Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"Woo--"

Hearing this, Yuanqing Yuanbai let out a long cry.

They are different from other Weishan apes, compared to Weishan's cold life. Yuanqingyuanbai yearned for the hustle and bustle of the world, but the old ape restrained them, and they did not dare to mention going to the Heluo tribe.

Of course, they are also afraid of being hunted by the orcs.

The Weishan apes are separated from the beasts, but they cannot transform like the beasts.

Without the protection of the Wu and Heluo tribes, it would be impossible for Weishan Ape to live a peaceful life for a hundred years.

"Go out and don't cause trouble. If you have trouble, go to the Heluo tribe." The old ape warned the ape Qingyuanbai that if he dares to cause trouble, he will go back to Weishan. From now on, he is not allowed to leave again, just follow him through the Weishan Waterfall.

heard the words.

Ape Qingyuan Bai Fei quickly nodded.

Afternoon, approaching dusk.

Chang Xia and the others had eaten and were ready to set off.

Ape Qingyuan Bai followed, and Shen Rong didn't need to carry the rattan basket, so the two of them made it round. Shen Rong carried Chang Xia on his back, and Bai Qing turned into a beast to follow. There were three people when they came, and five people when they returned.

woo woo——

After crossing the Weihe River, Yuanqing Yuanbai let out a high-pitched cheer, expressing his inner joy. Suddenly, a loud roar came from Weishan, which directly frightened Ape Qingbai and his face changed. The two quickly restrained their wild expressions, and huddled beside Shen Rong like quails.

Seeing this, Chang Xia couldn't help laughing.

The characters of these two bastards are really similar to Nanfeng Yadong.

"Woooo!" Yuan Qing pursed his mouth, urging Shen Rong to leave quickly, if he didn't leave, the old ape would catch up with Da Yuan.

Shen Rong flicked the wolf's tail, and looked back at Yuan Qing.

Without looking back, he ran towards the Heluo tribe. Chang Xia was lying in the small nest and rolling with laughter, she could imagine the days when the tribe would be flying around.

this time.

They did not stop in the small rivers and woods.

After saying hello to Hefeng, he ran towards the tribe.

Heluo tribe, xylophone player.

"Xylophone, when do you think Chang Xia will come back?" Gen lay on his kang bed, all he could think about was the sweet potato wine stored in the tribal warehouse. Chang Xia left the tribe for two days, and he lost all energy. god.

Xylophone rolled her eyes, and complained: "No matter how fast, I will not be able to return to the tribe until tomorrow. If the old ape asks her to help make some food, it may be possible the day after tomorrow."

"What about the sweet potato wine?" Gen sighed and sighed.

"Chang Xia said that the sweet potato pulp can be fermented for a few months, why are you so anxious? Besides, Chang Xia will not really go to Weishan for a few months, at most three to five days, what can we do, just wait!" Xylophone calmly said.

She also wanted to drink sweet potato wine, but why didn't she know how to distill it?

The distilled wine utensils have been turned over countless times by xylophones since they are ready. Like the xylophone, the clansmen have read it many times. It won't work, it just won't work.

"Hey! It's better to arrange for the clansmen to go to the Holy Land of Weishan to help dig the sunflower." Gen regretted it so much, he should have arranged the digging of the sunflower earlier.

Xylophone sneered, and asked: "Can you arrange for someone to go to Weishan Holy Land to dig light grass? Who in the tribe knows how to plant and transplant? Light grass and light tree saplings are not wild vegetables and weeds in the forest. How dare you dig them casually? Dare you, old man?" Can the ape agree?"

This curse.

Root woke up immediately.

If anyone can dig the light grass and light tree saplings, why is the Dusk Forest growing in Weishan Holy Land now? !

Nothing to say all night.

The next day, Gen got up and opened the door.

He had to go to the White Lake business district every day. Recently, some orcs had left White Lake Street one after another. The five major tribes are planning to leave at any time, but there is no sound from the Wizard Hall of the Kanna Holy Mountain, and they are all waiting for news.

The root patriarch had communicated with the five major tribe chiefs before.

The five tribes want to leave, but they can't leave now.

Oh wow——

As soon as Gen opened the door, there were people standing outside the door.

Immediately, the roots jumped in fright. After seeing the faces of the clansman standing outside the door, the corner of his mouth twitched, his face darkened, and he asked, "What are you doing outside my house so early in the morning?"

"Gen, when is sweet potato wine distilled?"

"I've smelled it, and the sweet potato pulp has already fermented."

"That's right! Chang Xia said that sweet potato wine can be distilled after fermentation.

"

Gen twisted his face and looked at the clansman speechlessly.

"Which one of you knows how to distill sweet potato wine?" Genmu frowned, scanning the expectant faces of the clansmen, his faint tone full of resentment. I just got slapped by the xylophone last night, and I was caught by the tribe early in the morning asking about distilled sweet potato wine.

"..."

In an instant, the clansmen were dumbfounded.

As soon as the sweet potato pulp changed its taste, all the orcs looked forward to it. Regardless of whether the five tribes left or not, they cheered one after another, thinking that they would be able to drink sweet potato wine soon, and they were extremely happy.

"Which one of you saw that Chang Xia returned to the tribe?"

"Whose turn is it to go hunting and gathering today?"

"Has the tribal sanitation been done? Is the inspection in the White Lake business district over?"

Gen sneered, questioning one sentence after another, directly hitting the clansman. Instantly frightened the tribe back four or five steps, and no orc dared to ask more questions.

In the room, xylophone covered her mouth and laughed.

Gen helped to deal with the tribe, she was very happy. She was the first to know that the sweet potato pulp was well fermented. However, Changxia did not return to the tribe, so what if the sweet potato pulp fermented well? Last night, I had a headache about how to deal with the clansmen.

Unexpectedly, the clansmen couldn't bear it anymore and ran over early in the morning.

Then--

He was directly stunned by the root.

So cool!

Today, it should be quiet for a long time. In the afternoon, when the clansmen realized it, they would probably run over to make trouble again.

"Why don't we go to Xiaohechuan for hunting and gathering today!"

Suddenly, someone suddenly said something.

very quickly.

"Okay! Get the tools quickly, let's go to Xiaohechuan."

"I am coming too."

"Wait for me, together."

Suddenly, the tribe seemed to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and quickly dispersed. They each ran towards their own homes, took their hunting and gathering tools, and headed straight for the small river in the direction of the wilderness south of Baihu Lake...

"Xylophone, you mean them?" Gen turned to look at his partner with a froze face.

Xylophone smiled, and said coldly: "What else can I do, most likely I want to meet Chang Xia. I don't believe that they dare to go to Weishan to find someone."

With that said, Gen's eyes lit up.

Seeing this, Xylophone glared at him.

"Gen, if you dare to go to Weishan, don't go to the kang in the future." Xylophone said.

Chang Xia's going to Weishan is a business matter, even if she is going for fun, the tribe shouldn't bother her. There is no wine in the Twilight Forest, and the orc race has been multiplying for so many years, so there is no reason to make Chang Xia unhappy.

Choked by the xylophone, the roots instantly wilted.

With his head down, Gen walked into Baihu Street. As soon as they stepped into Baihu Street, Patriarch Xifeng and a few others stood at the door and looked around. When they saw that the person was Gen, they immediately changed their faces.

"What did you come to Baihu Street early in the morning?" Gen's face changed slightly, and he said coldly, "What happened to Baihu business district?"

"No." Snake said quickly.

Xifeng said: "Gen, it's summer? I heard that the sweet potato pulp you brewed has been fermented. When will it be distilled?"

"..." Gen Fu's forehead, this early in the morning is endless.