Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, wild geese are flying south. Autumn is a season of depression and a season of harvest. Flowers wither and fruits take shape. There are some special fruits that will ripen ahead of time, so everyone can pick them.

Fang Rong followed the main force to the next tribe, the lion tribe.

Both leopards and lions are also large carnivores. Before the winter, the two tribes would not fight each other. They would only attack each other when there was no food.

The lion troop will also migrate in a certain season, and now they will exchange with them in advance for the supplies, clothes, or salt they bring.

Salt is something that any race would need, but the Lion Tribe relied on being better than leopards, and the price was so high that the patriarch couldn't do it, so it was temporarily consumed here.

The Leopard Tribe needs materials to continue on. If the price is too low, they can’t continue to go to the next tribe. The Lion Tribe needs the salt and specialties they brought between them.

Fang Rong relaxed for a few days, hunting on other people's territory is not allowed, so Fang Hua also relaxed for a few days, and followed him to do business together.

So the business is to buy wine. The fruit wine he brewed has matured, and there are several large bottles. I thought that such a rare thing would sell well, but I didn't expect that no one bought it at all.

He opened the lid of the wine bottle, and the aroma was overflowing, but no one bought it.

Maybe everyone thinks it is a strange taste, after all, I have never drank it, and the price is not cheap.

Because it has been brewed for a long time, so few bottles are released in two or three months, so Fang Rong doesn't want to be cheap.

Of course, even if he is cheap, people will not buy it.

Fang Rongchou's hair turned white, "Why is there no business?"

Fang Hua nestled in the wicker chair, lazily showing his head, and holding a fan made of dried leaves in his hand.

Although it is autumn, it is still a little hot when it is not raining or windy. He still wears an apron around his neck, acting as the waiter of the shop.

The rattan chair and fan were all hand-woven by himself. It was not good-looking the first time, but it was more practical.

It was originally made for Fang Rong, because Fang Rong's buttocks are always uncomfortable. When sitting on a chair, he often changes his position and twists his buttocks. Fang Hua saw it and kept it in his heart. The ugly and short rattan chair was huddled inside all day long, and Fang Rong didn't even have time to sit on it.

He is in a hurry to get angry every day, worrying about eating and drinking, how can he be in the mood to sit?

Under normal circumstances, it is he who walks around, Fang Hua sits calmly in the wicker chair, and presses on him when he is tired, showing off his affection.

Fang Hua stood up, took off the apron, and put it on Fang Rong, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Yeah." Fang Rong couldn't get excited, and after much deliberation, he couldn't think of a good way, so he just sat in a chair and ate snacks.

It was dried meat or something. He suddenly became enlightened while eating, and remembered that the wine was not selling well during the meal, and most of the vegetables were selling quickly.

"Yes, you can sell vegetables!" How stupid.

He was a chef in the first place, if he didn't give full play to his skills, he would sell liquor, and there would be few people drinking baijiu in modern times, let alone the beastman world.

Fang Rong seemed to have a sudden enlightenment. He took out the pot, prepared all kinds of seasonings, and there was still some meat in the space, which was basically eaten and refrigerated.

Because autumn is here, it can be stored for a while.

Fang Rong decided to make one or two dishes for everyone to try, and buy them if they taste good.

Cooking is his forte, and before he finished cooking, many people gathered around curiously, wanting to see what kind of medicine he bought in his gourd.

When he was done, suddenly several people came over, all of them showed bad looks, with blue nose and swollen eyes.

Fang Rong was taken aback, thinking he was here to find fault, but Fang Hua was not there, so he was going to suffer by himself?In any case, it's serious to pack up your things quickly.

As soon as he moved the wine bottle, he suddenly pressed it with one hand, "I bought this bottle."

"This..." Fang Rong was not sure, "Are you sure?"

"Hmm." The man covered his bruised eyes, his tone aggrieved, "How many catties of meat?"

"Even I love you is fifty catties of meat." In fact, even the bottle is fifty catties of meat.

"Huh?" The male stared wide-eyed, "You...you love me?"

He blushed, his ears trembled, and the tip of his tail trembled.

"Yeah, even I love you." Fang Rong didn't know why, so he looked at him suspiciously, with an expression on his face?

The male's neck turned red this time, and he hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak, but his tail began to wave, and he floated sneakily on the temporary wooden board, wrapping around Shang Rong's wrist.

Fang Rong's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, I just came out to sell wine, not my body.

He struggled a bit, and the plank was wobbly. This plank was originally their bed plank, but it was erected because it was convenient, and the bottom was built with wooden stakes. Fang Hua was lazy and only built four, usually ten. will be stable.

There was still wine on the wooden board, Fang Rong didn't dare to struggle too much, for fear of spoiling the wine, so he was a little restrained.

However, his ability is to fetch objects from a distance, and it is silent, so it is not a problem to tease some of this male.

A smile curled up at the corner of Fang Rong's mouth, just as he was about to use his ability, a piece of thin ice suddenly shot towards him, with sharp and transparent edges, shining coldly in the sun, and flew towards it with a whoosh.

The male was vigilant and dodged instinctively. The thin ice brushed his tail and nailed it to the signboard next to him.

In order to attract business, it is natural to have a signboard. Fang Rong's signboard is very simple. He painted a big jar with a fragrance and color on it.

The male took a step back, turned into his original form, and looked vigilantly at the place where Han Bing shot.

Fang Hua pushed through the crowd and stood out. For some reason, when the males saw him, there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

One of them pulled the male whose tail was almost shot off, threw a cloth bag from his back, and left with a big barrel of wine bottle in his arms.

