Xuanwu Rebirth Diary

Although he was ashamed, Yue Liang got his wish and got the barnacles.

The stone pot was placed on the bonfire, and the water was put into the barnacles before it boiled, a few pieces of ginger were cut and thrown in, and some fragrant leaves.Ginger was found in the forest in Tibet. Yueliang even found a few lemon trees, picked them to make dipping sauce, and the taste was amazing.

The barnacles by the sea rocks have not been picked for tens of thousands of years, and they have become extremely fat now. Yueliang pried open the barnacles with a knife, picked out the barnacle meat, dipped in a little lemon juice and crushed pandan leaves , Suck it in with a sip, and the umami taste bursts in the mouth when chewing, and it is not fishy at all.

Yue Liang was on the verge of tears, "I feel like I've been resurrected for so long, and I've only had a serious meal now."

Wrapped in a blanket of animal hair, with his long, thick hair not completely dry, he was sitting by the window boiling barnacles.

There is a stone platform under the window, which is the sarcophagus they lay on at the beginning. It is turned upside down and the bottom is flat, just right for people to sit on. In the middle is a large stone furnace with a square wide mouth. Put bowls on the small table; the bottom of the stove is the leftover plant ash, take a few pieces of firewood and a few sections of dead vines to light, put a stone pot on top, and you can make a good meal in the house.

The Xuanwu people like to eat hot food. This kind of surrounding stove was very common in the previous life, and it has continued until now. Almost every pair of Xuanwu family has a surrounding stove.

Tai Yang was sitting opposite him, only wearing a coat, eating in silence, with a lot of barnacle shells piled up on hand.

It seems that Dijun was also captured by the barnacles.

According to Yueliang's consistent style, he will definitely take out so many delicacies and share them, and he will also bring the younger generation to pick them, so as to expand the recipes in the family.

But today he fell into the water and was watched by crowds, and his own emperor was seen without clothes. He was very angry, so he ate alone.

The aroma of boiling barnacles wafted out of the window, with the smell of firewood, leisurely filling the whole tribe.

There was Xuanwu who went out to work, passed by the ancestor's house downstairs and couldn't help swallowing, curiously wanted to look up, but was afraid of offending the ancestor, so he had to speed up and pass.

Thanks to Yue Liang's efforts, none of Xuanwu saw them fall into the water that day, nor did they hear about his butt being pinched.

Tai Yang glanced at the little mysterious beast passing by downstairs, helped Yue Liang pull out the crab claws, and said to him, "Ah Liang, you found too much food, the attic will not be able to fit it."

The crops planted on the hill had harvested twice, Tai Yang used a little magic to make them grow wildly, and the yield was very impressive.

Yueliang is fighting the big crabs, and the crab legs are delicious with a little lemon juice.

He smacked his lips and said, "Okay, starting tomorrow I will put all the finished air-dried meat into the mine. The mine environment is good, and it will be sealed when it snows, and it can last for a long time."

Tai Yang smiled and handed him the peeled crab claws.

"It's getting hotter."

It was about autumn, and the temperature began to fluctuate. It continued to be hot for several days, and then a heavy rain came suddenly, which lowered the temperature. This is always the case in autumn.

The work in the mine has stabilized, and Yue Liang handed over the management of the salt fields to Shun Cang, while Wu Sui took care of the mine.

Black marrow worked hard, did not go home for two days out of three days, and was busy stockpiling spiritual streams in the mine, almost half as much as sitting on the mountain, and cast them into the shape of a gourd with quenched slag, and poured the refined Lingliu is sealed and stored in batches for deployment and use by the clan.

As an elder, he was so competent that he occasionally had time to go home and hug his Four Treasures. The Four Treasures almost didn't recognize him as Father God.

Jing Zhe felt a little distressed, "Why don't I tell the ancestor god to change me to the mine?"

Wu Sui lay on his back, put the Four Treasures on his stomach, and shook happily. After thinking about it, he still refused the proposal.

"Forget it, everyone doesn't know how to build the salt fields, and you need your help there. I just need to manage the mine well and not cause trouble for you."

They were basking in the sun on the moss in front of their house. The six members of the family turned their stomachs and moved their little paws occasionally, which was very pleasant.

The scene was magnificent.

Shun Cang passed by at this time, stopped his hurried steps, walked over, picked up Sibao, and asked with a smile, "How is Sibao today? Did you go to say hello to the ancestor god?"

