Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

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

"Snake Patriarch, what do you think about the construction of Twin Valley?"

Chang Xia flipped through Qing He's sketches of Twin Valleys, and at the same time conceived how to plan the Twin Valleys, so as to build houses as much as possible without damaging the environment of Twin Valleys.

"Can the inner and outer valleys be connected?"

"Yes. Build a wall at this location and open the door."

"My family wants to build a house along the river, will it affect it?"

After a question and an answer, Qing He helped organize the drawing. Chang Xia held the pen and sketched quickly, while the snake orcs next to him interrupted from time to time.

The communication went smoothly, the snake tribe is different from the lion tribe.

There is no snake tribe in the Snake Mountain tribe who can cook three-pepper soup, and there is no three-pepper soup that is pungent.

Naturally, the snake clan does not need to build houses like the lion clan. Every stone house is built far away, and it only needs to maintain a certain amount of private space.

Here it comes.

It is similar to the Heluo tribe building kilns.

"Drainage must be considered in advance when building a house. The foundation must be higher near the river, and a cellar must be dug to store the stone house..."

For Chang Xia, these are commonplace.

But.

For the snake clan, it is new.

The Snake Patriarch memorized it seriously, afraid of forgetting, he even wrote it down with pen and paper.

"Chang Xia, the head of the Snake Snake clan."

After a while, Shen Rong interrupted the discussion.

"Eat first, we'll talk after eating." Shen Rong said.

Chang Xia put down the pen and paper, said everything that should be said, and adjusted the rest after the construction started. The orcs have strong hands-on ability, and it is better to do it directly than to talk about it.

"Chang Xia is hungry!" Snake blamed herself.

Hurry to stop talking and let Chang Xia go over to have breakfast. Qingli's face is shining with excitement, no wonder the lion clan has been moving frequently recently.

If she knew that building a house has so many benefits, why should she listen to her tribe's bullshit.

"Is this powder?"

When he came to the table, the Snake patriarch looked at the wide face in front of him, blinked, showing a confused expression. She has eaten the noodles of the Heluo tribe, and the noodles seem to be different from this one.

"Chief Snake, this is noodles. You can taste the wide noodles rolled out with a rolling pin to see if you like them? By the way, there are different toppings here. You can add whatever toppings you like to the bowl..."

Nanfeng explained, quickly took out the cooked wide noodles and poured them into a bowl.

It was also the first time she saw this side.

No need to ask, nine out of ten it was created by Chang Xia.

Looking at the excited expressions of Maple Leaf and other orcs, Nanfeng knew it must be delicious without guessing.

"This mud bean is so crispy and fragrant, how do you make it?"

Soon, there were orcs eating refried beans. Suddenly, there was an exclamation.

Elder Pukang stretched his neck, stared at the deep-fried beans in the wooden basin, and asked, "Nanfeng, give me another spoonful."

"Elder Pukang, come over after you finish eating." Nanfeng said seriously.

He fried a pot of mud beans and was watched by the elder Pukang. Nanfeng immediately felt that the problem was serious. In terms of food, there is no orc in the Dusk Forest who dares to compete with Elder Pukang.

as expected.

All the orcs saw Elder Pukang staring at fried beans.

They gathered in front of Nanfeng one after another, holding bowls, and asked Nanfeng to help fill the noodles and scoop the toppings. You don't have to worry about other toppings, but you must have a spoonful of fried beans.

"Don't worry, the Snake Mountain Tribe doesn't have many other things, except that there are a lot of mud beans. If you want to eat fried mud beans, fry them in a pot later." Nanfeng said.

However, everyone still did not retreat.

Chang Xia raised his forehead and said, "Elder Pukang, don't make trouble. You want to eat fried beans, I have time to fry a few more pots for you."

This said.

Elder Pukang smiled happily and stopped staring at Nanfeng.

Elder Pukang retreated, and the other orcs breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Fried beans are more fragrant than frosted beans, and they are more suitable for wine. Unfortunately, there is no wine in Dusk Forest." Shen Rong sighed while eating fried beans.

Anything that falls into Chang Xia's hands will always give off a different brilliance.

"Wine, the fish family has it, it's too expensive."

"Niaozu, it seems that they also have wine."

All of a sudden, the orcs were extremely aggrieved.

Pisces have,

Birds have.

But the orcs don't have it, how aggrieved!

"Sweet potatoes can make wine—" Chang Xia said suddenly.

Boom!

All the orcs stared straight at Chang Xia in high spirits, their wide eyes looked like copper bells, quite scary.

"Chang Xia, you said that sweet potatoes can make wine. Is this sweet potato the one I know?" Snake grabbed Chang Xia's arm excitedly, there is no shortage of sweet potatoes in the Moon Mountain Range. In addition to building roads, the Snake Clan has been busy harvesting beans, yams and other grains recently.

Among them, sweet potatoes are naturally included.

"Snake patriarch calm down!" Shen Rong slapped the hand of Snake patriarch holding Chang Xia's arm, and said indifferently: "You scared Chang Xia."

"Sorry!" Snake hurriedly apologized.

When she heard that sweet potatoes could make wine, her mind went blank.

The orcs have drank wine, but they don't know how to make wine.

To exchange wine with the fish clan/bird clan, every time you change a little bit, you need a hundred beast skins. To be honest, even the orcs who are good at hunting can't afford such expensive wine.

Before.

Chang Xia once said that she can make wine.

Back then, she was talking about making wine from wild fruits.

The tribes are actively building roads, hoping that the road will be cleared and the materials needed for Changxia can be collected faster. These tribes did not say it clearly, and in private, each tribe had a small calculation.

"Sweet potatoes, golden sticks and corn can all be used to make wine." Chang Xia affirmed.

The orcs did not get rid of poverty, and Chang Xia was reluctant to use grain to make wine. But if the tribes could stockpile enough to get through the cold season, there would be a surplus.

Chang Xia doesn't mind using this part of the grain to make wine.

When people are satisfied with material civilization, they will yearn for spiritual civilization.

Wine, in addition to drinking.

And medicinal.

Under the premise that the conditions are suitable, Chang Xia wants to try wine making.

"Okay, okay." Snake said repeatedly.

She did not promise to use sweet potatoes to make wine in Changxia. After all, the houses of the Snake Mountain tribe have not been built, and the food for the cold season has not been collected.

This is not a good time to start brewing wine.

The Snake Patriarch can secure the position of the Snake Mountain Tribal Patriarch, so he is not an idiot.

On the side, the other orcs didn't understand.

They thought that Patriarch Snake and Chang Xia would talk about wine making next.

Who would have thought that what the two of them talked about just now didn't happen.

"Eat quickly, after breakfast, start building the house directly." Snake said. He spoke first, breaking the silence.

The orcs looked at each other in blank dismay.

wine.

They were looking forward to the wine.

Is it just gone?

"Chief Snake, is there sweet potato wine?" Shelin whispered.

The Snake patriarch grinned, showing a terrifying smile, and said coldly: "What kind of wine, why haven't I heard of it?"

"..."

In an instant, all the orcs were dumbfounded.

Snake patriarch, is this the three-pepper soup?

Okay, why did it explode all of a sudden? The corner of Shelin's mouth twitched, she hurriedly shook her head, and said, "Oh! I got it wrong."

Chang Xia bared a smile.

However, she did not open her mouth to explain.

Making wine from sweet potatoes is not a trivial matter. Judging by the attitude of the Snake Patriarch, he will probably report this matter to the Kanna Holy Mountain Wizard Hall, waiting for Su Ye to make up his mind.