The cloth bag was heavy and heavy, Fang Rong had a hard time catching it, and almost fell down. When he opened it, he saw that there was meat inside, and it looked like it weighed fifty or sixty catties.

Make big!

Generally speaking, those who do business will ask a high price, and if they are not satisfied, they will counter-offer, so Fang Rong offered a high price, but in fact he was waiting to bargain with others. Unexpectedly, he gave away ten catties of meat without bargaining.

He is very satisfied, that is, the customer doesn't seem very happy, so he probably won't become a repeat customer, right?

"It's open?" Fang Hua went around the board and walked to the back, "What should I do to smell good?"

Fang Rong pretended to put the meat under the wooden board, but actually put it into the space and continued to cook, "I don't think there is much business in selling wine, so I made a few dishes."

He used the most common rabbit meat, as well as some beef and mutton, and made a few home-cooked stir-fries, as well as a sausage. Because the taste was so delicious, people came to ask from time to time.

Fang Hua took the initiative to take over the job of entertaining and bargaining with the guests.

"One bowl of three catties of meat."

The word a bowl is quite strange, Fang Rong thought he was talking about one, and couldn't help kicking him, "Why is it so expensive?"

(;[-]_[-]), "I'll sell it, Fang Rong can go home and rest."

Fang Rong was furious, "You still think I'm in the way?"

"No." Fang Hua coaxed him, "Fang Rong is too tired, take a rest."

"I'll just sit here and rest." Fang Rong glared at him.

"Then Fang Rong will sleep for a while." Fang Hua moved a chair and hugged an animal fur blanket, the furry kind on both sides.

Fang Rong waved it away, "I won't sleep."

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, Fang Hua was hiding something from him.

But he didn't know what it was.

"By the way." Fang Hua seemed to think of something, "Baza asked you to study medicine with him, do you want to go?"

Study medicine?

It was rare for Bazaar to take the initiative to call him, and it seemed a pity not to go.

Forget it, let this guy go.

Fang Rong tidied up, got up to look for Bazaar, and gave Fang Hua a look before leaving, "Sell it well, don't make any mistakes, I want to see the meat tonight."

"Yeah, yeah." Fang Hua nodded and watched him leave.

The Bazaar was not far from where the tribe was temporarily stationed, so Fang Rong found it easily.

He can basically communicate normally now, and he can understand what others say. Although he can't write yet, it doesn't hinder his study of medicine.

Bazaar saw his eyes light up, "It happens to be very busy today, and there is not enough manpower."

Fang Rong smiled softly, "Aren't I here? What do you want me to do?"

Bazaar pointed to the corner, "There is still one more medicine to grind, so go grind the medicine."

"Yeah." Fang Rong nodded.

He is very good at grinding medicine, technical work, and he can use it all at once, but when no one is around, there are still a few students here, Fang Rong doesn't want to expose his abilities.

He was halfway through grinding and found that there was no bowl. Bazah happened to be standing where there was a bowl, so he simply called out to him, "Bazaar, help me get one and sleep with me, I miss you."

"Huh?" Baza looked at him with a strange expression. He has been molested by Fang Rong a lot recently. Why do I like you, I really love you, can I touch you?Frivolous words like this come out endlessly, and they come again today.

Baza looked him up and down, although Fang Rong was really good, with healthy and beautiful wheat-colored skin, and handsome facial features, but he was a female.

"Fang Rong." Bazaar decided to make it clear to him, "Although I really like you, but you are a female, it is impossible for us to be together, no one will agree."

There are only a few females, so how could it be possible for them to digest internally.

Fang Rong was at a loss, so I asked you to get a bowl, what do you mean by a big lump?

He pointed to the bowl, "Well, hold it for me."

Baza's eyes widened, he looked at him and then at the bowl, sighed helplessly, and handed him the bowl.

Fang Rong took it over and took a look, "Sleep with me with this, it's pretty nice to miss you."

He was originally trying to adjust the atmosphere, but he always felt that something was wrong with Bazaar's eyes, as if he was being tricked.

"You don't look very good." Fang Rong shook the bowl, "This one will sleep with me, is there anything special about missing you?"

He thought that this bowl meant something special to Bazaar.

Baza looked at him suspiciously, and slept with me one at a time, what does it mean to shake the bowl after missing you?

He pointed to the bowl, "οεμκπζθε." Bowl.

What does "οεμκπζθε?" mean?Don't you want to talk about the pattern on the bowl?

"λεμιθεπκοεμκπζθε, θεπεθκκκκ." This is called a bowl, not that I like you.

"λεμιθεπκοεμκπζθε, θεπεθκκκκ?" λεμιθεπκ is the meaning of this name, what is οεμκπζθε?

Don't call it a bowl? οεμκπζθε?

Fang Rong was surprised. He pointed to the straw shed above his head, "Does this make me love you so much?"

Baza looked at him wanting to cry, "This is called a grass shed."

"What about this?" Fang Rong pointed to the ground, he remembered that this was called to roll a bed sheet.

"This is the ground." Baza stomped his feet, "λιμιοκμεκ."

"λιμιοκμεk?" Fang Rong was completely confused.

Finally, he realized that something was wrong. It turned out that Fang Hua, the little bastard, had lied to him so much!

I owe a beating!

Let him lose face for so many days!

Fang Rong got angry and couldn't calm down, so he went out on the spot with a knife.

Baza was worried, and followed him and tried to persuade him, don't be impulsive, because if you get angry, your health will be bad, and you will get wrinkles and so on.

Fang Rong shook his head, "I'm not impulsive, I'm not human when I'm impulsive!"

(▼Ware▼#).