Fox Jiaojiao shook her head, "No, Chief, these fields are enough now."

The chief looked puzzled.

"Rice can be planted three times a year. In the next two months, fertilize the fields to make the soil more fertile, and then continue to plant in summer and autumn." Fox Jiaojiao explained.

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

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

Thirty mu of land means 36,000 kilograms of rice.

An ordinary person needs more than 200 kilograms of rice a year. Orcs have a large appetite, so they need at least 300 kilograms. These rice grains are only enough for 120 orcs to eat for a year.

Although the rice seems to be a lot, it is far from enough for the beastmen in the tribe.

Fortunately, the beastmen do not rely on rice as their staple food. They plant three crops a year, plus prey and other crops, so they have more than enough food.

After listening to Fox Jiaojiao's explanation, the chief was shocked.

"Can we plant twice? That's great!"

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

Fox Jiaojiao smiled and nodded.

There are six months in a quarter in the beast world. Excluding the time for planting, the extra time is enough to fertilize the land again.

There is no need to worry about the problem of barren land.

The beastmen do not have to work around the clock, and have time to breathe, so they will not have aversion to planting.

Speaking of fertilizing, Foxy suddenly remembered that beastmen didn't have the habit of using toilets.

Should she build some toilets?

This would make fertilizing more convenient.

Although it was a bit disgusting, it was the simplest method.

But soon, this idea was dispelled by Foxy.

Beastmen have a keen sense of smell, and asking beastmen to pick up dung is simply more uncomfortable than killing them.

After the beastmen tasted the rice, it was getting late.

After a busy day, the beastmen prepared to carry bags of rice back to the tribe.

The tribe leader gave Foxy a large bag of rice, which weighed 300 kilograms, enough for a beastman's food for a year.

Fox Jiaojiao wanted to refuse, but the tribe leader said:

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to grow such good food. When we have more food in the future, I will send it to your family per capita."

This meant that he wanted to take care of all the rice for Fox Jiaojiao's family.

The tribe leader planned to share some of the remaining rice with the females in the tribe and the beastmen who worked hard to plant the rice.

The rest would be kept as seeds and not eaten for the time being.

When we harvest more in the future, we will share it with others.

Fox Jiaojiao didn't refuse anymore. It would be pretentious to refuse.

Fox Jiaojiao couldn't carry 300 kilograms of rice. The tribe leader was about to ask a beastman to help Fox Jiaojiao send it back, but a black shadow loomed over the beasts.

The shadow shrank quickly, and then Long Mo landed steadily.

Before the beastman touched the bag, Long Mo had already picked it up easily with one hand and walked to the side of Hu Jiaojiao.

The beastman grabbed nothing and shook his head awkwardly.

The tribe leader smiled and said, "Since Long Mo is here, that's great, we'll go first."

After that, he pulled the beastman and other beastmen to move rice together.

"Long Mo, why are you here?" Hu Jiaojiao asked curiously.

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

Long Mo said lightly.

But Hu Jiaojiao thought that Long Mo didn't know he was here, and the beastmen in the tribe were busy with their own things, and didn't know that they were harvesting rice today.

Long Mo must have searched the entire tribe before he found this place.

"I'm not a cub who doesn't know the way home. You're tired after a day of hunting. Don't come to pick me up in the future. I'll go back by myself."

Fox Jiaojiao was sweet and distressed.

How could there be such a stupid male who doesn't know tiredness.

"Not tired." Long Mo said seriously, "It's not safe for you, a beast, to be outside."

The tribe leader and beastmen next to him: "???"

So they are all dead?

This field is outside the tribal wall. In order to facilitate entry and exit, Xieman left a small door when building the wall.

But there are beastmen patrolling here every day to ensure that there are no wild beasts and it is very safe.

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

Fortunately, Long Mo is quite strong, otherwise he would be beaten to death by other beastmen sooner or later because of his mouth.

"As long as you are happy." Fox Jiaojiao quickly pulled him away.

In the evening.

Fox Jiaojiao pounded a lot of rice and cooked a big pot of white rice.

The cubs had eaten rice before, but not as exaggerated as the beastmen today.

However, they don't eat it often, and this kind of fresh food can really arouse the appetite of the cubs. Each cub ate three big bowls of white rice and a lot of meat, and they were really hungry cubs.

Only Yin Cang put down his bowl and chopsticks after eating one bowl.

He knew that this was the food that had just been grown in the tribe. Such precious food should be saved for the little cubs.

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

Foxy Jiaojiao noticed Yincang's abnormality and asked with concern.

"I'm full." Yincang shook his head and answered while sitting upright.

Foxy Jiaojiao looked at his tall and thin body and obviously didn't believe him.

Even Ling'er can eat three bowls, but he is full after one bowl. What about feeding the cat?

Cats eat more than him!

Without saying a word, Foxy Jiaojiao took his bowl and filled it with another big bowl of rice.

"You have to eat even if you are full. There is still a lot left in the pot. If you don't eat it, you will have to throw it away."

She said with a regretful expression on her face.

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

Yin Cang picked up his chopsticks again when he heard that he was going to throw it away.

Foxy Jiaojiao put two big chicken legs into his bowl. The chicken legs were salinated, and the saliva matched the white rice, which tasted amazing.

"You are growing up now, so eat more to grow strong. Otherwise, how can you go out hunting if you are skinny and weak in the future?"

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

When Long Yao heard this, he stretched out his chopsticks and reached for the plate of chicken legs with great interest.

But before he touched the chicken legs, they were opened by Foxy Jiaojiao's chopsticks with a "pop".

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

"???"

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

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

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

Long Yao sat there blankly, as if he remembered how fat he was, and immediately drooped his head, twisted his fingers and whispered:

"No, Xiao Wu won't eat anymore..."

Foxy Jiaojiao knew how much Long Yao ate, he just ate fast, but he didn't feel full that quickly.

When he was full, that was not called full, that was full.

That's how fat people come.

Before long, the food on the table was swept away by a gust of wind.

Seeing that Yincang didn't "waste" anything, Foxy smiled with satisfaction.