Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"In the last days, travel to ancient tribes to farm and build infrastructure ()"

But see.

In front of the rock face, a springbok is tethered under the shade of a tree.

It was four or five points similar to the deer Chang Xia knew. With a pair of huge horns, one could tell it was a male springbok.

The hind leg was injured, exposing the white leg bone.

"I picked up this springbok." Hemer said proudly.

Upon hearing this, Milu exclaimed, "Hemo, are you sure you picked up this springbok? Why didn't I realize that you had such luck before..."

"I really picked up this springbok during my patrol, and I also lit the signal flare." Hemer said, "Those bastards used this as an excuse to let me stay in the camp and not let me go hunting."

Puff!

Hearing this, all the orcs laughed.

"Chang Xia, you rest, let's go over and try." Feng Ye said excitedly.

Gearing up, wanting to do a big job. At the same time, he silently praised Bai Qing, because he was thoughtful and planned the route in advance, allowing them to spend more time in the forest to hunt.

Ordinarily, without authorization.

It is impossible for them to enter the territory of other tribes to hunt anytime and anywhere.

This time I went out to survey the route, which really helped me a lot.

"I want to go too." Chang Xia said.

Shen Rong held Chang Xia down, and said calmly: "You rest, it's not too late to participate in the hunting tomorrow. I think tomorrow will be more lively. Besides, don't you want to take a bath?"

"Okay!" Chang Xia nodded, not insisting on following.

Soon, only Changxia Shen Rong and Hemo were left in the camp.

The rest of the orcs all ran away without a trace.

"I thought the two elders wouldn't follow—" Chang Xia said with a headache. Not to mention the two elders, Pukang Senda, even Qing He followed them, pretending to learn more, and drew the springbok by the way.

"Shen Rong, can you take a look at the camp?" Hemo asked.

Shen Rong looked up at Hemo, and said gently, "No."

At first, seeing Shen Rong's gentle smile, Hemo thought he would nod. Unexpectedly, Shen Rong made a backstab with a backhand, and directly said the word no.

Hemer turned his back and silently drew circles.

very quickly.

Shen Rong took Hemo to tidy up the messy rattan baskets.

Then light a fire to boil water and bathe Chang Xia.

"Shen Rong, don't you want to hunt springbok?" Hemo urged, Shen Rong didn't want to, he wanted to! Damn it, if it wasn't for him not being able to beat those alliances, Hemer really wanted to crush those disrespectful ones.

"Give way—" Shen Rong patted Hemo and asked him to move away, he was going to get Chang Xia's medicine. This decoction was prepared by Elder Yagoma. It can be used for bathing, relieving fatigue, promoting blood circulation and dredging collaterals.

The orcs are strong and strong, and this soup is mainly used to soak the feet of the tribal elders.

However, Chang Xia is weaker.

Good for taking a bath.

Even though it has been improved, it is because of the restricted innate race.

If Chang Xia purifies the blood again, the weak race will still be unable to break through the ceiling and become as strong as the strong race.

see.

Hemo knew that it was impossible for him to instigate Shen Rong.

What's more, even if Shen Rong agreed, Hemo couldn't really leave Shen Rong and Chang Xia in the camp. That would look disrespectful to the LionClan, unless Hemer was being silly.

"Hemo, if you really want to hunt springbok, go there! Shen Rong and I will help guard the camp." Chang Xia smiled.

Guarding the camp, it's not a big deal.

This place is not far from the land of the Tianshi tribe, and the lion tribe must clean up the nearby ferocious beasts every now and then, and there will be no serious danger.

"No, no need." Hemo shook his head hurriedly, and said, "I'm just joking with Shen Rong, just kidding." If he really dared to leave Chang Xia and Shen Rong to hunt the springbok, Jie and Milu could beat him to death , Back to the tribe, the tribe can't spare him.

This thought.

Hemer suddenly felt that hunting the springbok didn't seem to be so delicious anymore.

If you can't go hunting today, isn't there still tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?

In an instant, Hemo felt that the dark clouds hovering over his head dissipated, and he was even in a good mood. Take off the water bag on your waist,

Enthusiastically said: "Chang Xia, do you want to try the Lion Clan's three-pepper soup? This is my exclusive secret three-pepper soup. It is definitely more authentic and delicious than the tribe's three-pepper soup."

In a good mood, Hemo talked more.

He took off his water bag and planned to invite Chang Xia Shen Rong to drink the three-pepper soup together.

"No no no." Chang Xia shook his head and said quickly.

Shen Rong supported Chang Xia who was almost falling to the ground, looked at Hemo silently, and refused: "Hemo thank you for your invitation, we are not used to Sanjiao soup."

The three-pepper soup of the Tianshi tribe is enough to cheat!

Hemer's exclusive and secret three-pepper soup is probably even scarier.

as expected.

Just as Hemer uncorked the water bag, a spicy and pungent smell came to his nostrils.

cough cough!

Smelling it, Chang Xia couldn't help sneezing and coughing.

What kind of three-pepper soup is this, it is clearly poisonous!

"Have you smelled it? Is it a scent? If it wasn't for Chang Xia, I would be reluctant to take it out." Hemo regretted. Those boys in the tribe often stole his three-pepper soup. Except for him, no one in the tribe could make this unique three-pepper soup.

Shen Rong Changxia silently looked at the proud Hemo.

The greeting words held in his throat, he swallowed hard.

Except for the lion clan, other clans really have no blessing to enjoy this ghost thing.

Chang Xia covered his mouth and nose, watching Hemo take out the wooden bowl, poured half a bowl of the terrible three-pepper soup, and sipped it, his expression was full of satisfaction and enjoyment.

She couldn't help showing admiration.

Being able to drink such a terrible poisonous bullet without changing their faces, Hemo and the Lion Clan really deserved their reputation, what a mess!

"Spicy, Hemo, did you add other things to the three-pepper soup besides chili?" Chang Xia carefully discerned, smelling a spicy smell that is not inferior to that of chili, and immediately became curious.

Hemo gave Chang Xia a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Chang Xia, how did you guess that?"

The tribe has cooked three-pepper soup with countless kinds of peppers, but has never made a three-pepper soup with the same taste as Hemer.

But don't want to.

Chang Xiaguang guessed the secret of his exclusive secret three-pepper soup just by smelling it casually.

This is really incredible!

"I smell it." Chang Xia pointed to his nose and said with a smile.

"Chang Xia, you are amazing. My family tried many methods, but they couldn't find out the reason. In the end, I took the initiative to tell the elders of the tribe, so they knew the reason." Hemo said.

He told the tribe how to make the exclusive secret three-pepper soup.

The tribe did not announce it, and continued to choose to exchange three pepper soup with him.

The three-pepper soup made by Hemo is too strong, not every member of the lion clan can bear it. So the tribe asked those who wanted to drink to find Hemer to exchange.

"Zhuyu, I smell a bit like dogwood." Chang Xia said uncertainly.

The two places are not the same time and space, many things are similar but different. Chang Xia smelled the pungent smell just now, and there was a faint pungent smell of cornel. However, Chang Xia is not sure, the smell must be cornel.

"Dogwood?" Hemer said in confusion, "I don't know what that thing is called, but it's kind of spicy, which is different from the hotness of chili peppers."