Yu Xifeng spent a pretty good time in the tribe.
There are occasional twists and turns, but overall, it is relatively calm.
They revered her as a goddess.
It seems like nothing if a miracle is performed again.
The water from the lake poured out of his hands.
It filled the entire cauldron, and there were other buckets of varying shapes.
Throw me a wooden peach, and I will repay you with a jade.
The potatoes tasted good, just potatoes.
Yu Xifeng made a fuss and left nearly fifty boxes of potatoes in the kitchen.
There are a bit too many people, but probably not enough, at least until the next batch of mushrooms mature.
Yu Xifeng waved his hand, and there were nearly seventy boxes of sweet potatoes.
It was piled against the wall, filling up an entire kitchen.
Potatoes and sweet potatoes have always been the major breeders in black soil.
The inventory is good.
The depth of the black soil is almost endless.
You can pull out a piece just by pushing it.
Yu Xifeng found the flower pot that he had placed in the RV.
There was black soil in the flower pots, and Yu Xifeng kept them as well.
“There’s water!”
"The goddess gives me water!"
"Food! Potatoes, lots of them!"
I don't know who was the first to break the news.
The water is very clean, much cleaner than acid rain that has been repeatedly distilled and filtered.
Everyone was given a full glass of water.
Everyone knelt down and prostrated themselves to welcome the appearance of the goddess.
At the same time, bucket after bucket of water was boiled and sprayed on the beams and the ground.
Such termites are actually a destructive species.
The water in the lake is surprisingly effective in repelling termites.
The women walked back and forth in the corridor with their heads down.
Bring back moist, termite-free wood.
Used to grow a new round of mushrooms.
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