[BL] After entering the bird tribe, I want to farm

Bai Wu delivered the food to Nanyao's residence, and took this opportunity to ask him which places were safe and which were dangerous in the entire bird orc territory.

Nanyao received the food sent by Bai Wu, but did not answer him immediately, "Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Bai Wu said, "I have seen all the nearby places, and I want to go further afield.

" For the sub-orcs, every place may be dangerous."

"The same is true for the orcs."

Nan Yao looked at him, his sharp eyes as if to peel off every inch of his skin and see clearly his insides. .

Bai Wu quietly looked up at him.

This was the first time the two looked at each other seriously.

Bai Wu saw vigilance and suspicion in Nan Yao's eyes.

Nanyao saw ambition in Bai Wu's eyes.

Nan Yao shook his head, his voice flat: "I won't tell you."

Bai Wu didn't expect to get the answer from him so easily, he wasn't depressed, just smiled, "Then I'll ask again next time. "

Bai Wu bid farewell to Nan Yao.

Nan Yao gave him a basket of dried mushrooms.

Even if the mushrooms are placed in the back basket, they can smell a special aroma. If they are cooked, the taste will definitely be the same.

It seems that there is still a lot of food in the territory of the bird orcs that I haven't discovered.

Bai Wu happily flew back to his nest with mushrooms on his back.

It seems that as long as he lives here long enough, he can always find the right ingredients to improve his life.

Bai Wu fell asleep soon after returning home. He was so tired during this time that he rarely stayed in bed in the morning. The sun was shining on the edge of the nest, and he hadn't gotten up yet.

The family did not call him, and let him sleep lightly.

Bai Wu turned over in the nest, planning to take a nap, but unexpectedly someone came outside and kept talking beside their nest.

Bai Wu couldn't hear what the man said when he was half asleep and half awake, he just felt very noisy.

He tossed and turned in the nest, and finally couldn't help it. He lifted the feather quilt and sat up suddenly, frowning on the edge of the nest and looking out.

Hearing the movement, Chuan turned around and beckoned to him, "Wake up? Get up and have breakfast."

Bai Wu grabbed his unkempt hair and suppressed his irritability, "Who came just now?"

"Woo, tell me to burn Tao's business."

Mu is Ya's grandfather, the patriarch Ya, who sometimes helps Ya to say something.

Bai Wu heard the news, his eyes lit up, and his voice became a little higher, "Is it our turn to burn pottery?"

"Yes, the kiln will be used by us for the past two months."

Compared with the heap burning method, Orcs and sub-orcs who are very good at firing all kinds of pottery have invented pottery kilns.

Their tribe has a pottery kiln, which is usually used by each tribe in turn. Only on the Beast God Festival every spring will the whole tribe gather to burn a batch of pottery to worship the Beast God.

Bai Wu wanted to burn pottery for a long time, and he specifically told his father.

Chuan then asked to use the pottery kiln in advance, but he did not expect that the tribe really passed.

Bai Wu couldn't care less about the sleepiness immediately, and scratched his messy hair, "Then do we have to hurry up and make pottery blanks?"

Making pottery is a very troublesome thing.

Based on the production methods commonly used in this world, they first have to look for clay, and then there are a series of steps such as sieving soil, mixing mud, making blanks, drying in the shade, and glazing.

During this period, they had to maintain pottery kilns and find a lot of firewood, which was not easy.

Generally speaking, making a pottery requires at least five years of use, otherwise it is not cost-effective.

Because of this situation, everyone likes to choose winter when they burn pottery.

In winter, we are more free, so everyone can make more pottery.

On the contrary, summer is a good time for gathering and hunting, and there is no time to make too many pottery.

This is also one of the reasons why Chuan wanted to advance the use time, and the tribe would agree so simply.

Chuan said: "The day after tomorrow it's not our tribe that worships priests, and your father doesn't have to go hunting together as a warrior of the tribe. We'll find soil to make pottery the day after tomorrow."

Bai Wu nodded, "Then I will finish the chores in these two days."

Bai Wu With three sheep and a vegetable garden, there are not many chores.

Taking advantage of the free time now, he built another sheep pen with a higher fence and moved the sheep out of the vegetable garden.

The vacated vegetable garden had been raising sheep for a period of time, and the soil became a lot more fertile. When I dug with a stone hoe, the soil underneath was turned up, black and fluffy.

Bai Wu picked a batch of humus from the mountain, poured it into the vegetable garden mixed with sheep manure, turned the ground again, and divided it into pieces of land. He also dug deep trenches between the pieces for drainage.

Kishi helped him plant with him.

Bai Wu digs a hole, puts beans on the bank, puts two in one hole, and then goes back and burys the soil after they are finished.

This process is no easier than going out to collect.

Kishi frowned as he looked at the dark soil in the vegetable garden, "Is this really possible?"

"It should be. It's a big waste of time and beans."

"Then will it be harvested next year?"

"It won't take next year, no. If there is an accident, it can germinate in three or four days. No, not necessarily, the seeds may have a dormant period, and they should germinate in ten days or eight days."

Kishi heard his mouth full of strange words, feeling that he couldn't understand anything. He looked at Cai Yuanzi, then looked at him again, turned and went down to the river to wash his hands.

After the beans were planted, there was no movement for two days, and Bai Wu watered every evening.

While he was watering, Chuan was roasting meat and vegetables by the fire.