Sibao let out a cry, with a thin voice, and his short, fat tail was wagging happily.

Wu Sui asked, "Patriarch, where are you going?"

"Go to the Six-Winged God, Yantian needs a few helpers." Shun Cang teased the little Sibao with an uncontrollably happy expression on his face.

Jing Zhe was a little perplexed, although repairing the salt fields required physical work, it required careful workmanship, and the Six-Winged God was not suitable.

I don't know what the patriarch thought of this.

But the Six-Winged God still passed away. Headed by Azazel, they hang out under Shun Cang's eyes every day, and the two clans get along fairly well.

Half a month later, the seaside salt field was finally built, and Yueliang also successfully produced air-dried meat. At noon, it was taken to the top of the mine to bask in the sun and air-dried. A cellar was dug to hide it.

Yue Liang took back some cotton from the hill, estimated the weight, enough to make a soft cushion.

But he can't play cotton, and this matter was finally taken over by Zangli.

Zang Li said, "I know a little bit of everything. When I was retiring in the early years, Dong Qin always taught me to use magic to make these things. After I finished them, I would bring them back and return them to His Highness?"

After Yue Liang returned, he would say to Tai Yang, "Why do you all use spells, then life in the wilderness will be no fun."

Tai Yang asked him a very serious question, "You can sleep on a warm quilt by consuming a little spiritual power, and you can make a quilt only by making a quilt after being in the cold for several days, which one would Ah Liang choose?"

Yue Liang was afraid of the cold, so he immediately gave up his position, "Well, it's not impossible, as long as you can live well."

The weather is getting more and more repeated, which indicates that winter is coming.

In the middle of autumn, the Xuanwu people stocked up on winter food, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief, and they didn't have to work as hard as they did a few days ago.

Towards the end of autumn, an unexpected visitor came to the western plain.

It was a huge black dog, about one foot high and one and a half feet long, with scarlet eyes, four paws on fire, and flames floating around its body.

This dog's name is Huo Dou, and like plague ghost and drought demon, it is a product of the dark side of the Great Desolation. Its evil fire can burn the spirit body, and every time it appears, it heralds disaster and fire disaster.

Fu Dou came to the plain at night. As soon as he stepped in, the withered grass on the plain immediately burst into flames, and in a short while it became a raging wildfire.

The plains in autumn are too dry, the fire is out of control, and the animals have nowhere to escape. The fire is full of charred corpses, and the rats hiding in the ground are also forced to drill down by the high temperature, but they are completely inferior to the fire The speed of burning, was roasted alive in the cave.

Even the birds in mid-air couldn't fly out, surrounded by heat waves, as long as they got close, their feathers would start to burn. At a glance, all kinds of birds fell like raindrops. After a quarter of an hour after the fire started, almost There is no living thing.

The whole area was like a piece of red-hot coal. The vegetation became more and more lush as it went west. The fire quickly spread towards the giant tree Mizusawa, and the flames soared into the sky.

What is even more shocking is that the water level of the water lake has continued to drop since autumn, and it has almost dried up recently. At this time, it cannot withstand such a big fire.

The scorched black and red fire gnawed at the trunk of the giant tree, and the criss-crossing vines in the forest became the best fuel at this time, bringing the fire into the forest.

The bright fire was like purgatory, and countless hands were stretched out, and they came to the gate of the Xuanwu tribe.

The first person to discover that something was wrong was an old mysterious beast in the clan. He just came back from the seaside with a basket of salt on his back.

But he was too old and exhausted, and before he could run to the gate of the tribe, he was swept into the fire by a whirlwind and burned like a piece of paper.

The fire crackled the trees and vines at the gate of the clan, sparks burst out, and the temperature was horribly high. The Xuanwu who were sleeping in the rattan house were awakened. When they opened the door, the surroundings were already engulfed in flames, and they were frightened immediately.

Shuncang ran across every road and knocked hard on the door of every rattan house, "Wake up! Everyone, don't panic! Take Yaoyao, leave the back of the village immediately, and go to the water!"

"Run away, don't take anything!"

The Xuanwu escaped from the burned village one by one, and fled desperately to the surface of the water in the flames. The vines under their claws were already terribly hot.

Looking down, even the few remaining puddles have been dried up a lot, and the entire giant tree water pool seems to have ushered in the end.

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