NOVEL NEXT Farming Story of the Primitive Tribe in the Beast World
Chapter 24 Beast World Bee Big Fist
Chapter 24 Beast World Bee Big Fist
With the tip of the tube tree brought back by Mukui, the storage tools at home are not so scarce.
There are everything from tubs as big as bath tubs to cups for drinking water.
The tool used for soaking water and oil before Mukui is a large wooden barrel made of a tube tree, which is slightly smaller than a bath barrel.
The barrel tree is hollow, and the tree powder does not fill it all up. If you gather the tree powder, it is easy to get a hollow barrel.
Mukui took a wooden barrel the size of an ordinary bucket, pierced the persimmon fruit, and squeezed the persimmon juice into the barrel.
Soon, this round sapphire-colored persimmon fruit shriveled up.
After squeezing several in a row, the barrel was soon filled with persimmon juice.
"Let's boil the juice first! It will be treated as a drink. I hope this persimmon juice won't become poisonous after being heated."
Thinking of this, Mu Kui felt a little distressed.
Things in the animal world are just a little troublesome, not to mention the abundance of species, but also the ever-changing nature. A slight change may change from non-toxic to poisonous.
"Why is there no Shennong here?"
Mukui let out a long sigh, feeling infinitely regretful.
"Shenlong? Are you talking about the Dragon Race?" Mu Zhao raised his head in surprise when he heard the words.
"I heard that they are also god-given races, but only the beast god is the only true god. The dragon clan should not dare to call themselves gods without dragons!"
Mu Kui raised her eyebrows and asked curiously: "So there are dragons? They are also god-given races. What do they look like? What are the god-given abilities?"
Mu Zhao explained casually: "I heard that they have wings like us and walk upright. I don't know about the others. As for the ability, it seems to be the wind!"
Mukui nodded knowingly. The one who walked upright and had wings seemed to be a western dragon.
"By the way, sister, you haven't said what Shenlong means?" Mu Zhao is still interested in what Mu Kui said about Shenlong.
"Uh! This..."
Mukui Heixian said speechlessly: "The Shennong I'm talking about is different from what you think. Nong is a farmer of agriculture, not a dragon of the dragon clan."
"What is agriculture? Which race? It sounds so similar. What is their relationship with the dragon race? Are they close relatives?" Mu Zhao asked.
Mukui: "..."
What can she say?
Hearing Mu Zhao's series of weird questions, Mu Kui froze on the spot, dumbfounded!
It took a while for Mu Kui to react.
The corner of her mouth twitched, and she explained: "Agriculture! It's probably an activity of planting persimmon seeds into the soil, taking good care of them, and then harvesting many, many persimmon fruits."
As for whether the persimmon fruit can germinate and grow into a persimmon tree if the core is buried in the soil, she doesn't know.
However, that's the only way to explain it for the time being.
It is impossible for her to tell Mu Zhao what 'karma' means, what is a proper noun, or a professional term.
The language of Mukui has long been divided up by the teachers. In this place where there is only collection and planting has not yet emerged, there is really no more appropriate explanation than this.
"Really? If we bury the core in the soil, can we really grow a persimmon tree and bear persimmon fruit?"
A pair of eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, shining light blue stars, like a vast starry sky, as if they were about to wipe away the soul of a person.
Terrible!Terrible!
Mu Kui clutched her little heart, stepped back quickly, and looked away, not daring to meet Mu Zhao's eyes.
Regardless of appearance, this pair of eyes that can only appear in the Two-dimensional world, this guy is enough to foul, okay?
With a knowing blow, it is impossible to refuse, let alone say any words to refute.
"This sister hasn't tried it, so I can't be sure. But many plants will germinate if they do this, and persimmons should also bury it in the soil."
Fortunately, the animal world has the words plant and animal, otherwise Mu Kui really doesn't know what to do.
"Great, we will plant a lot of persimmons in the future." Mu Zhao cheered.
