Farming in the beast world starts with the cub learning system

The wishes of the little cubs are very simple, that is, not to drink bitter medicine but to drink more bowls of sheep soup.

However, the latter can be satisfied, but the former...

After drinking the delicious mutton soup, they were given a bowl of bitter medicinal soup. The contrast was too harsh. The cubs cried loudly, and the magic sound filled the room instantly, irritating people's eardrums.

Zhu Yuanyuan was cooking braised pork in the kitchen. She shook her head helplessly when she heard the sound, "Tsk, tsk, the little cub just doesn't like to drink bitter medicine, but just get used to it."

Although the orcs are strong, it does not mean that they will not get sick. The resistance of cubs under ten years old is weak and they will always get sick several times a year, especially during the snow season, when the temperature drops sharply, but there is no time to wear more clothes. clothing.

No, two-thirds of the people who came to see the doctor today were cubs, and the ten small clay pots specially used to boil medicine were used from morning to night.

The cubs were sobbing and being taken away by their parents. Hu Yin sat in front of the stone table used for medical consultations and rubbed his forehead, "I'm finally clean."

He would rather sew up the wounds of the seriously injured than treat the little cub. He refused to cooperate every time he took medicine, cried and made noises, which could easily break his ears.

"Master, you should go to bed early tonight and recuperate your energy. Tomorrow will probably be even busier," Zhu Yuanyuan said with worry on her face, "Your eyelids are twitching all the time."

Hu Yin gritted his teeth and said, "Come here early tomorrow and remember to bring me breakfast."

"How early do you come here?" Zhu Yuanyuan asked.

"Before dawn," Hu Yin set the time without thinking.

Zhu Yuanyuan was a little embarrassed, "Isn't it too early? The orcs who see the doctor have to finish their breakfast before coming."

"It's late," Hu Yin frowned, "Many of the herbs in the medicine cabinet have been used up and need to be replenished."

"Oh~" Zhu Yuanyuan suddenly realized, "I understand, there isn't much work to do, how about we finish it tonight?"

Rather than going to bed early and getting up early, she prefers to go to bed late and get up late, especially during the snow season. She lies on the kang so warm that she doesn't want to get up at all.

Hu Yin raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Aren't you tired?"

"Fortunately," Zhu Yuanyuan said sincerely, "I just helped pick up some medicine and didn't do any physical work."

Shiraishi also said, "It's easier than hunting."

"Nonsense!" Hu Yin gave someone a big look. "Hunting is risking your life. It's tiring and dangerous. To make medicine, you just need to keep the stove in check."

A small medicine jar is equipped with a small earthen stove, and the charcoal fire is used to cook. The fire is not very strong, but it requires a little patience.

Oh, and time is difficult to control. After all, there are no timers such as clocks. You can only boil it based on experience, add a certain amount of water, and boil it until there is about a small bowl of concoction left.

Most people don't have small medicine jars or small earthen stoves at home, so they don't know how to boil medicine, so they have to wait at the wizard's place.

"This is still too time-consuming," Shiraishi had an idea. "Can we burn a few larger medicine jars and boil the same medicine together? After a few cups, there will only be a few bowls of medicine left."

Zhu Yuanyuan thought for a while and said, "It should be okay. Most of the medicines prescribed by Master are the same."

They are all suffering from colds and colds, so the medicines they take are naturally the same. That is, the amount of medicine for adults is heavier, for cubs it is half, and for patients with fever, another medicine is given.

Under such circumstances, boiling several doses of medicine at once can indeed save a lot of trouble, and the patient can drink the medicine as soon as possible.

"It's feasible," Hu Yin said calmly. "Before there were small clay pots, I would boil a pot of medicine the day after the snow season. When someone came to see me, I would scoop out a bowl and half a bowl for the cubs."

It is indeed very convenient, but it has some flaws. The herbs are inherently bitter. After brewing, you can hold your nose and drink it after cooling it for a while, until it is completely cold...

Hey, the taste is really anti-human. The adults can barely drink it, but the cubs cry and don't want to drink it. They are afraid of choking if they forcefully drink it.

Furthermore, cooling medicine will affect the efficacy and hinder absorption.

"Then let's heat it up before drinking~" Zhu Yuanyuan said without thinking?

"After repeated heating, the concoction will become less and less, which is also a waste of firewood," Hu Yin naturally thought about it. "After you make a small clay pot, the concoction brewed is more effective and the disease can be cured faster." .”

<divclass="contentadv">"So freshly brewed medicine is better," Zhu Yuanyuan concluded, "Okay, I will bring some large medicine jars tomorrow."

Hu Yin was surprised, "You have one?"

"Yes," Zhu Yuanyuan nodded, "The soup simmered in clay pots over low heat is quite good. I specially burned it in a kiln, but most of it was burned out, and only two hands were left."

Shiraishi, "..." He didn't seem to have seen Banban make soup in a clay pot. It didn't matter. Banban said he had it.

Silence is the best option.

After the two returned home, Shiraishi asked, "Where is the big clay pot? Is it in your cabin?"

"No," Zhu Yuanyuan shook her head and said confidently, "I never thought of using it before, so of course I don't know how to bake it."

Shiraishi asked again, "Go to the mall to buy?"

"No, the one I bought is too exquisite, it doesn't look like I can burn it," Zhu Yuanyuan sighed helplessly, "I don't even give you a chance to be lazy."

Shiraishi was completely stunned, "You want to burn it now?"

"That's right, let's make a small kiln in the space and bake a few," Zhu Yuanyuan planned enthusiastically. "There happens to be an open space that has not been cleared for planting. We will let Xiao Yi sort it out later."

With the help of three intelligent robots, we can harvest large clay pots tomorrow morning.

With this in mind, she dragged Shiraishi into the space, found three robots and issued a series of instructions.

Shiraishi asked while busy, "Is there also clay in the space? Doesn't it take time to dry after making the embryo before it can be put into the kiln?"

The latter two processes require a lot of time, and one night is not enough.

"It's okay, there is a hair dryer and a pottery stove," Zhu Yuanyuan said confidently, "High technology is also amazing, of course you have to use it if you have these conditions."

A hair dryer can blow hot air. Use an extra-large hair dryer to blow the pottery embryo for half an hour.

The pottery furnace is an ancient machine from the interstellar world. It is a must-have for pottery shops. It is good news for craft lovers. You only need to put the pottery embryo in and bake it for two hours to get the finished product.

With these two machines, hundreds or even thousands of large clay pots can be made in one night.

"As for the clay," Zhu Yuanyuan smiled proudly, "I dug extra when I was making bricks last time. I want to try to make some beautiful little pottery figures for my nieces and nephews to play with."

Moreover, they should also have cubs in the future and make some small toys for later use.

Shiraishi raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure it's for the cubs to play with?"

He emphasized the word 'cub'.

"Uh~" Zhu Yuanyuan's eyes rolled around, looking at the sky and the earth, but not at his companion. Apparently he felt a little guilty.

Shiraishi didn't say anything, and stared straight at the person, as if he wanted to see through the person.

"Hurry up and make the embryos," Zhu Yuanyuan became angry and deliberately raised her voice, "What if I make some small pottery figures? Can't I?"

"Yes, of course," Shiraishi couldn't help laughing, "You can also play by yourself."

Zhu Yuanyuan pursed her lips when she heard this and protested uncomfortably, "What? I'm such a big man, how can I like to play?"

"Yes, yes, Yuanyuan is an adult and doesn't like little pottery people," Baishi agreed seriously. His big hands never stopped, pinching out a big-headed cub in two or two strokes.

Zhu Yuanyuan, "..."