Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

As fugitive slaves, the Fox Hill orcs thought they would face the heaviest and dirtiest work. Even so, they accepted this arrangement in their hearts because they were fugitive slaves.

The captured fugitive slaves were the lowest-ranking group even among the slaves.

Now, not only did they enter the city and get a straw mat, the things they had robbed on their backs were not confiscated, and they were also led by their respective captains to line up in front of a huge building.

The aroma of food wafted to every corner of the cafeteria. You could tell with your toes that this was the place where food was distributed.

Some people thought that the city was very exquisite. Even the dining place had a special house, and there were tables and benches. I don’t know how the tables and benches were made so long. They looked like stone but not stone, and were gray.

Mao Fei had already eaten breakfast, but he couldn't help sniffing. He could see clearly that what he ate was almost the same as what he ate, which was cabbage soup and a chestnut potato.

The orcs in the Huaxia tribe are really good at cooking. They can turn the simplest ingredients into something extraordinary and delicious.

Unlike others who wanted to pour the food into their mouths in one gulp, Yan maintained good eating etiquette.

Mao Fei held her chin up, looked at him, and smiled with her lips pursed.

Yan pushed the bowl towards Mao Fei and said, "Drink the soup."

Mao Fei was stunned, and his ears suddenly felt hot. "I've eaten, you eat."

The cabbage soup smells delicious, but there is more water than cabbage. For a girl as big as Yan, this amount of food is not enough to fill her up.

After Hou Xian finished making soup for an orc, he let out a long breath and nervously wiped the sweat from his palms on his animal skin skirt.

She was secretly happy about her own progress. She used to be nervous and scared when facing strange orcs, but now she was much better. She cheered herself up in her heart.

Qiao Xin leaned her hands on the concrete fence on the second floor and looked down. She immediately saw Hou Xian standing in the clean kitchen window making soup. She recognized this pretty and shy little female.

Hou Xian looked over and saw Qiao Xin smiling brightly and waving at her. She smiled shyly in return and tucked the fallen hair behind her ear.

The cafeteria was filled with the sounds of people slurping soup and eating chestnuts and potatoes.

They really didn't expect to get food again.

I thought they would only have one meal every two or three days, just like they did in Fox Hill.

The orcs who were queuing up became visibly anxious, stretching their necks as if they were afraid that the food would have been distributed all by the time it was their turn.

But no one dared to snatch or make a fuss, not to mention the reserved but terrifying male orc standing upstairs, even the captain beside him kept telling them that anyone who dared not follow the rules and line up would be killed.

They all knew that this "killing" was real death, not a joke.

Fists are only used to suppress certain tendencies, while food is used to win people's hearts. With these two approaches, we can make this group of people obedient.

The team in front had already finished eating, and Yan's teammates licked the bottom of their bowls clean, making them cleaner than their faces.

Mao Fei took them to the place where dishes were washed. "After eating, everyone must clean their bowls and take them away. From now on, these are the bowls you will use for eating. If anyone is unhygienic and does not wash the bowls before and after eating, the orcs who serve meals will not provide food, even if you exchange them for work points."

The team members looked incredulous. This was a pottery bowl, but they were allowed to take it away. Even in the Fire Fox Hill clan leader's lineage, not everyone could use the pottery bowl. They hurried forward and carefully cleaned the pottery bowl that belonged to them.

Like cleaning the most precious treasure.

There are now more than thirty tile kilns in Black Stone City, and only one kiln is needed to produce enough pottery bowls for their current use.

This group of people just happened to catch the newly-baked pottery bowls. Soon, other people who had previously used stone bowls or wooden bowls could go to the warehouse to collect two pottery bowls as their personal property.

Yan raised his eyebrows. The leadership structure of Black Rock City is too big!

He touched his chin and asked, "Is this bowl for sale?"

Mao Fei explained to him, "Every time you eat, you must use the tribe's pottery bowls to eat. If anyone does not have a pottery bowl, they will not be served."

The tribe does this just to eliminate those people with bad intentions who want to engage in reselling.

The other team members pricked up their ears and listened to the rules.