As long as sister doesn't completely deny it, there is hope. He seems to have seen the persimmons all over the mountains and plains, and looks yearning.
"You bastard, that's all you have!" Mu Kui scolded with a smile, secretly clenched her hands.
In the future, Brother's ideal will definitely be set higher and higher.
The persimmon juice is poured into stone jars, and it bubbles quickly when placed on the fire.
As time goes by, persimmon juice slowly becomes viscous.
When the persimmon juice has lost half of its moisture and looks similar to syrup, Mukui pours it out and replaces it with unboiled persimmon juice.
In this way, after all the persimmon juice in the wooden barrel is boiled, Mu Kui will also cut the squeezed persimmon fruit and wait for it to be put into the pot.
The flesh of Mukui was cut into palm-sized pieces, and two pieces of wood were used as simple tongs, and the persimmon fruit slices were sandwiched between them and baked in a stone jar.
The fire was very high, and in order to save time, Mukui had no intention of removing the fire, so he had to turn over the persimmon slices frequently.
"It's better to get a stone pot, the stone pot is too small." Mu Kui sighed.
Seeing that a thin layer of crust-like crust had formed on the outside of the persimmon fruit slices, Mu Kui added the fruit slices and put them into a clean wooden basin.
"Stone pot? I can go out, and tomorrow I will find a bigger millstone and come back."
When Mu Zhao heard the words, he immediately responded.
"Wait until tomorrow to see how the wound looks, and then decide!"
Mu Kui frowned, she didn't quite agree with Mu Zhao going out in the rain.
In that way, the wound is swollen by rainwater, and it is easy to get infected.
Moreover, in this bad weather, going out in the rainy season is like swimming, and Mu Kui is really worried.
There are pots in the tribe, and they are usually brought out during large-scale events.
However, the orcs usually use stone pots to boil some boiling water for drinking. They don't need a pot, and there is no preparation in the cave of the two brothers and sisters.
The stone they used to make the stone jars was a type of stone called millstone.
The nature of this kind of stone is very similar to that of pebbles and marble. It is not only heat-resistant, but also smooth after being polished, and it will not cause stone powder to fall off when used.
The millstone is very hard, but with the powerful strength of the orcs, even if it is a female, it can be polished well with a little more effort.
"I'll definitely be able to go out tomorrow."
Mu Zhao is quite confident about this, he believes in his own self-healing ability, and even more in Ajie's healing ability.
Male orcs are resistant to grinding, and if they just go out to find millstones, it won't take much time, and there won't be any major problems.
After Mu Kui sliced and roasted the persimmons squeezed with juice, Mu Zhao also stopped.
"Try it and see if it's delicious."
Mu Kui tasted it first, and found that the fruit slices and boiled fruit pulp were not poisonous, so she took a piece of roasted persimmon fruit and handed it to Mu Zhao's mouth.
"It's so sweet, sweeter than persimmon fruit, is this sugar?"
As soon as the fruit piece was in the mouth, Mu Zhao's eyes lit up, and he said pleasantly.
"This is dried fruit, not sugar, but it's still very sweet."
Mu Kui explained: "In terms of sugar, it is probably as sweet as honey."
Hearing that sugar is as sweet as honey, Mu Zhao's eyes lit up again, and the stars in his pupils shone with dazzling light.
He has never eaten honey, but he has heard it mentioned, and it is also delicious.
but……
"Those bees are as big as a fist, and they can shoot poisonous needles, I can't get them." Mu Zhao said in a low tone.
Honey seemed to be more accessible to him than sugar.
It's a pity that he is not strong enough to dare to provoke those ferocious bees.
"The size of a bee's fist!"
The corners of Mu Kui's eyes twitched, the hornets on the earth are not that big!
This is the scariest kind of bee she has ever heard. It is not only big, but also very poisonous.
She knew that there must be bees bigger than horned bees on the earth, but it was absolutely impossible for them to be as exaggerated as the size of a fist.
It grows so big, and its toxicity is so strong that even the first-order orcs dare not provoke it.
