"When I was holding my nerve and planting all those blood oats, the old witch doctor almost blew my head off. He said that elixirs are not easy to cultivate. If we plant them so roughly, nothing will be harvested...
"
"The result, hehe..."
Pi Ling Bao smiled proudly.
"What happened?"
"Hey, it turns out that after the old man saw the blood oats sprouting, he stayed there all day long, holding his big stick and watching. As long as he came closer to his land, he would roar at him, just like
A moon-whispering demon wolf that has given birth to cubs."
"Go all out to provide the essence and blood of low-level ferocious beasts to cultivate those blood oats. It will only take about a month and a half to harvest, right?"
Pihu's eyes brightened, but his face was still a little confused.
"There is so much blood from the prey. Bringing all the prey back is enough for the tribe to eat. Why bother?"
"But what if we don't bring back the prey, but only the blood and essence of the prey?"
Pihu has obviously never thought about this problem. For the tribe, prey is the most precious and indispensable food.
Sometimes they risked their lives to bring back the prey, but they never thought of abandoning the prey. He was stunned for a moment.
The patriarch's cloudy eyes lit up and he said decisively: "This is a very good idea."
Hunters often don't need much effort to capture prey, but transporting the prey back to the tribe is the most difficult and troublesome thing.
The bloody smell of prey is likely to attract powerful beasts in the wilderness, and the huge prey is inconvenient for tribal hunters to carry.
Therefore, tribal hunters often choose prey of appropriate size when hunting, and never rashly choose prey that is too huge.
For tribal hunters, huge prey will not be a huge harvest, but will become a huge burden.
And if the body of the prey is thrown away, each hunter can easily collect the essence and blood of dozens of prey as long as the most active essence and blood is in the prey.
After all, the hunters in the tribe are best at attacking together. If they do not consider obtaining food for the tribe, they can choose lone ferocious beasts to attack.
It is almost certain that several people will besiege a ferocious beast. As long as they stay in the wilderness for a while, the blood essence collected will be huge.
The essence and blood of each ferocious beast is no more than the size of a fist when condensed together. The essence and blood of dozens of ferocious beasts are extremely convenient for hunters to carry and will not be too troublesome.
"You can try this method, but if you want to harvest blood oats quickly, you still need to send a team of people to hunt normally. Otherwise, with the tribe's current food consumption rate, it will be difficult to wait for the blood oats to mature."
After thinking deeply, Pihu nodded in agreement. Just thinking about the food that was about to be discarded, he felt his heart aching.
Catching prey just for that ball of essence and blood is simply a waste. The tribe has never done this before, and they don't dare to think about doing such a thing.
"Then there's only one problem."
Tang Xuanming looked at the Piling Leopard with a smile: "Is it feasible to water the blood oats with the blood of ferocious beasts? Can the blood oats be matured in advance?"
Pi Lingbao scratched his head and said a little embarrassed: "I'm not sure about this."
Tang Xuanming frowned, and Pi Lingbao immediately added: "But the old witch doctor must know that he is often responsible for planting blood oats, and he was the first to bury the entrails of ferocious beasts under the blood oat seedlings.
from."
"Well! Let's ask the witch doctor."
Tang Xuanming did not expect that the witch doctors in the tribe would one day change their jobs and become farmers, and they seemed to be doing very well.
At least many of the methods of planting and cultivating were beyond his imagination.
In this damn place, the agricultural talent of the big foodie empire is completely wrong, and many times he feels that he is not up to his ability.
The Pierent Leopard left like a gust of wind, and soon came back with a witch doctor holding a big stick beside him.
"Boy, are you looking for me? Tell me if you have anything to do. I still have to take care of my baby bump."
The old witch doctor had an impatient look on his face, but when he heard that Tang Xuanming was going to use the blood of ferocious beasts to water the blood oats, his eyes stood up and his eyes were shining, and he directly held Tang Xuanming's hand.
He said with an impassioned expression: "Boy... no, little brother Tang, what do you want to ask? I will definitely tell you everything I know."
When he was excited, he even used the idioms that Tang Xuanming had recently taught those naughty children to say.
Tang Xuanming didn't mean to blame this bad old man. He wished that someone would farm the land for him. Such a dedicated old man was a great thing. He didn't feel any discomfort with a little disrespectful words.
Most of the people in the tribe talk like this, and in fact they don't have any bad intentions.
"I want to know if watering the blood oats directly with the blood of ferocious beasts can make the blood oats ripen in advance?"
"No way."
The old witch doctor decisively rejected Tang Xuanming's idea: "The growth of blood oats does require the blood of ferocious beasts, but watering it directly with blood essence is too strong, just like the group of immature naughty children in the tribe cannot eat it directly.
It’s like the flesh of a ferocious beast.”
"That will make the blood oats wither."
In order to facilitate Tang Xuanming's understanding, the old witch doctor also used a very vivid example.
Although the naughty children in the tribe who are over five years old are now able to carry a cauldron and have the strength of the Ant Emperor, they must eat the meat of ferocious beasts every day to maintain their lives.
But Tang Xuanming still easily understood the words of the old witch doctor.
Just when he thought this road was dead and was about to think of other ways, the old witch doctor said again: "But if little brother Tang has the essence and blood of the ferocious beast, you can give it all to me."
The old witch doctor rubbed his hands in front of him and leaned forward slightly, looking a little eager.
"Why do you want the blood of ferocious beasts?"
The old witch doctor laughed dryly, like a night owl crying: "Although the essence and blood of ferocious beasts cannot be irrigated directly, it can be mixed with water. It is also very useful for cultivating blood oats."
Tang Xuanming's eyes brightened, and knowing that this road was feasible, he turned around and discussed with Pihu about going out hunting with the hunting team.
His legs took a step forward, but he didn't move away. When he looked down, he saw the old witch doctor's thick arms pulling him, but he didn't let him go.
"What are you doing?"
Tang Xuanming looked helpless.
The old witch doctor pushed his huge pillar to the side and said rogue: "Where is the blood essence of the ferocious beast you are talking about? My blood oats are growing just right and I need blood. The tribe has stopped giving them recently.
If this continues, it will all wither."
"If they are all dead, old man, I will have to bump my head to death at the gate of the tribe."