Yan washed the bowl in her hand, and Mao Fei led them back to their respective straw mats. "Rest now. When you hear the first whistle, everyone must get up quickly and rush to the work place before the second whistle sounds."

After giving instructions, Mao Fei took Yan back to his tent and took out a whole steamed bun from the box. "Brother Yan, eat it."

A bowl of cabbage soup and a chestnut potato were not enough to fill him up. Mao Fei was very glad that he had saved a steamed bun from the morning as a food allowance for the captain.

"Where are we going to work?" Yan didn't bother to be polite with Mao Fei and took the steamed bun.

Mao Fei watched him eat. He liked Brother Yan who was not polite to him like this. This made him feel that their relationship had not become unfamiliar after five years of sharing.

Mao Fei poured a bowl of water from the pottery jar and handed it to Yan, "It's a bit choking to eat dry steamed buns, drink some water."

"We went to mix sand today, but in fact most people went to mix mud and sand, move bricks, carry mud and sand, and build houses."

Yan ate the soft steamed bun in a few bites without wasting the crumbs on his hand. Food would be cherished no matter where it was in the Orc Continent. "Are they those standing white buildings?"

Yan had been to the Beast God City, where there were also many stone houses, but there were definitely no houses as tall as this!

There is no such white appearance as this.

Mao Fei nodded, as if he knew what Yan wanted to know. "Those buildings can be built so high because of a very hard material, a material that cannot be broken by claws and teeth. It is black and only as thick as a thumb, but very heavy."

Mao Fei pricked up his ears and listened for a while. After making sure that no one was eavesdropping, he leaned close to Yan's ear and said, "I heard that this material is called iron."

Mao Fei and Mao Bai used to be orcs from the nearby cat tribe. Later they were captured by the Rock Dog Tribe and handed over to the Jackals of Blackrock City. Although he had never seen iron tools, he had heard Yan talk about them.

Yan did not ask any more questions. The iron tools controlled by the Beast God Temple, which were not circulated in the Orc Continent, were actually widely used in buildings here. He suddenly remembered what he had overheard from the Jackals and Fire Foxes. The original intention of building Black Stone City and Black Thorn City was entirely to prevent the blasphemer who had abandoned the Beast God from appearing again.

He didn't dwell on it any further. The world was already in chaos, and Lang Rui would surely be able to get a piece of the pie, or even a big piece, on his own.

Moreover, Black Rock City dared to let them participate. Even if you learned how to build houses, you would not be able to build houses like theirs. After all, the core technology is definitely in the hands of their own people, and others can only learn the basics. Take things like iron tools. The Beast God Temple has been using them for more than 300 years, and no race has been able to imitate them so far.

Based on his understanding of Lang Rui, he would eat the meat himself and wouldn't mind others sharing some of the soup.

Mao Fei swept his bedding to remove the dust. Actually, he swept it every day and there was no dust, but he did it just because he thought so. "Brother Yan, you should take a rest!" Before he finished speaking, his ears were stained with a layer of rouge.

Yan's eyes fell on his ears and were instantly distracted by the heat. The last time they met, they separated quickly and did not stay in the same room for a long time. Ambiguity spread in the room.

His Adam's apple slid, "Okay."

Mao Fei watched Yan lie down. He sat on the edge of the bed, swallowed, and didn't know where to look. His face was getting hotter and hotter.

Should he sleep or not? If he slept, would Brother Yan misunderstand him as a dissolute person?

"Don't you want to sleep?" The voice was hoarse but stirring.

Mao Fei felt like he was about to burn up. No matter whether it was forced or voluntary, he had experienced this kind of thing many times, but none of them made him blush and his heart beat as fast as this time.

"sleep."

Mao Fei's heart was beating like a drum, and he lay beside Yan.

Yan turned sideways, stretched out his hand, held Mao Fei in his chest, and rubbed his neck, "Go to sleep, you still have to work in the afternoon."

Mao Fei's no longer delicate hands covered the back of Yan's broad hands, he hummed softly and closed his eyes.

He fell asleep after a while.