So the next day, when I woke up from the confusion in the cave, my nose was shaking, and all I could smell was a tempting fragrance that I had never smelled before.

What does this taste like?

It smells so good!

She followed the smell and then saw the big iron pot set up by Cheng Zhiyuan on the stove.

The iron pot was shaking, and the unconcealable fragrance rose from it. I had never seen that kind of thing before. The big iron pot was black, and because Cheng Zhiyuan was not very skilled, it was barely a circle.

It’s already good that the one who didn’t beat the square is already hammered out with his fists.

Dong!

Soon, under Wang Jiong's gaze, Cheng Zhiyuan put down the big pot, obviously already making delicious food. The stone pot that Cheng Zhiyuan had hit with his fist yesterday was out of favor before it was put on the stove.

I was sent to the cold palace and stood by, and I guess I could only use it as a basin in the future.

Jin Cancan, Huang Chengcheng, a bowl of fried rice appeared in this era in an inappropriate way.

The production of this thing is very simple. For Cheng Zhiyuan, it is not easy to steal a cat overnight?

The source of eggs and oil is also very easy. As a decent mountain god, digging bird nests is a basic operation... After all, as soon as the dragon power and the divine power are released, the birds flying in the sky are frightened to death and crawl down immediately.

Put the bird's nest on the tree, don't ask, our mountain god wants to dig the bird's nest, and never see how tall your bird's nest is. They just pull the tree directly.

Solve the problem from the root, and if the problem cannot be solved, then solve the bird that lays the egg.

But to say that, last night, Cheng Zhiyuan didn't really go to pull the tree. He just found a not-so-looking nest on a big tree, but the nest was quite big and there were a lot of eggs inside.

Cheng Zhiyuan took one of the seven big eggs away, but didn't take too much.

"This egg is OK, but the egg is still delicious... It's a pity, where is the chicken..."

Cheng Zhiyuan took a bite and smacked his lips. He felt that the eggs of the unknown bird were much worse than those of the eggs. Unfortunately, there were no chickens in Nanyu Mountain.

As for the oil, it was a bamboo rat that was picked up from the bamboo forest in the first half of the night.

"This bamboo rat looks very fat and just slept halfway. Why not..."

The poor bamboo rat was sleeping to death, but was caught for no reason, and then inexplicably turned into oil in the pot.

There are both oil and eggs. As for the scallion, there is really no such thing as scallion, so don’t put it. Instead, add a little oil residue refined by bamboo rats. Although the effect is not as good as pork, it is not as much as pork.

, but don't be picky in this case.

Eating meat is the greatest happiness.

Looking at the back, my eyes were straightened. Of course, Cheng Zhiyuan served her a bowl of it very "concerned". After all, this person is now his first "people". If he wants to restore the Shenpengma to its verdant as soon as possible, then he must

We need to open the gap from Lian Wu's house and let the people at the foot of the mountain know that we can add two eggs to fried rice.

Right, you see, no other tribes don’t have fried rice.

Then, as expected, he instantly fell to this bowl of yellow fried rice. Seeing that the food was about to cry, he felt like he was suffering and he felt that he had ended his bitterness. Cheng Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel countless feelings arose in his heart.

This era is still hard. A bowl of fried rice made this girl feel that her life has reached its peak. Moreover, the fried rice is a copycat version, after all, it is not used for eggs...

The egg you're thinking about...

“Woooooooooooo…”

The girl was crying while eating, and the tears as big as beans lay down from the corners of her eyes. After so many days of torture, she ended up being like this. It was both joyful and worthless. Of course, it was more happiness after the disaster.

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The girl ate two bowls, then quickly wiped away her tears, sobbed, and gradually returned to normal, but this time she laughed happily.

It was at this time that the spore that had been taken by Cheng Zhiyuan and had already made a small stone pot plant. The spore that had grown before suddenly cracked, and then a small, tender and light green leaf slowly unfolded.

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes had moved to the Shenpengma, and he knew this change in his heart.

Happiness or happiness, joy? It seems that it is almost the same.

This change is obvious.

In short, letting Lian Yun identify with him is the first step, and then letting the people under his rule have a sense of happiness. This is the second step?

At present, it seems that Miss Wang is a good experimental subject...well, a good witch.

"Look, I've never eaten anything so delicious..."

The girl was excited at this moment. At this moment, she initially asked the shadow as a sacrifice.

This is a good thing for the girl himself or Cheng Zhiyuan.

"Eat enough and wear warm clothes, but the meal cannot be filled in at once, and the clothes cannot be luxurious from the beginning. It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality."

Cheng Zhiyuan estimated that just fried rice with eggs was captured, which was a good start. However, although this could also capture other tribes, for the productivity of this era, add an egg every time and make some

Oil residue is still a bit luxurious.

"The productivity cannot keep up... Well... I must raise chickens, and I can catch insects..."

Cheng Zhiyuan asked for it, and the answer he got was of course there, but he had never tried to do this.

Of course, the breeding intensity in this era could not keep up. From Wang's mouth, Cheng Zhiyuan learned again that the food he moved to the mountain yesterday was all the food for their tribe for a long time.

The era was primitive, and I could not dig canals, relied on mountains and rivers to eat water. The rice planting technology was backward and harvested every year. In addition, the previous migration, many of the tribes who knew the technology had died, and the inheritance was almost interrupted.

Cheng Zhiyuan was speechless. He thought they had a good harvest here before, but he didn't expect that this was not the case at all.

After blinking, Cheng Zhiyuan felt it was necessary to conduct a series of subtle training for Wang first.

However, there were roughly crafted copper shackles on Wang's feet, which showed that Lian Wu had entered the Bronze Age.

In this way, it will be very convenient to have many things.

The witch is the spokesperson of God. The appearance of God himself will reduce his majesty, although Cheng Zhiyuan only does short-term work...

In short, this era is that if you are truly gods, you may not be as good as a witch. If you use any skill, you may be scared away.

Either too much or lack awe, the work cannot be carried out.

Cheng Zhiyuan grinned his teeth, but this time, Wang was not afraid, but smiled embarrassedly.

Lian Wushi is indeed very weak.

It is normal for Lord Shan God to look down on him.

But now it seems a little different.

...

On a huge, low old sycamore tree, the yellow divine bird flapped its wings and made a loud cry.

This kind of bird calls chicks, lives only on the sycamore tree, eats only the fruits of bamboo, and drinks only the clear mountain springs.

One of the phoenixes is the neighbor of the Nanyu Mountain God.

Yesterday, the young man went out for a while, but was not in the nest, and rushed to other hills.

As a result, I came back this morning and it was the current situation.

It stared at the bird's eyes and was furious.

【“Where is my egg?”】
Chapter completed!