Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

Chapter 17: Rock Beach Quarry

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“The black wood pattern is indeed beautiful!” Chen Rong echoed. He thought about finding time to cut down a tree and drying it before making it into furniture.

Chang Xia gave Chen Rong a thumbs up and said happily, “You have good taste.”

“If you spoil her, you’ll have a headache in the future.” Nan Feng rolled his eyes and grumbled at Chang Xia. What was it about Ironwood that wasn’t pretty?

Beside him, Ya Dong and Shan Kun chuckled.

Nan Feng was the least qualified to say this. Nan Feng doted on Chang Xia the most in the tribe. Even the shaman had looked for Nan Feng and told her not to spoil Chang Xia.

Now, Chang Xia had Chen Rong to pamper her.

Fortunately, Chang Xia was sensible. Otherwise, the tribe would be in chaos all day.

Chen Rong smiled at Nan Feng’s words.

“Chang Xia, are we drying the white fruit?” Chen Rong asked.

Chang Xia said, “Yes. I want to eat noodles and rice noodles soon. I want to hurry up and dry the white fruits and grind them into powder so that I can make them!”

“Chang Xia, are the noodles and rice noodles good?” Shan Kun was the most enthusiastic and excited.

Ya Dong lifted the hide and walked over to pat his chest. “Drying the white fruits?” He said loudly. “Leave this to me.”

Nan Feng did not speak as she looked around. There were many things piled up in the beast lair, and the white fruits were not easy to dry. No wonder Chen Rong had asked.

“Don’t worry. After the white fruits are dried and grounded into powder, I’ll figure out how to turn them into noodles or rice noodles,” Chang Xia said confidently. She would definitely succeed. Otherwise, it would be a waste after years of drinking powdered fruit…

With fish and deep-fried meat as the foundation, Ya Dong and Shan Kun were not worried that Chang Xia would fail.

At worst, she would just drink the fruit powder.

Every year during the rainy season and cold season, the tribe would stockpile a batch of white fruits. The fruits were powdered and accompanied the beast race from childhood to adulthood and then to old age.

After breakfast, Ya Dong and Shan Kun didn’t bother to make a move.

The white fruits that had been stacked outside the den were dumped on the ground, spread out, and left to dry. At the same time, the stone weeds near the den were neatly arranged.

Chen Rong took the beast map that Chang Xia had drawn and communicated with Nan Feng.

Chang Xia crouched and sorted through the things her people had sent.

Meat needed to be kept properly to prevent it from rotting and spoiling. Wild vegetable roots and wild fruits need to be sorted and stored. They would be easily spoiled if piled together.

At this moment.

Chang Xia was extremely glad to have gone to Salt Lake.

She wanted to make salted meat, but it was just entering the warm season and the temperature wasn’t high enough. It was impossible to make salted meat at this time, so she could only give up the thought. If she wanted to eat salty and fragrant salted meat, she would have to wait for the hotter summer.

“Chen Rong, come over and help cut the meat into pieces, marinate it with salt, and make it into fried meat at noon,” Chang Xia shouted softly.

There was too much meat, and she had thin arms and legs.

She probably wouldn’t be able to finish cutting after trying all morning.

Looking at the sun, she decisively shouted for Chen Rong to help.

After cutting the meat, he started to peel the lettuce.

From what Nan Feng said, there would be people from the tribe coming over. In the morning, the clansmen simply came to thank Chang Xia. When they heard that Chang Xia was going to build a new beast lair, no one from the tribe went out to pick food today. They waited to come and watch after breakfast.

“What do you use to store the meat, Chang Xia?” Nan Feng asked.

The tribe had not yet delivered the pottery, and Chang Xia’s house had only a few pieces. In addition to the clay pot used for stewing, there was a clay pot containing fried meat, and another clay pot containing crushed salt crystals. For fear of dampness, the salt crystals were temporarily wrapped in leaves and placed in baskets.

It was not unreasonable for Chang Xia to often sigh about poverty.

The beast lair was dozens of square meters, and not enough to store all kinds of junk.

Even if they didn’t build a house cave, Chang Xia would need to build a new beast lair, or a cellar. The tribesmen usually had one beast lair, with two to three nests connected. If there were beast children or if they lived with old people, their nests were all connected. From a distance, it looked like a yurt.

Chang Xia held her forehead and remembered that there was not enough pottery at home. She hesitated and said, “Why don’t… we use the wooden bucket made yesterday?”

“I tried the new bucket and it doesn’t leak,” Chen-Rong said.

Compared to his previous life, Chen Rong liked his current life more. It was trivial, busy, but very fulfilling.

Meanwhile, he enjoyed a little hoarding as much as Chang Xia.

Chang Xia made a firm decision.

“I’ll get another wooden barrel and we’ll marinate the meat in it,” Chang Xia said, then looked carefully at Nan Feng and whispered, “Nan Feng, will the tribe agree to use pottery to exchange for fish balls and fried meat?”