Bees in the beast world, are you going to go to heaven?
(End of this chapter)
With the tip of the tube tree brought back by Mukui, the storage tools at home are not so scarce.
There are everything from tubs as big as bath tubs to cups for drinking water.
The tool used for soaking water and oil before Mukui is a large wooden barrel made of a tube tree, which is slightly smaller than a bath barrel.
The barrel tree is hollow, and the tree powder does not fill it all up. If you gather the tree powder, it is easy to get a hollow barrel.
Mukui took a wooden barrel the size of an ordinary bucket, pierced the persimmon fruit, and squeezed the persimmon juice into the barrel.
Soon, this round sapphire-colored persimmon fruit shriveled up.
After squeezing several in a row, the barrel was soon filled with persimmon juice.
"Let's boil the juice first! It will be treated as a drink. I hope this persimmon juice won't become poisonous after being heated."
Thinking of this, Mu Kui felt a little distressed.
Things in the animal world are just a little troublesome, not to mention the abundance of species, but also the ever-changing nature. A slight change may change from non-toxic to poisonous.
"Why is there no Shennong here?"
Mukui let out a long sigh, feeling infinitely regretful.
"Shenlong? Are you talking about the Dragon Race?" Mu Zhao raised his head in surprise when he heard the words.
"I heard that they are also god-given races, but only the beast god is the only true god. The dragon clan should not dare to call themselves gods without dragons!"
Mu Kui raised her eyebrows and asked curiously: "So there are dragons? They are also god-given races. What do they look like? What are the god-given abilities?"
Mu Zhao explained casually: "I heard that they have wings like us and walk upright. I don't know about the others. As for the ability, it seems to be the wind!"
Mukui nodded knowingly. The one who walked upright and had wings seemed to be a western dragon.
"By the way, sister, you haven't said what Shenlong means?" Mu Zhao is still interested in what Mu Kui said about Shenlong.
"Uh! This..."
Mukui Heixian said speechlessly: "The Shennong I'm talking about is different from what you think. Nong is a farmer of agriculture, not a dragon of the dragon clan."
"What is agriculture? Which race? It sounds so similar. What is their relationship with the dragon race? Are they close relatives?" Mu Zhao asked.
Mukui: "..."
What can she say?
Hearing Mu Zhao's series of weird questions, Mu Kui froze on the spot, dumbfounded!
It took a while for Mu Kui to react.
The corner of her mouth twitched, and she explained: "Agriculture! It's probably an activity of planting persimmon seeds into the soil, taking good care of them, and then harvesting many, many persimmon fruits."
As for whether the persimmon fruit can germinate and grow into a persimmon tree if the core is buried in the soil, she doesn't know.
However, that's the only way to explain it for the time being.
It is impossible for her to tell Mu Zhao what 'karma' means, what is a proper noun, or a professional term.
The language of Mukui has long been divided up by the teachers. In this place where there is only collection and planting has not yet emerged, there is really no more appropriate explanation than this.
"Really? If we bury the core in the soil, can we really grow a persimmon tree and bear persimmon fruit?"
A pair of eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, shining light blue stars, like a vast starry sky, as if they were about to wipe away the soul of a person.
Terrible!Terrible!
Mu Kui clutched her little heart, stepped back quickly, and looked away, not daring to meet Mu Zhao's eyes.
Regardless of appearance, this pair of eyes that can only appear in the Two-dimensional world, this guy is enough to foul, okay?
With a knowing blow, it is impossible to refuse, let alone say any words to refute.
"This sister hasn't tried it, so I can't be sure. But many plants will germinate if they do this, and persimmons should also bury it in the soil."
Fortunately, the animal world has the words plant and animal, otherwise Mu Kui really doesn't know what to do.
"Great, we will plant a lot of persimmons in the future." Mu Zhao cheered.
As long as sister doesn't completely deny it, there is hope. He seems to have seen the persimmons all over the mountains and plains, and looks yearning.
