Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"Nanfeng, look around, cut some wormwood and come back to smoke the stone beast nest." Chang Xia lay on Shen Rong's back, before landing.

Smelling the musty smell coming from the stone animal nest, Chang Xia turned to look at Nan Feng next to her, and asked her to go and cut some wormwood-smoked animal nests nearby. The wormwood in this season is old, and the wormwood is slightly bitter, but it can be eaten.

It's a pity that the wormwood was tender the other day.

Chang Xia is busy building kilns, harvesting red maple sap and so on.

Missed the best time to eat wormwood. However, it can be eaten now, but the taste is not as delicious as it was more than a month ago.

The most suitable time for wormwood is around Qingming.

After that, the wormwood has a bitter taste.

Nanfeng said: "Okay, leave it to me."

Wormwood, like thatch, can be found everywhere.

Nanfeng didn't go too far, and came back after cutting a lot of wormwood.

At this moment, Gore finished spreading the animal repellent powder. Seeing that Nanfeng came in with a large amount of wormwood, he understood her thoughts, took the wormwood and walked to the stone stove in the middle of the stone animal nest. Fresh wormwood is not easy to ignite, it can only be burned.

The original firewood of the stone animal nest was lit with flint.

Use mugwort as firewood, put it in and burn it together.

Burning, Gore Nanfeng hurriedly exited the stone beast den. The wormwood smoke is big, as expected, with the moment the wormwood is lit, the stone animal nest is wrapped in thick smoke.

The choking smell of wormwood followed closely.

"No matter how many times I smell this smell, I always feel choking." Nan Feng complained.

Chang Xia twitched his nose and said hesitantly, "Does it smell bad? I think it's alright. If you find it unpleasant, when you return to the tribe, you can cut some wormwood and come to my cave, and I'll make it into sticks or coils for you. Mosquito coils..."

In the warm season, the temperature rises.

It also means an increase in mosquitoes.

Before, Chang Xia hadn't thought of moxa sticks and wormwood mosquito coils.

At this moment, looking at the thick smoke billowing from the stone animal nest, Chang Xia remembered that wormwood could be made into wormwood sticks and wormwood mosquito coils. Repel mosquitoes and kill insects, and also avoid the trouble of burning wormwood every few days.

Beast repellent powder is simple, but it cannot be poured into the tribe.

In the past, warm season tribes would often burn wormwood, and at that time the whole tribe would be filled with the smell of wormwood. Orcs have a keen sense of smell, which makes the warm season the most difficult for people who don't like the smell of wormwood.

"Okay, okay." Nanfeng nodded hurriedly.

On the side, the patriarch root covered his mouth and nose, and asked: "Changxia, are the smell of moxa sticks and wormwood mosquito coils lighter than burning wormwood?"

The roots also do not smell wormwood.

However, there are so many mosquitoes in the warm season that the tribe must burn the wormwood.

Whenever this time, the root can't wait to stay outside and not return to the tribe. However, the forest outside is also full of mosquitoes and poisonous snakes, and the taste is really uncomfortable.

"Moxa sticks and wormwood mosquito coils are both made of wormwood, which is much lighter in taste and can also repel mosquitoes." Chang Xia explained, and then said: "I don't think the smell of burning wormwood is unpleasant, and I like it very much. You don't like the taste of wormwood, so you didn't tell me. Otherwise, I would rub some moxa sticks for you!"

It is more troublesome to make wormwood mosquito coils, and moxa sticks want to be simple.

Chang Xia didn't lie.

She likes the smell of burning wormwood, it smells very comfortable.

"Where does wormwood smell so good?" Nan Feng said bitterly with a sad face.

The patriarch Gen rarely refuted Nanfeng, and agreed: "Cough! I'm not used to the smell. It's too high, and it makes people dizzy."

The neighbors laughed loudly.

In the tribe, Root and Nanfeng are the two who hate burning wormwood the most.

