Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

Chapter 25: Trivial Morning

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“Chang Xia, are you guys not up yet?”

The next day, Chang Xia was still awakened from her sleep. When she opened her eyes, the beast lair was gray. Obviously, Chen Rong was still sleeping.

Last night, Chang Xia nourished Chen Rong’s body.

It was rare for Chen Rong, who was in pain, to sleep. This was the most comfortable night he had slept since he was poisoned.

Yesterday, Chang Xia suggested that Root let the tribe elders sleep on the bed instead of lying on the ground. When Root returned to the tribe, he chatted with the tribe elders. The elders did not ask much about the wooden bed and directly asked Root to look for Chang Xia to make a bed.

Apart from trusting this beast cub, they had a favorable impression of her after they had eaten delicious fish balls and fried meat. They believed that this bed was the same.

Root tried it overnight.

As it turned out, he couldn’t put it together.

Thus, he ran over before dawn.

“What brings you here so early, Chief?” Chang Xia asked.

Root was slightly embarrassed and looked at Chen Rong with a smile. Hearing Root’s shout, Chen Rong quickly woke up. He had slept well and was in a good mood.

He lifted the beast’s curtain and welcomed Root with a smile.

“I want to ask Chen Rong something. Go back to sleep.” Root thought of Chang Xia’s weak body and immediately pulled Chen Rong out of the beast lair. At the same time, he felt a little guilty for coming too early.

These past two days.

Chang Xia moved out of the original beast lair of the tribe.

She had been busy without resting.

Although the shaman said that Chang Xia’s body would gradually recover after she became an adult, it was inevitable that he still treated Chang Xia like a child and thought it was too early.

Chang Xia waved her hand and replied, “I’m fine. I’m already awake.”

Root looked for Chen Rong to chat, and Chang Xia got up, washed up, and prepared breakfast. It just so happened that she could invite Root to try some fruit powder pancakes. She believed that he would definitely like them.

“… So that’s how you stick them together.”

Root crouched and watched as Chen Rong pieced together the wood. Soon, a wooden chair was made. The claws of the beast, sharp and pointed, quickly polished the barbs at the corners until they were smooth and bright. A rivet-like structure held the wood together. It would not let go even if it was thrown. Chen Rong had worked it out himself.

“We can also try punching holes into the resin. It should be stronger,” Chen Rong said, pointing at the slot.

There were low benches in the Western Continent. It was a noble custom to kneel.

When Chang Xia mentioned tables and chairs, Chen Rong thought of the low stools in the Western Continent. He easily made the tables and chairs that Chang Xia mentioned. At the same time, the finished product was far beyond Chang Xia’s imagination.

“Will it be too hard if it is covered with wooden boards?” Root hesitated.

The wooden bed was made for the tribal elders for the time being. He wondered if it was a little hard to lie on it.

Chen Rong pouted at the vines beside him and said, “If you feel that it’s hard, weave a few vine curtains and place them on it. Otherwise, fill it with the straw mats and leaves and then lay out the animal skin.”

Lying on a hard surface was an easy problem to solve.

Root hadn’t turned the corner for a moment. That was why he asked.

Sure enough, as soon as Chen Rong finished speaking, Root slapped his head with his hand, regretting that he had become stupid.

Chang Xia had talked to Shan Kun about this earlier.

“Got it.” Root got up and said, “I’ll try again when I get back to the tribe—”

“Patriarch, don’t be in a hurry to leave.” Chang Xia quickly opened her mouth to call out to Root, her hand holding a wooden basin to stir the fruit powder. “I’m making fruit powder pancakes. It won’t be too late for you to leave after eating the pancakes, Patriarch.”

In the morning, Nan Feng and the others would be out picking or hunting.

Chang Xia estimated that they would only come over in the afternoon to help with the house cave.

There was food sent by her clansmen in the beast lair. She and Chen Rong were in no hurry to collect it. They could try to nap first. While they were at it, they could see if there was a lot of water in the loess layer. If there was a lot, the speed would have to be slowed down to avoid causing a collapse.

“Fruit powder pancakes?” Root’s stride faltered, and he raked a hand through his hair, glancing curiously toward the wooden basin.

How did the fruit powder become a pastry?

