Over the next few days, Ye Xi continued to feed the bare mulberry trees with new leaves while asking her to re-infuse them with magical power to spawn new leaves.

Because the first generation of silkworms of this royal species shouldered the hope of Mulberry Silkworm Ridge, Ye Xi gave it the treatment that it did not even have a small flower Jiaojiao.

He personally helped the silkworm weave a nest like a bird's nest from soft branches.

Afraid that the silkworm baby will catch a cold in the cold winter, there is a layer of soft long-haired rabbit skin at the bottom of the nest, and he is afraid that the silkworm baby will accidentally eat the animal hair, so he is very careful to put the animal skin on the cushion.

The hides in the nest are covered with fresh mulberry leaves that grew later, and these mulberry leaves that grow in the cold winter are verdant and delicate, looking extremely tender, and there is an unlimited supply, and this silkworm baby is only responsible for waking up and eating hard.

At the very edge of the nest, there is also a circle of emerald source stones.

The abundant source stone energy is continuously emitted to nourish the body of the silkworm baby.

In the end, Ye Xi kept this nest next to the pillow on his kang and lived and slept with it, so as to confirm whether it was healthy at any time.

This first generation of silkworms lived a luxurious and comfortable life.

Half a month has passed, and the whole silkworm has gained weight more than once like a balloon.

Now the body is as thick as an arm, half a meter long, the body is fat, fat and soft, a silkworm skin is snow-white to the extent of dazzling, it looks simple and cute, and it is extremely likable.

......

Late at night.

In the hall, the fireplace flame burned brightly, and the dry wood crackled.

A group of chiefs crouched around the fireplace, facing the fire, each with a parchment roll in hand, bowing their heads and earnestly learning to read.

Winter came, everyone was free, everyone didn't have to hunt or be busy on the construction site, so the cherished and painful task of learning Chinese characters was put on the agenda again.

Now there are more than 40 chiefs in Xicheng, and each of them has a different level of learning.

The six chiefs who joined this year didn't know a word, and they knew that they were lagging behind, and now they were racing against time to study every day. Such a group of murderous and unblinking fellows, like a bear holding a corn cob, clumsily read the words one by one with the copied codex, and the hard work made people feel moved when they saw it.

Some of the more than 30 chiefs last year have already left the school, such as Chief Gongtao and Chief Tushan, who are already teaching their own people very quickly, and only occasionally come to Ye Xi's stone house to learn other new words.

Most of the chiefs in Xicheng are studying, and after three quarters, these complex square words have become a little unfamiliar to them, so they also come over from time to time.

"Article 93 of the Code, Hunting ...... The prey that the team obtains every day must not be concealed or concealed...... or pay less, or ......"

"Whipping, scourging...... Whip ......"

In the rough and noisy reading of words.

Ye Xi sat next to a rock platform next to the fireplace, holding a fine brush in his hand, and lowered his eyes and wrote earnestly on the parchment scroll.

An arm-thick candle burned beside the parchment, and the warm light of the fire illuminated the entire parchment.

In this wild world, he often fought bloody battles but rarely picked up a pen to write, and gradually, some familiar words became unfamiliar, and some words could only be written after thinking about it.

He thought that maybe as time went by, one day he would completely forget how to write some words, so Ye Xi decided to write something every day in the winter in the future, and by the way, he could also leave something for Xicheng.

Now he writes "Alien Bugs".

He recorded all the strange insects and poisonous insects he had seen, and wrote in detail about their appearance, habits, and frequent haunts.

"Mutant red spider with long limbs and hard carapace......"

The tip of the pen is stained with thick ink, and the yellowed parchment is slowly sketched one by one, and the wet ink is gradually completely absorbed by the yellowed parchment, leaving only dry, clear and beautiful fonts.

The reason why parchment rolls are used instead of snow-white and beautiful "vegetable paper" is because parchment rolls are preserved for a longer period of time and can be written in more words. The parchment scroll he is working on today has been specially treated, and the parchment is light but very strong, and when it is spliced and spread out, it is two meters long and can write a lot of words.

Ye Xi recorded the habits and appearance of the mutated red spider and the thrilling scene when he met it in writing, and finally put down the pen in his hand, replaced it with a thinner brush, and began to paint with some red paint.

The hideous appearance of the mutant red spider gradually emerged under the outline of the brush.

This "Alien Insect Record" is all text with pictures. If you don't write for a long time, you will forget it, and the same is true for drawing, so it is also considered as an exercise.

Ye Xi painted very seriously, and the mutated red spider on the parchment scroll was simply vivid and lifelike.

Finally, he changed his pen and dipped some black ink in the eyes of the mutant red spider.

During Ye Xi's writing and painting, the white and chubby first generation silkworm had been lying on his shoulder, poking his head out and staring at Ye Xi with black bean eyes on the parchment scroll to write and paint, and the row of eyes next to his feet occasionally blinked in unison.

As the size of the first silkworm grew, the row of black dots next to its side and limbs also grew, turning into eyeballs like the silkworm king. This row of eyes is very sensitive, blinking from time to time, and when it touches the eye on the side of the eye, the row of eyeballs will immediately close in fright.

And although he grew up in the source stone pile, this first generation of silkworms still can't get rid of the habits of silkworm babies and doesn't like to move at all.

It usually likes to nest in its own small nest, curl itself up in a ball, slowly gnaw mulberry leaves, and occasionally hang on Ye Xi's body, letting Ye Xi take it around.

But when Ye Xi writes, it will inevitably crawl out of its nest and crawl onto Ye Xi, and keep lying on its shoulder and staring at the parchment roll with interest, like a curious little baby.

After Ye Xi finished drawing the mutant red spider, he carefully hugged the chubby first-generation silkworm off his shoulder, hugged it in his arms like a child, and teased it,

"Isn't this mutant red spider scary? You are so fat and so tender, the mutant red spider likes to bite you like to bite you the most!"

The snow-white fluffy silkworm baby turned her belly up, and Ye Xi's knees writhed indiscriminately in protest, and her small appearance looked very cute.

Ye Xi touched its little belly and asked, "Do you want to be written into this Alien Worm Directory?"

The first silkworm that was fed by the source stone seemed to understand, and a grunt immediately turned over the fat huhuhu's body.

Ye Xi picked it up and put it on the rock platform, and said with a smile: "Then work hard to become the silkworm king, you are still too weak now." ”

The two rows of black bean eyes on the first silkworm blinked in unison.

Ye Xi smiled and didn't care about it, rolled up the dry parchment on the left, picked up the pen and continued to write down a kind of alien insect.

This volume of the Alien Worm Record has recorded more than 20 kinds of magical insects he has seen, but a person's knowledge is limited after all, Ye Xi plans to finish writing all the alien insects he has seen, gather all the chiefs together, let them also tell the alien insects they have seen, and everyone will write this album of alien insects together, so that it is as complete as possible.

After writing the "Records of Strange Insects" this winter, he plans to start compiling the "Records of Strange Flowers and Plants" next winter, and in the winter of the following year, he will compile a "Record of Mountains and Rivers", write about the places he has walked, and describe in detail the climate, the distribution of mountains, the direction of rivers, and the vegetation there.

He didn't think of what else to write after that, but he should write these two records until he was old, and record all his life's insights as much as possible for future generations to refer to, so that future generations can avoid some detours.

It can also be regarded as leaving a valuable wealth for Xicheng.