Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

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What Chang Xia found were medicinal materials.

Nanfeng froze instantly, stopped paying attention to Chang Xia, and quietly mowed thatch.

Nuan Chun let out an exclamation or two from time to time. Apparently, she picked up quite a few eggs.

No one enters or exits the wasteland all year round, and it is close to the reeds. There is no shortage of pheasants and hares, and bird eggs can be seen everywhere. However, there are more bad ones.

Shaoqing.

The south wind cleared an open space the size of a football field.

Nuan Chun caught seven hares, three pheasants, and harvested countless eggs.

It can be said to be full of harvest!

Chang Xia wandered around half of the wasteland, dug up a basket full of herbs, miscellaneous, dug one or two plants of each herb, and the harvest was very good.

"This wasteland will be reclaimed in the future, and it will be most convenient to grow vegetables," Chang Xia said.

The soil is dark, fertile and sandy.

One look and you know it's good land.

No matter what you plant, you will have a good harvest.

"Nanfeng, don't cut it. For the rest, we'll dig a ditch to separate it from the forest and burn it directly."

Let Nanfeng cut the thatch in order to take the thatch back to the cave dwelling. In addition to burning plant ash, it can also be thrown into the fence by the lakeside of Baihu Lake and used to make nests for chickens and ducks.

Otherwise, it is simpler to burn directly.

It is much easier to dig up the burned wasteland.

"Burn?" Nanfeng was slightly startled, and nervously asked, "Will it burn the forest?"

The orcs live in the forest, they have seen the sky fire, and they are extremely afraid of it.

On the side, Nuan Chun also began to persuade.

"Chang Xia, let's mow slowly, and we will be able to clear out the wasteland very quickly. It doesn't have to be burned."

Seeing the excited expressions of the two, Chang Xia quickly explained.

"We dig ditches first, and the ditches separate the forest and the wasteland. This way, we can't burn the other side of the forest. Besides, it's the rainy season, so we don't necessarily have to burn the forest if we want to."

"Chang Xia, are you sure you can't burn the forest?"

"I'm sure and sure."

With Chang Xia's repeated assurances, Nanfeng Nuanchun looked at each other and began to dig ditches with Chang Xia.

However, they did not intend to finish digging the wasteland in the afternoon.

So, I chose two-thirds of the wasteland and started digging ditches.

After a lot of work, three ditches were dug to separate the forest from the reeds.

The flint was brought by Chang Xia.

The flints in the Dusk Forest all come from the Wizard Hall of the Holy Mountain of Karna.

There is a flint mountain in the sacred mountain of Karna. The flints used by the orcs all come from the wizard hall of the holy mountain of Kanna, and the witches give them to the orc tribes, and the orc tribes distribute them to the tribesmen.

"Get out of the way, I'll start lighting the fire." Chang Xia ordered.

Nanfeng Nuanchun held a branch in each hand, ready to extinguish the burning flame at any time.

"Don't be nervous, I said that it will definitely not go to the mountains and forests."

The rain stopped in the morning and half a day passed.

There is still water on the ground of the wasteland, and the blades of thatch grass have dried up.

Chang Xia had no trouble lighting it up, setting the whole wasteland ablaze with a handful of thatch.

Soon, the fire spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the entire wasteland was on fire. Curls of gunpowder smoke rise from the sky above the wasteland.

This time.

Immediately, it attracted the attention of the tribe.

Elder Pukang was the first to notice the rising smoke from the White Lake side, and immediately let out a beast roar to warn.

Soon, Elder Pukang brought dozens of totem warriors from the tribe and headed straight for White Lake.

Elder Pukang's beast roar was not suppressed, and it spread over the entire Heluo tribe.

Even Shen Rong and the others who were busy in the courtyard were alarmed.

Shen Rong took the lead in removing the animalization of his hands, and looked towards the tribe. Soon, he saw Elder Pukang coming towards the White Lake with dozens of totem warriors, and he was shocked.

"Yadong Kongshan, keep up."

Shen Rong gave a low snort, and rushed to join Elder Pukang.