The fried meat was made. The wooden bucket was obviously not suitable for holding it.

Pottery, naturally, was the best choice.

“Don’t worry, the pottery will be sent over later.” Nan Feng nodded with certainty. Just based on the fragrance of food floating above the tribe last night, the tribe would definitely be happy to exchange the pottery with Chang Xia.

If the tribe did not want to trade, none of the tribal elders in charge of the pottery would agree.

Fishballs suited their appetites, and the fish baskets gave the old men the ambition to relive their youthful hunting. Last night, Nan Feng had heard some old men pondering ways to improve the fish baskets. They wanted to hunt the larger fish in the White River…

“That’s good.” Holding the salt jar, Chang Xia spread the sliced meat evenly over the salt crystals and placed them in a clean wooden bucket. Marinate for an hour or two, then boil the oil to make fried meat.

Looking at the pile of meat in front of her, Chang Xia quickly looked at Chen Rong.

“Chen Rong, we need a stone pot.”

“A stone pot. What do you want with a stone pot?”

Before Chen Rong could speak, Nan Feng asked curiously.

“The clay pot isn’t resistant to burning. It’s best to use a stone pot to make fried meat with so much meat,” Chang Xia explained. There were two clay pots in the house, and she was quite comfortable with them. If they really burned and broke, she would die of heartache.

Chen Rong hesitated. “A stone pot needs hard stone to be made. Are there suitable large stones near the tribe?”

He understood the general layout of the Twilight Forest.

But some specific circumstances were unclear.

After all, this concerned the hunting territory of every tribe. No beast would casually reveal it to outsiders.

“Ya Dong, come here for a moment…” Nan Feng thought for a moment, then got up and called Ya Dong, who was drying white fruits outside. He said, “Ya Dong, do you know any stones near the tribe that are suitable for making stone pots?”

Nan Feng did know where to find rocks near the tribe.

However, she was not sure what could be used to make a stone pot.

The Heluo tribe had two large stone pots that were only used when the tribe was in trouble.

“There is a rocky beach upstream of White River Beach. The stones there are hard and resistant to heat. The tribal stone tools are all quarried from the rocky beach,” Ya Dong replied. Then he asked, “Does anyone want to make stone pots? I recall that the tribe has pottery pots. They are lighter than the cumbersome stone pots.”

“I want to make fried meat from a stone pot. A pottery pot will crack easily if it’s cooked for too long. Look at this pile of meat all made into fried meat. There’s not enough pottery pots,” Chang Xia said helplessly.

How could she not know that the pot was light and easy to use?

The problem was that pottery pots tended to burn and crack.

It was too wasteful to use such a pot to cook fried meat.

“Making fried meat will crack the clay pot?”

Hearing this, Nan Feng and the others’ expressions changed.

Last night, Root and Mu Qin handed over the cooking methods of fishballs and fried meat to their clansmen. Everyone in the tribe was busy all night.

Seeing Nan Feng and the others’ faces change, Chang Xia quickly explained, saying, “I’m wrong. It’s not that making fried meat will crack the pottery pot. It’s that the pot can’t tolerate heat for long and will crack. When making fried meat and stir-frying, it’s best to use a stone pot or iron pot that’s resistant to burning…”

The iron pot was far away.

Chang Xia had never seen the tribe use iron.

She could still look forward to the stone pot.

After all, even iron trees could grow in the Sunset Forest, so the stone pot must be extraordinary. Iron tools were not something to be considered at the moment.

“How many stone pots do you want, Chang Xia?” Ya Dong asked and nodded, understanding what she meant.

“Three.” Chang Xia thought for a moment, then said, “Five. Ya Dong, help me pick stones from five stone pots from the rocky beach. I’ll make you a pot of fried meat and give you a basket of fishballs. Do you think that’s okay?”

“Chang Xia, I can help you with the quarrying at Rocky Beach, too,” Shan Kun interjected.

Ya Dong raised his foot and kicked Shan Kun away.

“Shan Kun, your Nuan Chun also makes fried meat and fish balls.”

Chen Rong opened his mouth to speak, wanting to say that he could also go to the rocky beach. However, he met Nan Feng’s faint gaze.

He shut up quietly.

Cough cough—

He wanted to explain that he really wasn’t useless.

However, no one was willing to listen. It was fine if it was Chang Xia, but why did even the tribesmen unanimously equate him with Chang Xia?!

Previously, he had been unwilling to heal and had wanted to wait quietly for death.

Now that Chen Rong’s thoughts had changed, he should find an opportunity to cure the poison. He could not really become a good-for-nothing.

Thinking about it, Chen Rong suddenly felt a suffocating sensation in his chest.

A bloody taste surged from his throat. Chen Rong quickly lowered his head and covered his mouth and nose with his hand. He coughed softly, and a faint scarlet liquid seeped through his fingers.

Damn it—

Did the poison take effect?