Did Chang Xia come up with another meal?

Root stood firm, and was no longer in a hurry to leave.

Chen Rong left the wood beside him to Root and turned to collect the fish basket from the White Lake.

At the foot of the hill, dozens of fish had been raised in the waterhole beside the White Lake. Chen Rong would bring prawns and crabs back to the beast lair every day. The dried prawns were grounded into prawn powder by Chang Xia and stored in clay pots. As for the crabs, they were directly eaten.

At this point, the crab had no crab roe.

Chang Xia had no desire to fuss for the time being.

There was little shrimp powder, so Chang Xia did not take it out for the time being.

After hoarding more, she would take them out and distribute them to his clansmen. She did not dare to tell her clansmen about such meticulous work, afraid that they would directly cook prawns.

After all, the power of the stew was still vivid in their minds.

“Fruit paste with bird eggs, minced meat, and chopped wild vegetables Fry them in a stone pot until both sides are golden. When it enters the mouth, it’s thin and crispy. When Chen Rong comes back from collecting the fish basket, I’ll add some shrimp or fish meat…”

Root listened to Chang Xia’s description, his mouth watering.

Quietly pursing his lips, he couldn’t help but swallow.

There were still benefits to coming over to look for Chang Xia in the morning. Just the sound of this fruit powder pancake was delicious.

They shouldn’t have restrained Chang Xia before.

Otherwise, why would he eat stewed meat and fruit powder to fill his stomach all these years?

As he thought about it, he felt faint regret.

This regret reached its peak when Chang Xia fried the first minced bird egg and wild vegetable fruit pancake.

“Chief, have a taste—” Chang Xia held out the pan-fried pastry, indicating that Root should eat it with wooden chopsticks to avoid burning his hands.

Root ignored him and reached out, taking the pastry and stuffing it into his mouth.

Click—

The crisp sound surprised Root.

With a gentle bite, a rich fragrance exploded from his mouth.

Along with the garlic and sour fruit meat, the minced bird’s eggs and wild vegetable fruit pancake tasted delicious. The savory fragrance filled the air, and it was thin and crispy. Together with the faint smell of burnt meat, it tasted delicious.

It was a stunning mouthful.

The stone pot was not as hot as the iron plate, but the fruit paste was not like mung bean noodles, and the taste was more chewy. It was a little chewy in the mouth, and the more he chewed, the more fragrant it became.

At this moment.

Chang Xia understood that the fruit paste was more like crushed rice flour.

She probably wouldn’t be able to eat noodles.

But she could turn it into rice noodles.

After the batch of white fruits were dried and grounded into powder, she had to hurry up and make some rice noodles.

Compared to the various types of rice noodles, Chang Xia felt that the fruit noodles were not as fragrant.

When Chen Rong returned with the fish basket, Root took the spatula from Chang Xia’s hand and began to fry the pastry. He planned to fry a few more and bring them back for Mu Qin to try later.

Every family in the tribe had hoarded white fruits, and white fruits were the only ones that the tribe members would take the initiative to hoard. However, whether they ate them or not was another matter.

After the white fruits were dried, as long as they were not ground into powder, they could be stored for 6 months to a year.

However, if the fruit powder was grounded, it could not be stored for too long. The fruit powder was prone to moisture and worms.

“Chen Rong, get me some shrimp,” Root urged.

Chen Rong looked at the fried pastry on the table and understood everything. He carried the basket on his back and squatted beside the stone vat, nimbly handling the river prawns in his hand.

A moment later.

Root was satisfied as he carried the basket of fruit powder pancakes back to the tribe.

Before leaving, he told Chang Xia that Nan Feng would come over in the afternoon. In the morning, Nan Feng went to the bushes to dig for yams. The yams were for the shaman, so Chang Xia didn’t have to go to the bushes again.

Chang Xia smiled in response, understanding that the chief didn’t want her running around.

Back then, if Root and the others knew about her and Chen Rong going to the salt lake to collect salt in advance, they would most likely not be able to go.

After that, Root and the others didn’t say anything.

However, there was something else he implied.

It made Chang Xia and Chen Rong feel slightly weak.

In terms of strength, they were really not weak. However, this kind of rebellious thing was too satisfying to do, and they could not help but want to try…