Undead Farm

Chapter 66 The Wild Berry in the Handkerchief

"what is this?"

Ye Sangen leaned over and looked at Weng Ling leaning down in the calf-high weeds to pick up some red fruits the size of quail eggs, and couldn't help but ask strangely.

"There is no name for the wild fruit, but everyone calls it the little wild berry. When I was a child, my mother took me to pick it many times and gave it to me as snacks and fruit."

Weng Ling put the two largest and reddest wild berries in his palm and blew them, then handed them to Ye Sangeng.

"Although it's a bit sour, it's still delicious. Would you like to try it?"

Midnight took it, only to find that Weng Ling had carefully wrapped the last small wild berry in a handkerchief.

By the way, there were only three fruits in the grass just now.

"You don't eat?"

Weng Ling shook his head, and gently put the wrapped handkerchief in a small satchel on his waist:
"I just want to smell it and reminisce about my childhood."

Ye San lowered his head to look, picked a small wild berry, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, but only smelled a faint grass scent, then stuffed it into his mouth and bit it lightly,
A strong sour feeling instantly filled his mouth, and saliva was secreted unconsciously, but after the sourness faded away, a faint sweet taste kept lingering in his mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Weng Ling asked expectantly.

"I haven't seen this kind of small wild berry for a long time since I left Lorraine. Isn't it sweet?"

"Uh..." Ye Sangen touched his nose.

"Well, it's quite sweet. It's the first time I've tasted such sweet fruit."

"That's right! I just said it's delicious!"

Weng Ling raised his eyebrows, happily jumped out of the grass and continued to walk forward. It can be seen that his steps are much lighter.

Ye Sangeng glanced at the little wild berry left in his hand, and sighed softly.

The sour taste of this fruit was almost unbearable even for his weakened sense of taste. Weng Ling didn't seem to have a very good life when he was a child.

But since her memory still stays in the good childhood, Ye Sangen naturally won't spoil the scenery to expose it.

After thinking for a while, he took out the handkerchief with seeds that Weng Ling gave him last time from his waist, and imitated Weng Ling to wrap up the small wild berries, and then put them in a crack in the purse.

……

Baiyan Village is only about 30 kilometers away from Luolan City. It can be clearly seen on the road that the farther away from Luolan City, the better the growth of the plants on the roadside.

The leaves of the same plant change from thin to wide, and the plants also change from short to tall. Even the ears of wheat that have begun to fill in the farmland are much larger than the half-dead ones in the city of Lorraine.

Ye San estimated that it would be no problem to at least double the output of the same area. In addition, the villagers of Baiyan Village were much more diligent. They not only erected scarecrows in the fields to drive away birds, but also repaired some wooden huts for the farmers. Rest and beware of mowing thieves.

Seeing a farmer sitting by the wooden house and smoking a pipe, with a polished farm fork leaning against the wall behind him, staring at him and Weng Ling warily, Ye Sangen shook his head.

No wonder Lorraine City will continue to decline. It seems that the natural disaster of the undead has more or less affected Lorraine City. The spirits of the people in the two places are completely different.

Based on the fighting power of this farmer, it is estimated that he is more brave than those soft Loran soldiers he saw at first.

"It's just ahead." Weng Ling suddenly looked back.

"Oh, here we come."

Baiyan Village is said to be a village, but from the outside, it is completely beyond Ye Sangen's expectations. The outside is actually surrounded by a two-meter-high wall with white rocks, and most of the buildings inside are white stone houses.

Looking at the path paved with white stone slabs under his feet, Ye Sangen became silent.

Lorraine city doesn't have so many stone materials to build houses. Who is the village?Who is the city?
Seemingly aware of the doubts in the middle of the night, Weng Ling turned around and explained to him:

"Just like our Luolan collar is rich in timber, Tianshi collar is rich in stone mines and some iron mines, especially stone mines. The main output comes from Baiyan Village."

"Didn't Baiyan Village belong to the Luolan Territory before?"

Ye San was even more strange. He accidentally made his voice a little louder and attracted the attention of several passers-by. They laughed and pointed at them.

Weng Ling held his eyebrows and sighed: "Since Luolan City made its fortune by selling timber, and most of the residents in the city are lumberjacks, no one is good at mining and doesn't pay much attention to it, until Baiyan Village was lost to Tianshi It’s too late to regret after receiving it.”

"That's it..." Ye Sangen nodded and said nothing.

Logging is indeed much easier than digging quarry, and the quarry has to be processed, but the lord of Lorraine Territory failed to discover the huge profits after the industry, so it has to be said that it is a bit short-sighted.

Looking at this small village, one can tell that the life of the people is not bad at all. Although it is only a small village of two or three hundred people, there are all kinds of buildings in the village.

In the middle of the night, you can see a lot of restaurants, cloth shops, and some roadside stalls called snacks, but there are more stone art shops with open yards and stone carvings and steles on the floor. .

Looking at the sweaty naked men, they were hammering and hammering on the white stone. The ground was covered with a large piece of white stone fragments and powder, and on the other side were several men who looked like businessmen with a big belly. Picking and choosing over the finished product.

He nodded in the middle of the night. This is what an industry should look like. From mining to processing to output, it can also attract the development of catering and accommodation-related industries. This can be seen from the densely packed inns and restaurants. You can see it.

If we were a little more ruthless, maybe even some unspeakable entertainment industries could be promoted along the way, but unfortunately, no matter how good we think, it’s useless.
Because they all belong to other people.

"We'll buy the quilts when we go back. How about we pick out some food first?" Weng Ling said to Ye Sangen.

"Oh, okay, it's up to you."

Ye Sangeng followed behind Weng Ling and nodded, and then they got into a small shop that seemed to be relatively free.

Stepping over the stone threshold that was sat smooth by the soles of the shoes or the little baby who was watching the store, I looked around the store at midnight.

The shop is small, but the floor is tidy, and the shelves are very simple, consisting of five or six semi-open sacks, and inside the sacks are wheat of different grades.

"Why is it all wheat?"

Ye Sangeng frowned, and at this moment a woman walked over with a two-year-old boy in her arms.

"Guest order...ah! You are..."

Weng Ling ran over with a grin: "It's me, Xiao Qu'er, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you even gave birth to a child?!"

The woman blushed, put the child down in a hurry, and then pulled a stool to wipe it.

"Lord Weng, please sit down, the shabby shop makes you laugh."

Weng Ling was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "Even you made fun of me..."

　Thank you for the book list recommendation left under the key. This book has reached the third round of recommendation stage. If you win this round, you can break out of the classification. Thank you everyone.

　　


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