Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

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What Chang Xia found was medicinal herbs.

Nanfeng wilted in an instant, no longer paying attention to Chang Xia, and mowing thatch quietly.

Nuan Chun would exclaim once or twice from time to time. Obviously, she picked up a lot of eggs.

The wasteland is untouched all year round, near the reeds. There is no shortage of pheasants and hares, and bird eggs can be seen everywhere. However, there are more bad ones.

a while.

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

Warm spring caught seven hares, three pheasants, and harvested countless eggs.

It can be said that the harvest is full!

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

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

Dark soil, fertile and sandy.

At a glance, it is a good land.

No matter what you plant, you can get a good harvest.

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

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

Otherwise, it is simpler to burn directly.

Burnt wasteland is much easier to dig.

"Burn?" Nan Feng was slightly startled and said nervously, "If you set fire to it, will it burn the forest?"

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

Aside, Nuan Chun also persuaded.

"Changxia, we cut slowly, and we can quickly clear the wasteland without burning it."

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

"Let's dig a trench first, and the earth trench separates the mountain forest and the wasteland. This way, the mountain forest cannot be burned. Besides, it is the rainy season. If we want to burn the mountain forest, we may not necessarily burn it."

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

"I'm sure and sure."

With Changxia's repeated assurances, Nanfeng Nuanchun looked at each other and began to dig trenches with Changxia.

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

So, choose two-thirds of the wasteland to start digging trenches.

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

The flint was brought by Chang Xia.

The flints in the Twilight Forest come from the Sorcerer's Hall of the Holy Mountain of Karna.

There is a flint mountain in the holy mountain of Khanna. The flint used by the orcs comes from the Sorcerer's Hall of the Holy Mountain of Karna, and is given to the orc tribes by the witches, and the orc tribes distribute them to the tribesmen.

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

Nanfeng Nuanchun holds a branch in each hand, ready to put out the ignited flames at any time.

"Don't be nervous, I said it will not burn to the forest."

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

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

Chang Xia had no trouble igniting it, and ignited the entire wasteland with a handful of thatch.

Soon, the fire spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the entire wasteland was on fire. The smoke of gunpowder rose from the wasteland.

This time.

Immediately, it attracted the attention of the tribe.

The elder Pukang was the first to notice the rising smoke from the White Lake, and issued a beast roar as a warning.

Soon, the elder Pukang brought dozens of totem warriors from the tribe and went straight to White Lake.

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

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

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

"Yadong Kongshan, keep up."

Shen Rong gave a low voice and rushed to meet the elder Pukang.

"Elder Pucon-"

"Don't talk, let's go."

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

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

Aside, Yadong Kongshan also seemed to remember something.

This direction is obviously the wasteland north of White Lake. If their memory is correct, the place where Chang Xia left the cave in the afternoon and said he was going, seems to be here.

"Smoke, is the forest on fire?"

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

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, fires are more terrifying and threatening than floods.

"Be vigilant, be ready to put out the beast at any time." Elder Pukang said solemnly.

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

It's too close to the tribe, if it catches fire.

It is very likely that it will affect the tribe, and his negligence cannot be tolerated.

"Changxia—"

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

Seeing fires all over Changxia, Nanfeng Nuanchun was vigilant.

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

Curse, it seems wrong.

However, not scolding people, but also felt panic in my heart.

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

Nuan Chun wanted to understand something, looked at the rising smoke in the sky, and immediately loaded quail. Nine times out of ten, the smoke here makes the tribe think it's a forest fire.

hehe-

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 hesitantly said: "Elder Pukang, what happened, why are you all here?"

Shen Rong supported his forehead, stood in the crowd and looked at his partner who suddenly became stupid.

After such a big trouble, it is fortunate that it is Changxia~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If it were someone else in the tribe, the elder Pukang would probably not laugh at first, but wave the iron fist of love to teach others . That's the case. After the elder Pukang laughed, he approached Nanfeng and slapped the iron fist of love twice. Nanfeng quickly bulged out two bags on his forehead.

Nuan Chun quickly squatted down and begged for mercy.

Elder Pukang glanced at Nuanchun, took a few breaths, and put his hand away.

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

"Nanfeng wanted to eat sugar, but I found that this wasteland was covered with thatch, so I brought her over to dig the thatch roots to make sugar." Chang Xia's dull IQ recovered at this time. Looking at the smoke wafting overhead, I understood that the tribe estimated that they found a large cloud of smoke suddenly coming out here, thinking that there was a fire.

Thinking about it, Chang Xia is full of embarrassment.

"Elder Pukang, I'm sorry!"

Because she made such a big oolong, it alarmed the whole tribe.

Thinking about it, the elders of Pukang should be the second batch, and more clansmen will come over later.

"Making sugar, you said that grass roots can make sugar?" Pukang was so heartened that he confirmed that it wasn't a fire in the forest, so he didn't pursue anything. The only poor person left was Nan Feng, who suffered two iron fists of love.

this time.

Nanfeng grieved and clutched the bag on his head.

Looking at Chang Xia with tears in her eyes, why did the three of them do bad things?

She was the only one to be punished.

It's not fair!

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

Hearing this, not to mention the elders of Pukang, even the totem warriors who came were attracted by Chang Xia's words. In addition to the cave dwellings, the most talked about by tribal people recently is maple syrup and maple syrup.

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

All fell into ecstasy.

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