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Since the sweet potato seedlings were transplanted to the courtyard, An Ran would go to check them whenever he was free.
But I don't know if it was her illusion, the first batch of sweet potato seedlings has been planted for more than half a month, and there is no change at all.
"Isn't it because I'm raising dead..." An Ran muttered to herself, feeling very embarrassed in her heart.
Liang, who was weeding, smiled immediately, "Why are they growing so fast? Most crops have to be boiled for a month or two before they can change significantly."
An Ran sighed. She had only raised cacti before and could live by watering a little water every day. If she didn't know that sweet potatoes are resistant to tossing, she would never dare to start.
"Chief Chief, Su is behaved every day! Help watering, dusting, and often catching bugs!" Su ran over and counted his own merits with his fingers, and looked at An Ran with bright eyes. Vice "Pray for praise" appearance.
Liang suddenly changed his face, and quickly pulled his daughter into his arms, and said with a smile, "Leader, she is still young and ignorant. If there is any offense, please don't know her in general."
Liang's heart was very uneasy. The leader has always been gentle, but he is still a powerful psychic! Being a good leader does not mean that ordinary people can be presumptuous in front of her at will.
But An Ran didn't get angry, but squatted down with a smile, pinching Su's white face, "Is Su so good? So capable."
Su blinked and said crisply, "Because the new crop is very important to the leader." Su will take good care of it!"
"Okay, I beg you." An Ran took out a steamed bun and stuffed it with Su, "It's for you."
Su Mali took the steamed bun and took a big bite happily.
Liang couldn't stop it, staying there, and hesitated, "Chief, isn't it good? It was originally our business. The tribe still sends us lunch every day..."
"I'm the leader. I give it as I want. Nothing. Not good. If someone is jealous or speaks sourly, let him come to me." An Ran said lightly. Of course, she has the final say in the tribe she leads, so she doesn't have to worry about the opinions of others.
"By the way, how is the chicken rearing? It's been more than a month, right?" An Ran broke the subject.
"Yeah! Nine chicks have been hatched, chirping every day, full of vitality. Unfortunately, at first it didn't happen, but some chicks didn't survive when they came out of their shells. Otherwise, there are now more of them. ." Mentioned his own chicken, Liang's face immediately showed a bit of joy, "By the way, I also found that if the hen lays an egg and we help to hatch it, the egg will be laid faster."
"More exposure The experience is naturally more abundant." An Ran asked again, "Is there enough feed for the chickens?"
"The leader can rest assured, we can handle it. Su and I usually eat in the tribe, and the food harvested in the field is saved. We can specialize. Used to feed chickens. Occasionally, they dig some wild vegetables, catch some bugs, and make snacks for the chickens. The food is plenty." Liang laughed.
An Ran rubbed his nose. Unfortunately, she wants to give Liang the wheat as fodder to the chickens. Since Liang can manage it temporarily, let's talk about it later. Anyway, the ring has a lot of space, and things won't break when you put them inside.
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Tribal Chef
FantasyTitle: 部落神厨 Author: 轻云淡 Source: http://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=2930499 In the tribal age, the biggest problem faced by everyone is that they are hungry and can't eat enough. An Ran is not only a water system supernatural player, but also a...