Others dislike it and will not avoid it. Their father and daughter will flee the tribe and hide far away whenever the tribe burns wormwood in the warm season.

The wormwood in the stone beast den was burnt out, and Gray entered the house and began to clean up.

Gen and Nanfeng stood in the leeward, hiding their mouths and noses, not approaching. Nanfeng hates burning wormwood, and just now Chang Xia asked her to cut wormwood, but Nanfeng did not refuse, which made Chang Xia a little annoyed.

Shen Rong said warmly, "Nanfeng didn't refuse, which means she is willing."

"I really didn't know she didn't like the smell of wormwood!" Chang Xia blamed herself.

"Changxia, it has nothing to do with you. I just don't like the smell of wormwood, nothing else. Every year the tribe cuts wormwood, and I lead the team..." Nanfeng explained that the tribe knew that she hated her as much as her grandfather. Wormwood, but had to let her lead the team to cut wormwood.

The clan's bad taste is really helpless!

The elder Jami bluntly said that he fights poison with poison. If he has many contacts, he may like it.

Nanfeng wanted to refute, but there were several mountains above her head, and she was weak and weak, so she could only be silent. Over time, I will no longer retire when I smell the smell of wormwood.

At most, stand far away when burning wormwood.

puff-

Hearing this, Chang Xia couldn't help laughing.

Unable to hold back, he burst out laughing.

This really seems to be something the elders of the tribe can do.

think about.

Chang Xia cast his eyes on the patriarch root.

Nanfeng hates the smell of wormwood, and is pressed by the tribe to harvest wormwood every year. Isn't that the root of the patriarch, even more miserable!

Unfortunately, the occasion is not right.

Otherwise, Chang Xia really wanted to ask how Gen was tossed by the clansmen.

After a while, the stone animal nest was tidy up.

The insects, ants, and poisonous snakes that were hiding in the beast den were cleaned up one by one.

The temperature in Weishan is low, and the temperature begins to drop before the sun sets. A bonfire was raised in the stone animal nest~www.wuxiamtl.com~Chang Xia took out a light stone and set it on the wall, and the animal nest suddenly became bright.

This time, I came to Xiaohechuan Prairie to try it out.

From the very beginning, Chang Xia decided to stay here for a few days.

Naturally, a light stone is brought to facilitate night lighting.

"Shen Rong, do you want to go fishing in Weihe River?" Pukang asked.

At this moment, it is not dark yet.

The stone animal den is not far from the Weihe River, and it is safe to come and go.

Shen Rong nodded and said, "Go."

Chang Xia wanted to go but did not speak sensible, Weishan can not be too casual. She still took the snake cubs to stay in the stone animal nest, and it was safer to help prepare dinner.

Xiang Shankun also went with him.

After all, there are two cubs in his family. Rare tribes come to Weishan, how can they enter Baoshan empty? Rather than go fishing in Weishan Mountain in the Mochizuki Mountains, Weishan is obviously closer!

So, the troops split into two.

A group of people followed the elder Pukang to go fishing in the Weihe River.

The other team stayed in the stone animal den, and while preparing dinner, they carefully explored the vicinity of the stone animal den and cleaned up some dangers in advance.

Although Nan Feng also wanted to go fishing with Wei River.

However, in the end, she chose to stay in the stone animal den to help Chang Xia prepare dinner.

Likewise, the patriarch Gen and Yun Dong Ge Lei both stayed.

The dinner was the black-horned ox hunted by the elder Pukang. The patriarch kept his roots in the stone beast den, and Yundong Ge Lei brought two people around the stone den as the center and started activities around. By the way, see if you can get some prey, or pick some wild vegetables or something.

There are too many people, and one black horned cow is not enough to eat.

Also, we can't put our hope in Weihe, which is getting westward, and Weishan is darker than the outside. It was obviously not dark yet, and a layer of mist began to linger over Weishan.

At the same time, a faint odor came along with the mist.

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