The daily life of farming and opening up wasteland in the elf world

Fan Xing tiredly directed the elves at home to put the berries in the warehouse and pile them up. They worked all afternoon and finally picked all the berries.

But this job is not over yet, Fan Xing will keep a small part of these fruits, and the rest will be sold.

After the sale, there is still a lot of work waiting for him in the natural tree fruit forest, such as pruning all the fruit trees and then re-fertilizing, which is another time-consuming task.

Fan Xing rubbed his waist, and then led the elves back to the hut.

The Maninis had already prepared dinner, and the elves in the family quickly ate the dinner, greeted Fan Xing, and then left.

After Fan Xing cleaned up the hut with Manini and the magic wall puppets, he took out a few sweet peaches from the basket in the hut.

He is going to use the newly picked berries today to make some preserved fruits, which will be used as snacks for the elves at home.

It's just that he hasn't done it before, so he's not very familiar with the method of making preserved fruit.

Fan Xing flipped through a book and looked at the method of making preserved fruit. Looking at the description in the book, he felt that it was a bit simple, so he simply let the Maninis go to rest, and stayed in the kitchen by himself.

The Maninis flew to the door of the kitchen, then looked back at Fan Xing with some anxiety, and finally found that Fan Xing was fine before going to wash and rest with peace of mind.

Fan Xing took a sweet peach, carefully peeled off its skin, and then put the peeled sweet peach in a basin.

After the basin was full, Fan Xing sprinkled a large spoonful of salt into it, but finally felt that it was too little, so he added several more spoonfuls.

Finally, some water was added to it, and the pot was covered with a lid, and then the other berries were processed.

Of course, Fan Xing didn't dare to deal with too much at one time. Except for Tiantao, he made a big pot, and the others were relatively small. After all, it was the first time to do it.

However, Fan Xing, who was holding a knife in his hand and struggling to cut the orange fruit, suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have removed the seeds of the sweet peach.

Thinking of this, Fan Xing hurriedly put the orange fruit in his hand on the table, then washed his hands, picked up a spoon and carefully dug out the core of the sweet peach.

These can be used as seeds, Fan Xing put them in a small plastic bag, and then processed the orange fruit.

Although the orange fruit tastes good, its skin is too hard. Except for the elves that can bite it, it is quite laborious to cut it with a knife.

Fan Xing slashed several times but did not move. In the last breath, he directly slashed at Cheng Chengga with a knife, but Cheng Chengguo remained unmoved, but the knife in Fan Xing's hand jumped a gap, and jumped. The broken pieces scratched Fan Xing's hand in an instant.

Fan Xing hissed in pain, a little speechless turned out a handkerchief on his body, and covered the wound.

He couldn't understand why the skin of the orange fruit is so hard?Wouldn't it be soft and delicious like a sweet peach?

The fiery red fox in the living room heard the movement and walked towards the kitchen. He saw Fan Xing covering his hand with a handkerchief, with some blood on it, and frowned instantly.

Coming to Fan Xing's side, the fiery red fox moved Fan Xing's hand away to check the wound, and then yelled at Fan Xing with some displeasure in his tone.

"Firefox" (Why are you so careless? Don't do it. Go, I'll bandage you up.)

Fan Xing shook his head, put his hands under the faucet, turned on the faucet and rinsed a few times.

"It's just a small wound, nothing happened."

Yao Huohonghu glanced at Fan Xing with some disapproval, then dragged him to the pharmacy, applied a little wound medicine to Fan Xing's wound, and put a band-aid on him.

"Firefox." (Next, be careful, let's go, if you want to continue, I will help you, and you can just command by the side, so as not to get hurt again.)

Hearing what the demon Huohonghu said, Fan Xing could only nod helplessly. The probability of getting injured is a small matter. He didn't expect that the kitchen knife at home was not as hard as the fruit.

Seeing that Fan Xing didn't object, the Yao Huohonghu didn't say anything. He took Fan Xing back to the kitchen, and followed Fan Xing's instructions, making some preserved fruits quickly.

When the preserved fruit came out of the oven, Fan Xing couldn't wait to take out a small piece and put it in his mouth to taste it. He found that it tasted good, and he gave a thumbs up to the demon fire red fox.