The sunlight shines through the woods, refracting through the dewdrops hanging under the leaves, emitting colorful circles of light.

There was no wind. A yellow leaf fell silently from the branch and swirled onto Xiaofu's head under the tree.

It shook its head, shook off the naughty leaf to the ground, and then continued to look at the wolves around it.

The ground is wet because it rained heavily yesterday.

Xiaofu's fur, which was wet by the rain, looked even darker.

In this wolf pack, two female wolves have successively raped each other. Being young and energetic, it is natural for it to have an unshirkable responsibility.

After several days in a row, Xiaofu became like this.

These days, Xiao Fuguo is having a great time and doesn't want to leave.

If your hair itches, you can wash it anytime. If you get tired of washing your hair, you can lead the wolf pack to wander around, hunt some prey, and then lie down and take a nap...

Such a leisurely life is much better than being in the tribe.

After all, at that time, it actually had to accept the leadership of a deer. In addition to the deer, Fu Jiang could also control it.

The most brutal one is the master who likes to kick his own butt whenever he has nothing to do...

Of course, that was just the thought of Xiaofu, who had just integrated into the wolf pack. After the romance, he still remembered the place where he had lived since childhood.

It wanted to go back, after all, this was not a place for it to stay for long.

Another leaf fell and landed not far from Xiaofu. Xiaofu turned his head to look, then turned and left.

The female wolves standing or playing nearby followed it. After spending some time together, they had completely accepted this young and strong new leader.

“Woo woo…”

After walking for a while, Xiaofu noticed the situation behind him. He stopped, turned around and barked at the wolves, not wanting them to follow him.

However, this small group of wolves had already recognized it, and even after repeated urging, they still followed it.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Xiaofu stopped chasing them away and took them with him...

The orchard not far from the Qingque tribe was filled with laughter and joy at this time. Even though the temperature had become a little cold due to the rain, it could not reduce the joy in their hearts in the slightest.

The witch held a small basket in his hand and kept picking up the fruits that fell on the ground. When the basket was full, he poured it into another large basket.

We would go back and pick out these fallen fruits. We would peel the better quality ones and use them to make wine, vinegar and canned fruit. We would feed the worse quality ones to rabbits and wild boars.

Anyway, as long as we get it back, it won’t be wasted.

However, compared with previous years, there are not many fruits falling on the ground this year. One reason is that the uses of the fruit have become more diverse and have received great attention from the people in the tribe. It is no longer like in previous years, when they only needed to store some and let the rest fend for themselves.

Secondly, the population of the tribe is much larger than before, and while doing other things, they can also allocate people to pick fruits and transport them to the tribe.

Because the fruits are picked in time, fewer fruits fall to the ground.

However, less fruit falling on the ground does not mean less fruit on the trees.

The witch poured a basket of fallen fruits into the basket, looked up at the surrounding trees full of fruits, and smiled with his toothless mouth.

This year, there are a lot of fruits in this orchard, more than in previous years!

In the spring, the witch was still worried that the fruit trees would have a reduced yield this year because the Son of God had lost so many branches at once. Who would have thought that these fruit trees that had lost so many branches and leaves not only did not have a reduced yield, but instead had a rare bumper harvest!

Even now, Wu still finds this matter very magical, but he also vaguely sensed some reasons.

In the past, although fruit trees had many flowers, many of the fruits fell off as soon as they began to grow, and some even withered directly on the trees.

As the fruits grow and fall off, by the time the season comes for the fruits to ripen, there will be fewer fruits left on the tree.

But the fruits this year were different. In the beginning, because of the vigorous pruning by the Son of God, the small fruits left on the tree after the flowers bloomed were much fewer than at the same time in previous years. However, very few of these fruits fell.

This situation has continued to this day, and the result is a fruitful scene!

Wu Wan picked up a fruit that had just fallen. There was a spot on the fruit that was pecked by a bird, but Wu didn't mind. He wiped it with his hand and put it into his mouth.

At this time, the fruits have ripened in large quantities. The fruits that have been pecked by the birds are very ripe and taste great.

While eating the fruit, the witch looked at the people who were busy picking the fruits and putting them into the baskets with laughter and joy, and felt particularly happy.

He could never get enough of the harvest and joyous scenes.

When looking at these, I couldn’t help but think of the Son of God.

Although Wu had already been deeply revered by the Son of God, he still wanted to praise him vigorously at this moment...

In the tribe, steam was coming out of the propped-up pottery jars, and beside them were many clean and dried jars.

A sweet and rich smell spreads here. Han Cheng, transformed into a chef, stands here with a spoon in his hand, and sometimes he lifts the lid of the pot to see the quality of the food inside.

“Get ready!”

When Han Cheng saw that the fruit in a ceramic jar had been cooked, he spoke up to tell the people around him.

Then he picked up a large spoon, scooped up a spoonful of the still tumbling fruit, and poured it directly into the jar.

In a few seconds, a jar was filled.

"quick!"

He urged, and the man next to him quickly covered the mouth of the jar with the big tree leaf in his hand.

Propolis is applied around the mouth of the jar. After pressing it on, press it around and it will be firmly stuck, and no air can get in.

After waiting for a while, the oily leaf of the big tree covering the mouth of the jar suddenly sank and stuck tightly to it.

After seeing this reaction, Han Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he was delighted. It seemed that the canned fruit would work this time!

Han Cheng is also gradually exploring ways to improve the manufacturing method of canned fruit.

The situation of "every wine vat is good for making vinegar, but every jar is sour" would never happen to him. Although he was a liberal arts graduate, he lived in the later generations and had some common sense about things like spoilage due to bacterial decomposition and high temperature sterilization.

After experiencing the process of turning cans into wine, if you think carefully about the process of making your own cans, you can probably find out which link went wrong.

After targeted modifications, we have what we have today.

Han Cheng was delighted and quickened his movements to continue canning the fruit.

After a while of busy work, there was a noise at the gate of the courtyard. Han Cheng turned around and looked.