Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom

"First, use a bone knife to drill a tree hole in the red maple tree, about 5 cm deep. Insert the wood chips, and then hang the wooden barrel for harvesting sap."

Chang Xia didn't find the catheter, so he asked Shen Rong to cut out suitable wood chips.

Wood chips replace the conduits and are inserted into the drilled tree holes, and the sap drips through the wood chips into the barrel. Generally, a red maple tree with a diameter of 25 cm can only drill one hole. Too much will easily damage the red maple tree.

However, the red maple trees in Hongye Ridge have never harvested sap.

At the same time, the red maple trees here are old, and basically each red maple can drill 3-4 holes. Red maple trees over 500 years old can drill 6 holes, like 108 red maple trees over 1,000 years old, Changxia estimates that 10 holes can be drilled without damaging the vitality of these 108 red maple trees, ensuring that the red maple The tree recuperates.

"Drill the holes, paying attention to the spacing between the trunks."

"The wooden barrel that is hung must be tied firmly so that it does not fall."

"Fix the torch, watch out for sparks."

From time to time, Chang Xia's warning sounded from Hongye Ridge. The tribe and Shen Rong couldn't bear her to be tired, so maybe she climbed trees and drilled holes. Instead, let Chang Xia hold a torch and pass through every corner of Hongye Ridge, reminding the tribe in time of their wrong actions when harvesting the sap of the red maple tree.

The entire Hongye Ridge, except Changxia.

Even the elders who came over climbed the tree, drilled holes, inserted wood chips, and tied the barrels. After a whole set of movements, he was satisfied to watch the sap of the red maple tree drip down the wood chips and into the barrel hanging on the tree trunk.

"So sweet!"

"I feel like I could drink a whole barrel of sap."

"Don't steal, just work hard for me."

All kinds of discussions and conversations alarmed the entire Hongye Ridge.

Beasts lurking at night, aware of the movement of Hongye Ridge, quickly disappeared into the night one by one. Not to mention sneak attacks, they didn't even dare to get close.

In order to prevent accidents, Gen directly let the clansmen release their breaths.

Sturdy, bloodthirsty.

If the night has color.

Tonight, Hongye Ridge must be blood red.

"Hey--" Pukang lay on a thousand-year-old red maple tree, sucking the sap with his mouth open. Regardless of face, shame or something, he—Pukang has always been shameless, dare to say, look at the iron fist he loves.

Elder Yami did not come tonight.

After all, the tribe needs people to sit in the township, and all of them come to Hongye Ridge. If something happens to the tribe, the problem will become big.

With black threads all over his head, he watched the embarrassing scene of Elder Pukang under the firelight speechlessly.

He raised his hand and covered his eyes.

invisible.

As long as he can't see it, he doesn't know what's going on.

"Pukang—"

Here Gen pretended to be deaf and dumb, and the other clansmen trembled and did not dare to speak.

An angry roar pierced the sky.

Pu Kang paused, and his whole body froze.

Depend on! ! !

He only remembered that Yami didn't follow, but he forgot that there was Ximu.

"Pukang, you bastard." Ximu roared, from a distance, stomped his foot, flashed to the trunk of the red maple tree where the elder Pukang was, raised his hand and hammered the elder Pukang three times in anger, " Pukang, if you haven’t harvested 100 barrels of red maple sap and maple syrup boiled in summer tonight, you are not allowed to eat it.”

"The tribe supports you alone, enough to support a small tribe."

"Pukang, you are too presumptuous."

"Changxia said that 40 liters of red maple sap can make 1 liter of maple syrup. It's a waste of you to drink so much. You can eat it anyway, go eat the bark!"

Immediately afterwards, Elder Ximu had a clear mind, sentence after sentence, sentence after sentence.

Chang Xia didn't know if Elder Pukang was dizzy.

However, she was a little dizzy.

So, Chang Xia backed away calmly.

Elder Ximu is unsmiling and taciturn. But, once you provoke him,

He can evolve from taciturn to a chatterbox, but he is methodical when he talks, and can last from dawn to dawn the next day...

As far as Chang Xia knew, Elder Ximu's most powerful record was talking for three days in a row.

The target is Elder Pukang.

In the entire tribe, except for Elder Pukang, no one could change the face of the unsmiling Elder Ximu. Therefore, in most cases, the tribe will separate the two.

Because as soon as these two people met, it was like thunder from the sky.

"The patriarch—"

Not far away, some clansmen were crumbling.

Send a distress signal to the root on the side.

God!

Why did Elder Yami let Elder Ximu come to Hongye Ridge tonight?

Didn't she know Elder Pukang would come?

Gen had a pale face, his legs were a little weak, and he held on to the branch of the red maple tree, barely falling from the tree.

"Let's go, let's go!" Gen said with a guilty conscience.

The two fought, and no one could persuade them except Wu and elder Yami.

Too scared, too scared.

After the words fell, Gen ran away first.

Seeing this, the clansmen who harvested the sap of the red maple tree slipped away quickly one by one.

"What's the matter?" Shen Rong jumped down from the red maple tree, held Chang Xia, who had lingering fear, and said softly.

Looking up, I didn't find anything unusual nearby.

Chang Xia covered Shen Rong's mouth with his hand, raised his index finger, and whispered, "Hush!"

see.

The nearby clansmen looked up one after another.

"Pukang, the ginkgo forest in Xiangfeng Mountain, the sacred mountain of Kanna, hasn't been picked yet. If you have nothing to do, go there and pick all the ginkgo fruits there. After all, you can eat too much, and the number of ginkgo fruits hoarded by the tribe is still too small."

"I heard that you let a few tit cubs run out of the tribe yesterday. I think... just fine you with food for three days, lest you lose your memory."

...

Quiet Red Leaf Ridge.

In an instant, the tepid chatter of the elder Ximu penetrated into the ears of all the clansmen.

Immediately, Shen Rong and the clansmen still didn't understand.

"This—" Shen Rong was slightly stunned, looking at Chang Xia suspiciously.

Chang Xia patted his chest and said with a headache: "This is Elder Ximu. Elder Pukang pissed him off, and he is teaching Elder Pukang a lesson. Elder Ximu is usually very nice, but once he gets angry, he will change. It was terrible."

"Yes! The angry elder Ximu is scarier than a witch."

"What did Elder Pukang do?!"

"Don't think about being safe tonight, Elder Yami is gone, what should we do?"

Here, Chang Xia told Shen Rong in detail about Elder Ximu's angry behavior. Headache rubbing between her brows, cotton, she urgently needs cotton.

The corner of Shen Rong's mouth couldn't help twitching again.

Whenever he thought he knew the Heluo tribe well enough.

The Heluo tribe will show another amazing scene, breaking Shen Rong's cognition.

"Then what should we do now?" Seeing Chang Xia's distorted face, Shen Rong stretched out his hand to land on her cheek, stroking gently, trying to calm her anxiety.

"No way." Chang Xia shrugged his shoulders, his face was paralyzed, and he let Shen Rong rub his face, "Don't pay attention to them, they can stop when Elder Ximu doesn't want to say anything. However, there is an elder Ximu staring at Pu Kang Elder, we will harvest the red maple sap much faster."

Elder Pukang looked unreliable.

But, get serious.

He is very strong, otherwise the tribe would not let him mess around all day.