They are going to cook pottery soon. They have to prepare meals in advance. When pottery is made, they will not have time to cook every day.

On the day of the official pottery making, the family wakes up early and carries food on their backs to make pottery.

Their pottery kiln is located in the lower reaches of the river, in a hill near a river beach, and the hill is basically hollowed out.

There are dense grass growing everywhere on the river beach, the edge is very sharp, it looks like Miscanthus.

That is the grass that can be cut in autumn to dry and cover the rain.

Bai Wu and the others didn't need grass, but they had to cut the grass and use the clay under the grass to make pottery.

The sparse vegetation next to it is the grass that was mowed when the pottery was made. The soil underneath has been washed away and the clay has been washed away, so they have to find a suitable place to collect the clay.

In the summer, the sun overhead was too great, Bai Wu and Anan mowed the grass for a while, and sweat dripped from their bodies.

The edges of these grasses are relatively sharp, and Bai Wu's skin is too soft. There are countless small openings on his body, and sweat flows onto these small openings, causing tingling and itching.

Bai Wu straightened his waist, put the cut grass aside, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, "First dig out the mud underneath to see how much clay there is."

An reached out and took out a handful of black river mud and put it in Rubbing it in the palm of his hand, "It's all on the top floor. If you're tired, sit next to you and take a rest, and I'll cut it."

"I can still hold on. Don't the tribes come here every year to fetch clay and make pottery? Why? There is still so much clay on the beach?"

"You don't understand that, right?" An pointed upwards proudly, "The mud was washed down by the upper reaches of the river, and when we run out, the river will bring new mud over. As long as the river is here, there is no need to worry about land use."

Bai Wu looked at the smug expression on his brother's face, and then realized that he wanted to be wrong.

An akimbo, "Don't look at the fact that it only takes a few months, a few months are enough to wash down the old soil. Besides, we don't only use river mud to make pottery."

Bai Wu wondered, "What kind of mud should we use? "

I still need mountain mud. I dug up the appropriate mountain mud to wash out the clay, and mixed it with the river mud and rubbed it evenly. The pottery made is strong and durable, and it is not easy to burn."

Bai Wu gave his brother a thumbs up . .

The brothers mowed grass and dredged mud, while the two fathers inspected and repaired the pottery kiln.

This pottery kiln has been used for more than 200 years, and each house must be re-inspected and repaired before it is used, so that the pottery kiln is strong and durable.

After the pottery kiln has been repaired and dried in the shade for a period of time, when it can be reused, the pottery blanks can also be dried in the shade, and the kiln can be opened directly.

Bai Wu had mowed the grass for a long time and dug the mud for a long time. When he returned to the nest at night, he had to carry the grass during the day and bring it back to feed the sheep.

When I came home at night, my whole body was about to fall apart, and my waist, back, hands and feet were in pain everywhere.

When he was sleeping, he couldn't even lie straight, so he had to sleep on his crotch to be a little more comfortable.

The next morning, the family ate breakfast hastily, and then went to pick mud, wash mud, and make billets.

Work is hard and boring.

In just a few days, the family's cheeks lost weight, and Bai Wu was even worse. Due to the sun exposure, his body was red and swollen, and his skin began to peel.

In fact, this is the day-to-day work of the orc demi-orcs.

Hunting and gathering is no easy task if you want to feed your family.

In order to protect his fragile skin, Bai Wu had no choice but to wear a jacket made of vines and leaves in the summer, and a hat made of leaves.

This kind of top can effectively block the sun, but it is heavy and hard, and it is very uncomfortable to wear. At the end of the day, Bai Wu's body was red and swollen in many places.

Taking off his clothes this day, Bai Wu saw that his body was red and swollen, and he lowered his head and sighed: "No way, I have to wear serious clothes."

"Isn't it good for animal skin clothes?"

"Wear leather clothes in the summer, I guess It 's too hot to die."

"That's the leaf clothes."

"It's not good either, it's stuffy and hard. I'll see if I can get some softer plant fibers to spin some threads and make clothes out."

If you want to get softness in the wild It is not difficult to obtain plant fiber, but it is difficult to obtain it in large quantities.

Fortunately, the family was familiar with the nearby jungle, so Mo and Chuan went to pick up two big baskets of soft, snow-white fibers for their son that night.

This kind of fiber is a bit like a cotton ball, which is wrapped with tiny seeds like sesame seeds. When a gust of wind blows, the light fibers can carry the seeds to fly far away.

Bai Wu had seen it when he collected it before.

It's just that it grows on a big tree more than ten meters above the ground, and it can't be eaten, so Bai Wu doesn't take it to heart.

Bai Wu needs a piece of clothing.

In addition to making pottery, he also spins thread.

His family felt sorry for him and came to help.

The sub-orcs usually use animal hair to spin some threads for use, and every household has a simple spindle.

Spinning the thread is not difficult. The fibers that have been removed from the seeds are loosened and pulled into long strips. When the spindle is rotated, the fibers will rotate in one direction under the pulling of the spindle, and finally wind up into a thread.

Bai Wu's family was divided into two groups, and they were able to spin three large groups of threads in the middle of the night.

It's just the step of weaving with thread that stumped everyone.

Bai Wu knows the principle of weaving, but he is a non-handicraft enthusiast. It is difficult for him to turn a ball of thread into a piece of cloth!