Reflect the world

Chapter 249 Choice (Second Change)

"Don't tell me, those seeds have all germinated."

"When I planted all the bloody oats with my neck stuck, the old witch doctor almost blew my head off. He said that the elixir is not easy to cultivate, and we can't harvest anything if we plant it so roughly... "

"As a result, hehe..."

Pilingbao smiled proudly.

"What happened?"

"Hey, it turned out that the old man stayed there all day after he saw the germination of blood oats, holding his big stick and watching there all day long. As long as he got close to his field, he would be yelled at by him, like A Moon Howling Demon Wolf that has given birth to a cub."

"Go all out to provide the blood essence of low-level beasts to cultivate the group of blood oats. It will only take about one and a half months to harvest?"

Pihu's eyes lit up, but his face was still a little confused.

"With the blood of so many prey, bringing all those prey back is enough for the tribe to eat, why bother?"

"But what if we don't bring back the prey, but only the blood of the prey?"

Pihu obviously never thought about this problem. For the tribe, prey is the most precious and indispensable food.

Sometimes they would bring their prey back even at the expense of their lives, but they never thought of abandoning their prey, so he was stunned.

The patriarch's turbid eyes lit up, and he said decisively: "This is a very good way."

Hunters often don't need much effort to catch prey, but transporting the prey back to the tribe is the most difficult and troublesome thing.

The bloody smell of the prey is likely to attract powerful beasts in the wilderness, and the huge prey is not convenient for the tribal hunters to carry.

Therefore, the hunters of the tribe often choose the right size for hunting, and never rashly choose prey that is too large.

For the hunters of the tribe, a huge prey will not be a huge harvest, but will become a huge burden.

And if the body of the prey is thrown away, as long as the blood essence is the most active in the prey, every hunter can easily collect the blood essence of dozens of prey.

After all, the hunters in the tribe are best at attacking together. If they don't consider getting food for the tribe, they can choose a single beast to attack.

A few people besieging a ferocious beast is still a sure thing, as long as they stay in the wilderness for a longer period of time, the blood essence collected will be massive.

The blood essence of each fierce beast is only the size of a fist when gathered together, and the blood essence of dozens of fierce beasts is also extremely convenient for hunters to carry without being too troublesome.

"This method can be tried, but if you want to harvest the blood oats quickly, you still need to send a team of people to hunt normally. Otherwise, with the current food consumption speed of the tribe, it will be difficult to wait until the blood oats mature."

After deep thinking, Pihu nodded in agreement, but when he thought of the food that was about to be discarded, he faintly felt his heart throbbing.

Capturing prey just for that ball of blood essence is a waste to the extreme. The tribe has never done it before, and they dare not think about doing such a thing.

"Then there's only one problem."

Tang Xuanming looked at the Piling Leopard with a smile: "Is it feasible to water the blood oats with the blood essence of the beast? Can the blood oats be ripened in advance?"

Pi Lingbao scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm not sure about this."

Tang Xuanming frowned, and Pi Lingbao immediately added: "But the old witch doctor must know that he is often responsible for the planting of blood oats, and he was the first to mention the internal organs of the beast under the blood oat seedlings. from."

"Hmm! Go ask the witch doctor."

Tang Xuanming did not expect that the witch doctor in the tribe would change his job to become a farmer one day, and he seemed to be doing very well.

At least many ways of planting and cultivating are beyond his imagination.

In this hellish place, the agricultural talent of the big foodie empire is completely skewed, and he often feels powerless.

Pilingbao left like a gust of wind, and came back soon, with a witch doctor holding a big stick beside him.

"Boy, are you looking for me? Tell me what's the matter, I have to take care of my baby bump."

The old witch doctor looked impatient, but when he heard that Tang Xuanming was going to pour blood oatmeal with the blood of the ferocious beast, his eyes stood up, his eyes were shining brightly, and he directly held Tang Xuanming's hand, With an impassioned face, he said: "Boy... no, what do you want to ask, little brother Tang? I must know everything and say everything."

Excited, he even used the idioms that Tang Xuanming taught those brats to say recently.

Tang Xuanming didn't mean to blame this bad old man, he wished someone would plant the land for him, such a dedicated old man was a wonderful thing, and he didn't feel uncomfortable with a little bit of disrespect.

People in the tribe mostly talk like this, and they don't actually have any bad intentions.

"I want to know if watering the blood oats directly with the blood of the beast can make the blood oats ripen earlier?"

"No way."

The old witch doctor resolutely vetoed Tang Xuanming's idea: "The growth of blood oats does require the blood of beasts, but it is too violent to pour the blood directly, just like the group of immature bear children in the tribe can't eat directly Like beast meat."

"That will make the blood oats wither directly."

In order to facilitate Tang Xuanming's understanding, the old witch doctor also used a very vivid example.

Although the children in the tribe who are above the age of five are all capable of carrying a tripod and have the strength of the first level of the Ant Emperor, they must eat the meat of ferocious beasts every day to maintain their lives.

But Tang Xuanming is still very easy to understand the words of the old witch doctor.

Just when he thought that this road would not work, and was about to think of other ways, the old witch doctor said again: "However, if little brother Tang has the essence and blood of ferocious beasts, you can give them all to me."

The old witch doctor rubbed his hands in front of his face, and leaned forward slightly, looking eager.

"Why do you want the blood of a ferocious beast?"

The old witch doctor laughed dryly, like a night owl screaming: "Although the blood of ferocious beasts cannot be poured directly, it can be mixed with water. It is also very useful for cultivating blood oats."

Tang Xuanming's eyes brightened, knowing that the road was going well, he turned around and was about to discuss with Pihu and go out hunting with the hunting team.

He took a step forward, but he didn't move it. Looking down, the old witch doctor's thick arm was pulling him, and he didn't want to let him go.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Xuanming was helpless.

The old witch doctor pushed his huge pillar aside, and said rascally, "What about the blood of the ferocious beast you are talking about? My blood oats are growing just right, and I need blood. The tribe has not given it recently. If it goes on like this, it’s going to dry up.”

"If it's all dry, the old man, I have to crash my head to death at the gate of the tribe."

(End of this chapter)