After a while, the aroma of rice emitted by the three-color rice became more and more intense.

The beasts and birds in the valley outside Yanbe became even more irritable, roaring, roaring, and chirping, but they didn't dare to approach the extinct crater where Yanbe was located because they were afraid of the existence of Yanhuo, the ancestor god of Yanbu.

It's just that there are not only fierce birds and beasts in the jungle, but also some insects and cockroaches.

Tempted by the scent of rice, these things kept flying from all directions, and some of the clever ones knew that the fire was powerful, so they stopped outside the extinct crater of Yanbe, and some of the ignorant ones flew in. Just flew into the tribe and was shot down by Yanhuo. I don't know what magic power the fire has, but a flame flies away, and the insects and cockroaches fall one after another, but there is no trace of burns outside, which looks very weird.

Most of the insects that flew in were shot down by the fire, but there were always some fish that flew in and gradually approached the three-color rice fields.

At this time, the tribal warriors guarding the rice fields came in handy and began to take up arms to kill these insects and cockroaches that came to die.

Most of the insects and cockroaches in the Great Wilderness are very large, some are the size of a basin, some have thick legs, some have thin fists, and there are all kinds of varieties, but flying insects undoubtedly account for most of the part.

After a while, a pile of insect corpses accumulated on the edge of the rice field.

After a while, the three-color rice fragrance gradually turns from strong to light, exuding the original natural fragrance. As the fragrance faded, the birds, beasts, insects and cockroaches outside the Yanbu began to disperse, and the heavens and the earth returned to calm, leaving only insects and cockroaches and a fierce bird corpse.

The three-color rice is already ripe here, and just in case, Gongliang hurriedly put away the rice ears.

There was a stubble of tricolor rice in the paddy field, which was the secondary rice that grew from the rice head after the last harvest of the tricolor rice, and he took a look at it, and the rice ears planted at the rice head were obviously much less paddy, and the grains of rice were smaller than those of the new seed.

In view of this, he did not intend to keep any more rice heads.

In addition to some of the insects attacking the tribe on the edge of the rice field, there were some near the tribe's mountain wall that were killed by fire. These bugs are very large. Thinking that insects in his previous life could also be eaten, Gongliang picked a few particularly fat, cut open the shell and check it to see if there was meat in it, and if there was meat, it could be eaten.

Some of them really had meat, so he took some of them, or steamed, or fried, or stir-fried, all kinds of methods, and finally tasted it, and it tasted good.

How can something so delicious not be shared.

It's a pity that when the people in the tribe knew that he was fried with insect meat, their faces showed fear. Even the friends who used to eat and drink at his house didn't dare to come to his house to eat after hearing this.

Gongliang is strange, insect meat, fierce birds and beasts, fish and shrimp meat, aren't they all meat?

Not every family in the tribe can eat animal meat every day, and some have to rely on wild vegetables and fruits to survive. Because there were a lot of insects killed this time, in order to avoid waste and enrich everyone's rations, Gongliang recommended insect meat to several poor families in the tribe. It's a pity that even if these people are hungry, no one wants to eat bugs.

Helpless, Gongliang could only extinguish the plan to promote insect food.

The meat of the insects flying in the jungle is all ordinary beast meat level, and it is useless at all except for being able to fill the stomach. Seeing that no one wanted to eat it, Gongliang couldn't eat that much, so only a few relatively large insects were left, and the rest were all thrown into the stream in front to feed the giant turtles.

This time, Gongliang planted three-color rice, and Gongliang harvested more than 1,000 grains of millet.

He gave half of it to Wu, and wrote down the planting method and the places that needed attention and handed it to him, so that Wu could find someone to plant. Because it's too much trouble to grow your own.

He took out half of the remaining three-color rice, and added the remaining three-color rice to husk, and cooked a bowl of sticky rice porridge.

After coming here for so long, he can finally take a sip of delicious rice porridge. Smelling the faint aroma of porridge, Gongliang was a little intoxicated. After taking a sip, the faint sweetness and faint fragrance turned into an essence that was absorbed by the body as soon as it entered the stomach. And this essence has no consequences, unlike the fierce beast meat, eating too much will make people feel irritable and vain.

Gongliang tasted it slowly, eating the porridge one bite at a time. But there wasn't much in a bowl of porridge, and it didn't take long to eat it.

Putting down the stone bowl, Gongliang sighed: It's a pity that there is only one bowl.

He had the urge to boil all the three-color rice in his hand into porridge, but in the end he endured it, and those had to be kept as seeds, and he couldn't easily move them.

After drinking the porridge, he sat cross-legged, meditating. When he was in meditation, the rice essence that he had just drunk was slowly transformed and absorbed by his true qi. When he woke up the next day, he found that his true qi had grown again. Although it is not much, but if you calculate it, the rice porridge you drank last night is almost equal to the energy obtained from eating ten catties of animal meat.

It's just that three-color rice is too difficult to grow, otherwise you can eat it every day.

At this time, in addition to planting three-color rice, practicing and hunting, he also worked hard to learn the things on the roll of animal skins given by Wu.

After researching and asking the witch, he learned that the animal skin was recorded as a method of communicating with the beast, and the witch was called the Psychic Yanwen. If you can engrave this pattern on the beast, the owner of the beast can communicate with the beast he raises, know what it is thinking, and know where it is at all times.

However, it is not easy to engrave this kind of Yan pattern.

First, the inscribed beast must not have any resistance to the inscribed one.

Second, the inscription must be proficient in the psychic pattern, and there can be no mistakes.

If one of the above two goes wrong, the beast with the inscription will die on the spot, or it will be seriously injured, or it will become an idiot, and it will not hurt the owner or the inscription. It's just a waste of inscription material.

It was also a while for Gongliang to pick up Yuan Roll from the jungle, and during this time, Yuan Roll had already regarded him as a relative.

And he is also proficient in the inscription skills of the psychic pattern, so he wants to try to give the round inscription.

Although there is a significant danger of mistakes in inscriptions, there are also many benefits. At least they can communicate with each other after the inscription, and they don't have to listen to thunder like a duck now, you say it doesn't understand, it tells you that you don't know. And the benefits of the inscription for beasts are huge, not only to increase intelligence, but also to increase the combat effectiveness of beasts.

Look at the little jade jade of the Yuhan family, it used to be a small one, but after the inscription, it grew up by half, and the benefits were obvious.

Generally, the beasts that are inscribed are best to be as small as possible, and the young beasts have not yet generated their own character thoughts in their brains, and they will not resist when they are inscribed, so that the inscriptions are half the success.

Therefore, a few days after giving Yuan Roll a good food and drink, Gongliang took it to the witch's house.

I don't know really, every time I see a witch, I am a little scared. As soon as it entered the stone house, it hurriedly hid in Gongliang's arms. Not only it, Yuhan's little jade seems to be this virtue as well.

Wu glanced at the round roll in his arms and said, "Have you thought about it?"

"Yes. Gongliang nodded heavily.

Wu looked at him, didn't say anything, stood up and took out a crystal bottle from the shelf next to him, which contained liquid blood red and a faint scent of grass. Then he picked up a brush made of animal hair from the side.

Gongliang took the crystal bottle handed over by Wu and a thick brush, soaked the brush in the crystal bottle and sucked it up with blood-red liquid, and put the round round in front of him. Yuan looked at him stupidly, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Don't move, don't resist, you know?" said Gongliang earnestly.

I didn't know if I understood, so I yelled at him coquettishly.

After calming down his mood and revisiting the psychic patterns that he had learned well in his mind, Gongliang picked up the crystal bottle on the table, raised the brush, and drew it in front of the round forehead.