"Elder Pukang—"

"Let's not talk, let's go."

Elder Pukang stopped Shen Rong from asking, and led the people straight to the wasteland north of Baihu Lake.

As he walked, Shen Rong's face changed slightly.

Aside, Yadong Kongshan seemed to have remembered something.

This direction is obviously the wasteland north of Baihu Lake.

If their memory is correct, this is where Chang Xia said he was going when he left the cave in the afternoon.

"Smoke, is the forest on fire?"

"In the rainy season, how can the forest catch fire? Besides, there has been no thunder for the past two days, how can the fire start?"

In the team, the totem warriors talked a lot. They have all experienced forest fires, and no one wants to experience that kind of experience a second time. For them, fire is more terrifying and threatening than flood disaster.

"Be vigilant, be ready to turn into a beast to put out the fire at any time." Elder Pukang said seriously.

In this case, even his trademark grinning sound did not sound. It can be seen that the elder Pukang is more nervous about the fire than any of them.

It's too close to the Horde here, once it catches fire.

It is likely to affect the tribe, and his negligence cannot be tolerated.

"Long summer—"

Waiting for Elder Pukang and his party to rush to the wasteland.

I saw that Changxia was lighting fires everywhere, and Nanfeng Nuanchun was vigilant.

Suddenly, everyone looked at each other and didn't know what to say.

Cursing, seems wrong.

However, if I don't scold others, I feel suffocated.

"Elder Pukang, why are you here?" Nan Feng looked at the group of people in astonishment, dumbfounded.

Nuan Chun wanted to understand something, looked at the curling smoke rising from the sky, and immediately pretended to be a quail. Nine times out of ten, the smoke here made the tribe think it was a forest fire.

hee hee hee -

Elder Pukang opened his mouth and laughed.

Hearing the familiar laughter, Chang Xia put down the thatched torch and turned to look over.

Looking at the crowd standing in the wasteland, she was slightly startled, and hesitated, "Elder Pukang, what happened, why are you all here?"

Shen Rong raised his forehead and stood in the crowd looking at his partner who suddenly became stupid and cute.

After making such a big fuss and getting an oolong, luckily it was Chang Xia.

If it were someone else in the tribe, Elder Pukang might not laugh at the first sight, but wave his iron fist of love to teach others. If so, after the Elder Pukang laughed, he approached Nanfeng and slapped the iron fist of love twice, and Nanfeng quickly bulged out two bags on his forehead.

Nuan Chun squatted down quickly, begging for mercy.

Elder Pukang glanced at Nuan Chun, took a few breaths, and withdrew his hands.

"Little Changxia, what are you doing here?" Pu Kang asked.

"Nanfeng wants to eat sugar, I found that this wasteland is full of thatch, I brought her here to dig thatch roots to make sugar." Chang Xia's dull IQ recovered at this time. Looking at the smoke floating above their heads, they understood that the tribe must have noticed a large cloud of smoke suddenly appearing here, thinking that there was a fire.

Thinking about it, Chang Xia was full of embarrassment.

"Elder Pukang, I'm sorry!"

Because she made such a big oolong, which shocked the whole tribe.

Thinking about it, Elder Pukang and the others should be the second batch, and more clansmen will rush over later.

"Jiangtang, you said thatch root can make sugar?" Pukang was concerned, he confirmed that it wasn't a forest fire, so he didn't pursue anything further. The only poor one is Nanfeng who has received two iron fists of love.

this moment.

Nanfeng felt wronged and clutched the bag on his head.

Looking at Chang Xia wanting to cry without tears, why did the three of them do bad things.

She was the only one who was punished.

It's not fair!

"Yes, the taste is not as good as maple syrup and maple syrup." Chang Xia nodded.

It was said that not to mention Elder Pukang, even the totem warriors who came were attracted by Chang Xia's words. Apart from cave dwellings, what tribal people talk about most recently is maple syrup and maple sugar.

Now, Chang Xia said that the thatch roots that can be seen everywhere on the roadside can be used to make sugar.

Everyone fell into ecstasy.

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