After a while, the rice fragrance emitted by the three-color rice became stronger and stronger.
The beasts and birds in the valley outside Yanbu became even more irritable and restless, roaring, roaring, and chirping, but because they were afraid of the existence of Yanhuo, the ancestral god of Yanbu, they did not dare to approach the crater of the extinct volcano where Yanbu was located.
But there are not only ferocious birds and beasts in the jungle, but also some insects.
These things were tempted by the fragrance of rice and kept flying in from all directions. Some smart people knew that Yanhuo was powerful, so they stopped outside the Yanbu extinct volcano crater. Some ignorant ones flew in. Just as they flew into the tribe, they were
The Yanhuo shot down. I don’t know what magical power the Yanhuo had. It was just a ball of flame that flew away, causing the insects to fall down one after another. However, there was no trace of burns on the outside, which looked very strange.
Most of the insects that flew in were shot down by the flames, but there were always some trapped fish that flew in and gradually approached the three-color rice fields.
At this time, the tribal warriors guarding the rice fields came in handy and began to take up weapons to kill these insects that came to die.
Most of the insect bugs in the wilderness are very big, some are as big as a basin, some have thick legs, and some are as thin as a fist. There are all kinds of species, but flying insects undoubtedly account for the majority.
After a while, a pile of insect corpses accumulated on the edge of the rice field.
After a while, the fragrance of the three-color rice gradually turned from strong to light, exuding the original natural fragrance. As the fragrance became lighter, the birds, beasts, insects and cockroaches outside the flame began to disperse, and the world returned to peace, leaving only one
Insects on the ground and the carcass of a vicious bird.
The three-color rice was considered ripe at this point. Just in case, Gongliang quickly collected the ears of rice.
There was a crop of three-color rice in the rice field, which was the secondary rice that grew from the rice heads left after the last harvest of three-color rice. He took a look and saw that the rice on the ears of the three-color rice grown from the rice head was obviously much less.
The particles are also smaller than newly planted ones.
In view of this, he did not intend to leave any straw behind.
In addition to some of the insects attacking the tribe on the edge of the rice fields, there were also some that were killed by the fire near the mountain wall of the tribe. These insects were very big. Thinking that insects in the previous life could also be eaten, Gongliang picked a few special ones.
If it is fat, cut open the shell and check to see if there is meat inside. If there is meat, you can eat it.
Some of them actually had meat, so he took some and steamed, fried, or stir-fried them in various ways, and finally tasted them, and they all tasted pretty good.
How can you not share such a delicious thing with others?
It's a pity that the people in the tribe had a look of fear on their faces when they found out that he was frying insect meat. Even the friends who used to eat and drink at his house no longer dared to come to his house for dinner after hearing this.
Gongliang was surprised. Aren't the meat of insects, ferocious birds, and fish and shrimp all meat? Why are you so scared!
Not every household in the tribe can eat animal meat every day, and some have to rely on wild vegetables and fruits to survive. Because there were a lot of bugs killed this time, in order to avoid waste and to enrich everyone's rations.
, Gongliang recommended insect meat to the poorer families in the tribe. Unfortunately, even if these people were hungry, no one was willing to eat insects.
Helpless, Gongliang could only kill the plan to promote insect delicacies.
The meat of the insects flying in the jungle is of ordinary animal meat level. Apart from filling the stomach, it has no use at all. Seeing that no one is willing to eat it, Gongliang can't eat so much, so only a few larger insects are left, and the rest are
Everything that fell was thrown into the stream in front to feed the giant turtles.
This time he planted three-color rice, and Gongliang harvested more than a thousand grains of millet.
He gave half of it to the witch, and wrote down all the planting methods and points that needed attention and gave it to him, asking the witch to find someone to plant it. Because it was too troublesome to plant it by himself.
He took out half of the remaining three-color rice, hulled the remaining three-color rice, and cooked a bowl of sticky rice porridge.
After coming here for so long, he could finally take a sip of the delicious rice porridge. Smelling the faint aroma of the porridge, Gongliang was actually a little intoxicated. After a sip, the light sweetness and light fragrance turned into a sip of rice porridge as soon as it entered his stomach.