"You bastard, that's all you have!" Mu Kui scolded with a smile, secretly clenched her hands.
In the future, Brother's ideal will definitely be set higher and higher.
The persimmon juice is poured into stone jars, and it bubbles quickly when placed on the fire.
As time goes by, persimmon juice slowly becomes viscous.
When the persimmon juice has lost half of its moisture and looks similar to syrup, Mukui pours it out and replaces it with unboiled persimmon juice.
In this way, after all the persimmon juice in the wooden barrel is boiled, Mu Kui will also cut the squeezed persimmon fruit and wait for it to be put into the pot.
The flesh of Mukui was cut into palm-sized pieces, and two pieces of wood were used as simple tongs, and the persimmon fruit slices were sandwiched between them and baked in a stone jar.
The fire was very high, and in order to save time, Mukui had no intention of removing the fire, so he had to turn over the persimmon slices frequently.
"It's better to get a stone pot, the stone pot is too small." Mu Kui sighed.
Seeing that a thin layer of crust-like crust had formed on the outside of the persimmon fruit slices, Mu Kui added the fruit slices and put them into a clean wooden basin.
"Stone pot? I can go out, and tomorrow I will find a bigger millstone and come back."
When Mu Zhao heard the words, he immediately responded.
"Wait until tomorrow to see how the wound looks, and then decide!"
Mu Kui frowned, she didn't quite agree with Mu Zhao going out in the rain.
In that way, the wound is swollen by rainwater, and it is easy to get infected.
Moreover, in this bad weather, going out in the rainy season is like swimming, and Mu Kui is really worried.
There are pots in the tribe, and they are usually brought out during large-scale events.
However, the orcs usually use stone pots to boil some boiling water for drinking. They don't need a pot, and there is no preparation in the cave of the two brothers and sisters.
The stone they used to make the stone jars was a type of stone called millstone.
The nature of this kind of stone is very similar to that of pebbles and marble. It is not only heat-resistant, but also smooth after being polished, and it will not cause stone powder to fall off when used.
The millstone is very hard, but with the powerful strength of the orcs, even if it is a female, it can be polished well with a little more effort.
"I'll definitely be able to go out tomorrow."
Mu Zhao is quite confident about this, he believes in his own self-healing ability, and even more in Ajie's healing ability.
Male orcs are resistant to grinding, and if they just go out to find millstones, it won't take much time, and there won't be any major problems.
After Mu Kui sliced and roasted the persimmons squeezed with juice, Mu Zhao also stopped.
"Try it and see if it's delicious."
Mu Kui tasted it first, and found that the fruit slices and boiled fruit pulp were not poisonous, so she took a piece of roasted persimmon fruit and handed it to Mu Zhao's mouth.
"It's so sweet, sweeter than persimmon fruit, is this sugar?"
As soon as the fruit piece was in the mouth, Mu Zhao's eyes lit up, and he said pleasantly.
"This is dried fruit, not sugar, but it's still very sweet."
Mu Kui explained: "In terms of sugar, it is probably as sweet as honey."
Hearing that sugar is as sweet as honey, Mu Zhao's eyes lit up again, and the stars in his pupils shone with dazzling light.
He has never eaten honey, but he has heard it mentioned, and it is also delicious.
but……
"Those bees are as big as a fist, and they can shoot poisonous needles, I can't get them." Mu Zhao said in a low tone.
Honey seemed to be more accessible to him than sugar.
It's a pity that he is not strong enough to dare to provoke those ferocious bees.
"The size of a bee's fist!"
The corners of Mu Kui's eyes twitched, the hornets on the earth are not that big!
This is the scariest kind of bee she has ever heard. It is not only big, but also very poisonous.
She knew that there must be bees bigger than horned bees on the earth, but it was absolutely impossible for them to be as exaggerated as the size of a fist.
It grows so big, and its toxicity is so strong that even the first-order orcs dare not provoke it.
Bees in the beast world, are you going to go to heaven?
(End of this chapter)
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