Fox Jiaojiao shook her head, "No, patriarch, these lands are enough now." ”

The patriarch was puzzled.

"Rice can be planted three times a year, and the next two months are fertilized to make the soil more fertile, and it can be planted again in summer and autumn." Fox Jiaojiao explained.

She just roughly estimated that each mu of land can produce 1,200 catties of rice.

This yield is considered high in modern times, and it is worthy of being a new variety in space.

Thirty acres of land is 36,000 catties of rice.

An ordinary person has to eat more than 200 catties of rice a year, and the orcs eat a lot, to say the least, they have to eat 300 catties, and these paddies are only enough for 120 orcs to eat for a year.

Although the rice seems to be abundant, it is not enough for the orcs of the tribe.

Fortunately, the orcs do not eat rice as a staple food, and grow three crops a year, plus prey and other crops, the food is more than enough.

After listening to Hu Jiaojiao's explanation, the patriarch was shocked.

"Can you plant it twice? So good! ”

He had only harvested potatoes once before, and he thought he could only plant them once a year!

Fox Jiaojiao chuckled and nodded.

There are six months in a season in the world of beasts, and excluding the time for planting, the extra time is enough to re-fatten the land.

There is no need to worry about the barrenness of the land.

The orcs don't have to rotate continuously, they have time to breathe, and they don't have a rejection of planting.

Speaking of fertilization, Fox Jiaojiao suddenly remembered that orcs did not have the habit of using toilets.

Does she want to build some toilets?

It is also convenient to fertilize in this way.

Although nausea is a little nauseous, it is the easiest way to do it.

But soon, this idea was dispelled by Fox Jiaojiao.

Orcs have a keen sense of smell, and letting them pick up dung is even worse than killing them.

After the orcs finished tasting the rice, it was not early.

After a busy day, the orcs were ready to carry the bags of rice back to the tribe.

The patriarch gave Hu Jiaojiao a large bag of rice, one bag of 300 catties, enough for a year's ration for an orc.

Fox Jiaojiao wanted to refuse, but the patriarch said:

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to grow such good food, and when there is more food in the future, I will send it to your family by head."

This is the meaning of wrapping the rice of the fox Jiaojiao's family.

For the rest, the patriarch plans to give a little to the females of the tribe and the orcs who have contributed to planting.

The rest is kept as seeds, and they are not eaten for the time being.

Later, when you get more, you will divide and eat.

Fox Jiaojiao didn't shirk it anymore, and it would be hypocritical to refuse again.

Fox Jiaojiao couldn't carry three hundred catties of rice, and the patriarch was about to call an orc to help Fox Jiaojiao send it back, and a black shadow shrouded the top of the beasts.

The black shadow shrank rapidly, and then the dragon ink landed steadily.

Before the orc touched the bag, Long Mo had already easily picked it up with one hand and walked to Fox Jiaojiao's side.

The orc scratched his head in embarrassment.

The patriarch smiled: "Since Long Mo is here, it's just right, let's go first." ”

After saying that, he took the orcs and other orcs to carry the rice together.

"Long Mo, why are you here?" Fox Jiaojiao asked strangely.

"When I came back from hunting, I found that you were not at home, so I came to pick you up and go home with me."

Long Mo said lightly.

But Fox Jiaojiao thought that Long Mo didn't know that he was here, and the orcs in the tribe were also busy and didn't know about their rice harvest today.

Long Mo must have searched all the tribes to find here.

"I'm not a cub who doesn't know the way home, you're tired of hunting for a day, don't come to pick me up in the future, I'll go back myself."

The fox is sweet and distressed.

How can there be such a stupid male, he doesn't know how to be tired.

"Not tired." Long Mo was serious, "It's not safe for you to be a beast outside. ”

The patriarch and orcs next to him: "??? ”

Are they all dead in feelings?

This field is outside the tribe's wall, and in order to facilitate access and access, a small gate was left when the hedgeman built the wall.

But there are orcs patrolling here every day to make sure there are no wild beasts, and it's safe.

Fox Jiaojiao glanced at the orcs around her who were obviously stunned, and held her forehead in embarrassment.

Thanks to Long Mo's strength, otherwise he would have been killed by other orcs sooner or later because of his mouth.

"It's good if you're happy." Fox Jiaojiao hurriedly pulled him out of here.

At night.

The fox Jiaojiao cooked a lot of rice and cooked a large pot of white rice.

The cubs had eaten rice before, but it wasn't as exaggerated as the orcs are today.

However, they don't eat it often, this fresh food can arouse the appetite of the cubs, and each cub has three bowls of white rice, and has eaten a lot of meat.

Only Yincang just ate a bowl and put down the dishes and chopsticks.

He knew that this was the food that had just been grown in the tribe, and such a precious food had to be left for the little cubs to eat.

"Yincang, why don't you eat it? Are you not used to eating? ”

Fox Jiaojiao keenly noticed Yincang's strangeness and asked with concern.

"I'm full." Yin Cang shook his head and replied as he sat upright.

Fox Jiaojiao looked at his thin and tall little body, obviously not believing his words.

Even Ling'er can eat three bowls, and he will be full after eating one bowl, what about feeding the cat?

Cats eat more than he does!

Fox Jiaojiao didn't say a word, took his bowl, and went to fill a big bowl of rice.

"You have to eat when you're full, there's a lot left in the pot, and if you don't eat it, you can only throw it away."

She said, with a look of pity on her face.

"I'll eat, don't throw it."

As soon as Yincang heard that he was going to throw it away, he picked up the chopsticks again.

Fox Jiaojiao put two large chicken thighs in his bowl, the chicken thighs are marinated, and the marinade is paired with white rice, which tastes unique.

"Now is the time for you to grow your body, eat more to grow stronger, otherwise how will the thin and weak go out to hunt in the future?"

"Mother, then I also want to eat more chicken legs and grow stronger!"

As soon as Long Yao heard this, he stretched out his chopsticks with great interest and put them on the plate where the chicken legs were placed.

It's just that before he touched the chicken leg, he was opened by the fox's delicate chopsticks.

"Don't eat when you're full."

“？？？”

Long Yao pouted, "I haven't eaten my mother's ...... yet."

"Xiao Wu, you have already eaten three bowls of rice, four big chicken legs, two of which are the ones for me and Ling'er, and you have also drunk two bowls of soup." Long Xiu kindly reminded on the side.

"Big brother doesn't eat as much as you, do you still want to become the little chubby dun you used to be?" Long Zhong also pouted and added.

Long Yao sat still in a daze, as if remembering that he was fat and round, and suddenly lowered his head, twisted his fingers and whispered:

"I don't want to, Xiao Wu won't eat ......"

Fox Jiaojiao didn't know Long Yao's amount of food, he just ate quickly, and his satiety didn't come up so quickly.

When he is full, it is not called fullness, it is food.

That's how the fat man came about.

It didn't take long for the food on the table to be swept away by a gust of wind.

Seeing that Yincang was not "wasted" at all, Hu Jiaojiao showed a satisfied smile.