The essence is absorbed by the body. And this essence has no consequences, unlike the meat of ferocious beasts, which will make people feel irritable and vain if eaten too much.
Gongliang tasted the porridge slowly, one bite at a time. But there wasn't much in the bowl of porridge, and he finished it in a short time.
Putting down the stone bowl, Gongliang sighed: It's a pity that there is only one bowl.
He had the urge to cook all the three-color rice on his hands into porridge, but in the end he resisted. He still wanted to keep those as seeds and couldn't touch them easily.
After drinking the porridge, he sat cross-legged and meditated. When he fell into silence, the rice essence he just drank was slowly transformed and absorbed by the true energy. When he woke up the next day, he found that the true energy had increased again. Although
It's not much, but after calculation, the rice porridge I drank last night was almost equal to the energy gained from eating ten pounds of animal meat.
It’s just that tricolor rice is too difficult to grow, otherwise you would eat it every day.
During this time, in addition to planting three-color rice, practicing martial arts and hunting, he also worked hard to learn the things on the animal skins given by the witch.
After research and asking the witch, he learned that what was recorded on the animal skin was a method of communicating with the beasts, which the witches called psychic flame patterns. If such patterns could be engraved on the bodies of beasts, the beasts would
The owner can communicate with his animal, know what it is thinking, and know where it is at all times.
However, it is not a simple matter to engrave this kind of flame pattern.
First, the inscribed beast must have no resistance to the inscribed person.
Second, the inscriber must master the psychic flame pattern skillfully without making any mistakes.
If any of the above two items goes wrong, the beast that is imprinted will die on the spot, or be seriously injured, or it will become an idiot. There will be no harm to the owner or the person who inscribed it. It will just be a waste of materials for the inscription.
It took a while for Gongliang to pick up Yuan Gungun from the jungle. During this time, Yuan Gungun already regarded him as a relative.
And he has also mastered the inscription technique of the psychic flame pattern, so he wants to try to inscribe Yuan Gungun.
Although there are serious dangers when there are mistakes in the inscriptions, there are also many benefits. At least after the inscriptions, we can communicate with each other. It is not like the duck listening to thunder now. If you say it doesn't understand, it will tell you that you don't know. And after the inscriptions, you will be able to communicate with each other.
The benefits are huge, not only the intelligence increases, but also the combat effectiveness of the beasts.
Take a look at Yuhan's little Yuyu. It was still small before, but it has grown by half since the inscription. The benefits are obvious.
Generally speaking, it is best for the animals to be inscribed to be as small as possible. Young animals have not yet developed their own character thoughts in their minds, so they will not resist when inscribed. In this way, the inscription is half the battle.
Therefore, after giving Yuan Gunwan good food and drink for a few days, Gongliang took him to Wu's house.
I don’t know if it’s true, but every time he sees a witch, Yuan Gungun is a little scared. As soon as he enters the stone house, he quickly hides in Gong Liang’s arms. Not only him, Yuhan’s little Yuyu seems to have the same virtue.
Wu glanced at Yuan Gungun in his arms and said, "Have you made up your mind?"
"Yes." Gongliang nodded heavily.
Wu looked at him without saying anything. He stood up and took out a crystal bottle from the shelf nearby. There was a blood-red liquid in it and a faint scent of green grass. Then he picked up a brush made of animal hair from the side.
Gong Liang took the crystal bottle and a thick brush handed over by Wu, soaked the brush in the crystal bottle and filled it with blood-red liquid, then placed Yuan Gun in front of him. Yuan Gun looked at him stupidly, not knowing what he was going to do.
"Don't move or resist for a while, you know?" Gong Liang said seriously and roundly.
Yuan Gungun didn't know if he understood, so he yelled coquettishly at him.
After calming down and going over the psychic flame patterns that he had learned so well in his mind, Gong Liang picked up the crystal bottle on the table, raised the brush, and started drawing on his round forehead.