Devouring Evolution Begins with Hedgehogs

The person in charge of farming is named Quinn, an old man of the Buffalo buffalo tribe.

When An Moer found Quinn, the latter was soaking in a small pool dug by himself, taking a nap contentedly.

Since coming to Beiyuan City, Quinn has been racking his brains almost every day to plan and find ways to squeeze some food from the dry loess.

During the most difficult period, Quinn even wanted to bury his old bones in the ground, as long as he could grow something edible.

Until the lord planted the giant tree of origin.
That was nothing short of a miracle!Not to mention how the mountain-like tree grows so fast like blowing air
Just the flow from that tree. According to what the lord said, that is called "draining". Just the water that was drawn out made Quinn wonder if his land for most of his life was white.

It is said that the loess soil is so barren that there is not even a single piece of bird droppings, even if it is watered, it will at most be the same barren yellow mud, and nothing can grow at all.

But this water does not know what kind of magical power, the crops irrigated with it grow almost twice as fast!Not to mention the name of the ones that Miss Doris made later, oh yes, drop-eared melon and white-leaf melon.

For more than three months, Quinn watched this unremarkable piece of yellow mud, and fed the whole city bit by bit, and even fed three large granaries!
Well, it's a black mud field now, because the production volume is too large, and Quinn even has enough time to fertilize this land.

There is even enough water to take a bath for yourself, to satisfy the little cravings of my species.

So now, the old buffalo is unswervingly following the lord.Quinn would not doubt anything strange and weird things came out of the alchemy workshop.

Even if Liu Ergou gave him a seed tomorrow and said that gold can be grown here, he would do so.

However, An Moer's "Eighteen Fragrance Project" still frightened the old buffalo to choke a big mouthful of water in his pond.

"Eighteen kinds! It's not the first day we met, An Moer. How big a rock did your mole head hit in the ground to become so crazy? Or did you make weird things to eat all day long, and finally Eat yourself into Alzheimer's disease?"

"We don't have to worry about food now, but we can't just grow spices instead! According to your plan, I think you might as well marinate the whole city and make meat jerky!"

"What are you panicking about!" An Moer gave Quinn a white look, "You're already getting old, and you're still yelling all day long, be careful!"

"My plan has been approved by the lord. Besides, you should take a good look at the plan I gave you. When did I say that I will change all the spices?"

"What the lord said?" Quinn glanced at An Moer suspiciously, and then picked up the reed papyrus.

After reading the plan carefully again, Quinn finally understood what An Moer wanted to do, but he still looked skeptical.

"You said," Quinn pointed to the plan, "Except for the three that need to be planted separately, the others will be intercropped with my grain land?"

"Yes, are you illiterate or dementia, do I have to repeat it?" An Moer waved his hand impatiently, then pointed to the straw in Quinn's hand, and continued to explain

"What I mean is to plant the remaining ones that grow slowly, take up a lot of land, have high shelves, and don't take much nutrients, together with your original crops."

"In this way, we can make better use of the cultivated land - anyway, the drop-eared melons and white-leaf melons grow on their stomachs, so they don't need the space above them; my spices can also help your crops prevent insects, isn't it killing two birds with one stone? ?”

"You really don't want to grab nutrients?"

"I really don't want to grab it."

"Is it really not blocking the light?"

"Unstoppable"

"Can it really prevent insects?"

"It can really prevent insects! Are you finished?!"

"Then I'll think about it again."

After Quinn finished speaking, he completely ignored An Moer's murderous gaze, and dipped back into the pool again.On a river bank next to Easton Wharf, Burning Steel was standing alone, quietly watching the rushing river in front of him.

Even though he left Tilos, Burning Steel still couldn't change his habit of wearing a robe and a hood.

Most of his ten-year exile journey had been spent in that dark mine, and the hood and robe had already become part of his body.

Whether it is the bloody smell that accompanied him all day, or the shadow that couldn't wait to swallow him all the time, it was like a layer of heavy iron sand. No matter how the wind of the years blew, it could only be stirred continuously, but could not be removed. They take away.

After a long time, whether it is Yan Gang's face or his long-cooled heart, they have already been polished and scarred.

So even after leaving the dark bottom of Ross, Rangang still didn't want to take off his hood.This small piece of darkness in front of the forehead is far more kind than the warm sunshine that spreads over the whole land.

However, even though it had been rotting in the dark for so long, the eyes of Rangang were still sharp.It's just that this sharpness is often accompanied by a bit of confusion, just like a sharp knife that cuts iron like mud and cannot find its sheath.

At this moment, these sharp eyes are watching a boat sinking and floating in the waves in the distance.

It was a traditional two-masted cargo ship, common on this San Diego River.

Unlike Beiyuan, the land south of the San Diego River is covered with large tracts of farmland with good soil quality.

These farms belonging to the Lyra Thales Farming Association produced more than half of the empire's grain, and the two-masted cargo ships that transported grain can be seen almost everywhere on the San Diego River.

So it's not the boat that's unusual, but what's on it.

With the eyesight of burning steel, it is completely easy to see the ship at this distance.

In his field of vision, this ship, which appeared and disappeared in the waves, did not have the usual cargo bags or boxes on the deck.

Instead, there are people, all skinny, tied into a string with hemp rope, and sitting on the deck with numb expressions.

It is conceivable that there must be more such "people" crowded in the cold and dark warehouse below the deck of this ship.

This is a slave ship, or a slave ship. Anyway, no one here will dig into the source of this humanoid cargo, and it doesn't matter what the ship is called.

The owner of this boat is obviously a pretty greedy guy.Even a burning steel who doesn't know how to sail can easily see how hard this old and dilapidated ship is at the moment.

Carrying such a large and heavy "cargo" through the waves of the San Diego River, the old ship is obviously a little overwhelmed.Staggering, staggering, a slightly bigger wave came over and almost knocked it over the water.

The waves outside the two sides have already crossed the freeboard again and again, pressing those poor people who are leaning on the side to the middle again and again.

And on the bridge near the stern, a fat man in gorgeous clothes was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to a shrine, obviously praying for something.

suddenly!

A slightly larger wave hit the deck, finally broke through the slaves' defenses, and knocked a few weak slaves off the deck!