Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 240 - 39: Modern Times_2

Chapter 240: Chapter 39: Modern Times_2

Though the Swan Knight Gortani insisted, protesting loudly, that she would never dye her hair the strange and mundane colors many others had, the deep envy in her eyes said otherwise.

Regretfully, her desire was betrayed by the deep envy that could be seen in her eyes.

The weather was growing cold more quickly than expected. Before the fruits that had the ability to absorb body odour could takeroot, the Thousand-leaf Nymphaea had all withered away, leaving Liu Zhenhan somewhat regretful amidst his excitement.

Cui Beixi, the beautiful snake priestess, thought it pure nonsense that Liu Zhenhan hoped to make a profit from selling these fruit. Unless someone was as strange as the slave Bear Goblins from Feilengcui, no one would buy these fruits at all.

Even the Skunk people of the Kunk tribe wouldn’t dare to admit that they had body odor.

Cui Beixi shrugged off Liu Zhenhan’s prior proposal to bring the Hobbit Halflings under him to open a tavern in Witherspoon. She claimed that running a tavern was not as simple as hiring a few talented chefs and waiting to collect the money. Every aspect mattered — from the servers to the hostesses, from location selection to decoration design, as well as the relationship with the upper echelons — all of these carried countless considerations.

Cui Beixi’s straightforward comments came as a bucket of cold water to the previously enthusiastic Liu Zhenhan, who had his heart set on making money.

Instead, Cui Beixi suggested focusing on selling little things like "ice cream", as small accumulations could eventually lead to a lot. As for the cantaloupe, he could see how it worked by trying to grow some next spring.

The harsh reality gave Liu Zhenhan a headache. There were over a thousand mouths to feed in Feilengcui. Aside from dealing with the frost and ice periods that lasted for about three months in winter, there was also the Sanggan River’s spring flood season that ran for a month at the start of the next year — a barrier that separated the wilderness from the civilized world that would last for almost four months. There was a shocking amount of food to provide for so many mouths in that time period.

Left with no choice, Liu Zhenhan issued a mobilization order to expand land, informing every citizen of the harsh reality that they were previously unaware of.

All the citizens of Feilengcui went to work like clockwork in the preparation against famine and the storage of food.

The vassal clan of herdsmen hurried to fatten their Larza Beasts and fattened antelope one last time before heavy snow arrived. A large amount of hay was stacked up to be used at any moment.

The wood felled by the slaves on their daily trips contributed to the mountains of timber Feilengcui had amassed. Under the direction of the Overlord, this wood was burned into charcoal in large quantities to be used in winter.

The collection of Slat Bananas also entered its final stages. These banana trees were evergreen plants, but their growth rate had slowed considerably due to the cold weather.

Under the command of the Overlord, Korina, the Spurred Knight, led the newly-formed Feilengcui cavalry corps (PS: There were only twelve cavalrymen including himself.) on a special trip to the territory of the Wolf Tribe, which was a salt-alkali forest. With an introduction letter in their hands, they met with Robert, the old familiar Beimon Tribe Sharoman priest, and got countless salt blocks from the salt-alkali land without spending a penny.

With salt at hand, the militia’s hunting exercises were immediately placed into their training schedule. The wilderness in the winter had no large congregations of wild migrating animals. Apart from some guinea pigs and large-eared rabbits hiding in burrows, there were pitifully few targets for hunting. As for the geese and albatrosses flying across the sky, the militia could only drool — a qualified Archer is indeed difficult to train in a short amount of time.

The Hippo poets among the militia quickly became popular. Relying on their excellent swimming skills, they caught many big fish and shrimps in the Sanggan River. The breadth of the Sanggan River and the abundant water from the snow mountains made these fish and shrimps grow so large, they looked ridiculous. An average trout was as long as an arm and a shrimp could weigh as much as five pounds, with its pincers and whiskers both thick and long.

It was fortunate that these creatures could be captured by the skilled swimmers within the Hippo poets. Even with fishing nets, it was uncertain just how much these giant fish and shrimp could be affected.

The outstanding performance of the Hippo poets eased the Overlord’s otherwise constantly dissatisfaction with their appetites a little.

However, what terrified the Hippo poets was the surreal interest the Overlord was showing in the crabs of the Sanggan River. By the Kampas! The Hippo poets’ wide range of experiences told them that among all the intelligent forms of life on the Aegean Continent, no one had ever heard of anyone liking these ugly, heavily armored crabs.

These creatures were so hideous that it looked like they were specifically made to serve as food for the demons in Hell.

But the delicious flavors of the crabs quickly made them forget their reservations about the Overlord. With their dedication, they immersed themselves in indulging in the food.

The Hobbit Halflings, being the main cooks, also amassed a large amount of wild vegetables at the end of autumn and preserved them either by drying or pickling for emergencies.

The ridge of the Red Earth Highland was filled with wooden racks during that time, hung with an assortment of fresh red pickles and salted wild vegetables.

Gortani the Swan had always been accustomed to lavishness. Originally, when she came to this remote and poor place of Feilengcui, she had prepared a large quantity of snacks and dry food by herself and stored them in the saddle bag of the unicorn on her Misha badge.