry to collect it, so they can try to make a kiln first. By the way, how much moisture is in the loess layer? If there are too many, the speed should be slowed down to avoid collapse.

"Fruit powder cake—" Gen took a pause, scratched his hair, and looked curiously at Chang Xia's wooden basin.

How did the fruit powder paste become a fruit powder cake?

Isn't Chang Xia tossing up new food again?

This thought.

Gen stood still, no longer in a hurry to leave.

Shen Rong left the wood next to the root and turned around to collect the fish baskets at Baihu.

Down the hillside, in the puddle beside White Lake, dozens of fish have been raised. Shen Rong, the shrimps and crabs, would bring them back to the den every day. The dried shrimps were ground into shrimp powder and packed in clay pots. The crabs would be eaten directly.

At this time, the crab has no crab yellow.

For the time being, Chang Xia has no desire to toss.

The amount of shrimp powder is small, and Changxia has not taken it out for the time being.

After hoarding a little more, then take it out and distribute it to the clansmen. I dare not tell the clansmen about this kind of meticulous work, for fear that they will cook the vegetables directly with shrimps.

After all, the power of simmering is still vivid in my eyes.

"The fruit powder paste is added with bird eggs, minced meat, chopped wild vegetables, etc., and then fry it with oil in a stone pot until both sides are golden brown, and the entrance is crispy and fragrant. When Shen Rong returns from the fish basket, I will add some shrimp or fish meat in it..."

Gengen listened to Chang Xia's description, and his tongue was full of saliva.

Quietly pursed her lips and couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

It's good to come to Chang Xia in the morning, this fruit powder cake is delicious just listening to it.

They shouldn't restrain Chang Xia before.

Otherwise, why would you eat messy stew and fruit paste to fill your stomach all these years?

Thinking about it, Gengen has a faint regret.

Especially when Chang Xia fried the first minced meat, bird eggs, wild vegetables and fruit powder pancakes, this remorse reached its peak.

"The patriarch came to taste—" Chang Xia handed over the fried fruit powder cake, indicating that the root should be eaten with wooden chopsticks to avoid burning hands.

Gen ignored it and stretched out his hand, took the fruit powder and stuffed it into his mouth.

Kacha-

The crisp sound surprised Gen.

With a light bite, the rich fragrance exploded from the mouth.

The minced meat, bird's egg, minced wild vegetable and fruit powder cake with green onion, garlic and sour pulp is delicious. Salty and fragrant, thin and crispy, with a lightly charred meat flavor.

Take a sip, it's amazing.

The stone pot is not as fast as the iron plate, but the fruit powder is not mung bean noodles, and the taste is more chewy. Eat it in your mouth, with a bit of a long chew, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it is.

this moment.

Chang Xia understands that the fruit powder paste is more like milled and broken rice flour.

The noodles should be inedible.

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After the collected ginkgo was dried, it was ground into powder.

She wants to hurry up to make rice noodles.

Compared with all kinds of rice noodles, Changxia feels that the fruit powder cakes are not so fragrant.

When Shen Rong returned from collecting the fish basket, Gen Gen took the spatula in Chang Xia's hand and started frying the fruit powder pan. He plans to fry a few more and bring it back to the xylophone to taste later.

Every household of the tribe clan hoards ginkgo, and ginkgo is the only one that the clansmen will actively hoard. However, whether to eat or not is another matter.

After the ginkgo is dried in the sun, as long as it is not ground into powder.

It will not be damaged after storage for half a year to a year.

However, if the powder is milled, it cannot be stored for a long time, and the powder is prone to moisture or insects.

"Shen Rong, quickly get me some shrimp." Gen urged.

Shen Rong glanced at the fried fruit powder cake on the table, there was nothing he didn't understand. Carrying the basket, he squatted beside the stone tank, and handled the shrimp in his hand neatly.

After a while.

Gen Satisfied returned to the tribe with a rattan basket filled with fruit powder cakes.

Before leaving, he told Chang Xia that the south wind would come in the afternoon. In the morning, Nanfeng went to the bush to dig yam. This yam was prepared for Wu, so that Chang Xia would no longer need to go to the bushes.

Chang Xia responded with a smile, understanding that the patriarch did not want her to run around.

At the beginning, if she and Shen Rong went to the Salt Lake to get salt, if they knew about it in advance, most of them would not be able to go.

Afterwards, Gen and the others didn't say anything.

However, there is no shortage of words to express that meaning.

at this point.

It made Chang Xia and Shen Rong feel very subtle.

In terms of strength, they are really not weak. It's just that this kind of rebellious thing is so cool that they can't help but want to try...