Reversing life starts with saving the most beautiful educated youth

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"Alas, we live so close to each other. If we can't communicate more and each of us isolate ourselves, it won't be long before there are estrangements and conflicts. Even if peace can be achieved through the efforts of both sides, it will be a very short-lived peace."

Ganfor continued to explain earnestly, hoping that the chief could understand what he meant.

"Since soil can give birth to plants and island clouds can cultivate plants, why not dig some soil back and plant the seeds in the soil, wait for it to take root and grow big enough, transplant it to the island cloud for cultivation, and the soil can be replanted, can't it be repeated like this? And you have been talking about the importance of soil for a long time. I see that you have occupied such a large island for hundreds of years, but you haven't developed the land or planted anything?"

After listening for a long time, Gel couldn't help but raise his doubts. Look at the aunties next door. They put a few foam boxes of soil on the balcony and have endless fruits and vegetables all year round. You not only have an entire island, but you can also cultivate plants on the island cloud. The population is so small, why do you say it as if you are starving to death.

The two old men looked at each other. They can be regarded as the most powerful people in this world, but they were not dissatisfied because a young man like Gel suddenly interrupted their important discussion. Instead, they frowned and looked at Gel at the same time, and asked in unison:

"What is a seed? What is planting?"

This time it was Geer's turn to be confused. He frowned and asked:

"So how do you usually cultivate plants that can be eaten?"

Gan Fuer spoke first:

"You mean God-given? These plants can only be born on the holy land of Siba. After we find these magical plants given by God, we will transplant them to the island cloud and wait for them to grow and bear fruit. It has always been like this. Is there something wrong?"

Gel looked at the chief beside him with surprise and found that he actually nodded and thought that the other party was right.

""Pah!"

Gel slapped his forehead.

Finally solved the case!

Good fellow!

It turns out that this group of people don't know how to grow crops at all. They just find edible plants on the island and transplant them to the island cloud for cultivation. The Sky Island people are not plant producers, but just nature's porters!

Gel was about to swear, but after thinking carefully, there is no soil and plants in the sky. It is extremely unlikely that an island will be washed up by the sea current. In tens of millions of years, it may only be 400 years ago that half of Gaya Island was washed up to the sky. So it is reasonable that the Sky Island people don't know how to farm.

So they regard the soil and the plants growing on the soil as gifts from God. This seems to explain why the Sky Island people have occupied Arpaiado for hundreds of years but have never developed it. They just let the plants on the island grow wildly and forbid ordinary people to set foot on it. Maybe it is to prevent people from"disturbing" the birth of useful plants on Spar?

People cannot set foot on the holy land, let alone one or two primitive botanists who observe and summarize the growth laws of plants out of curiosity. And the plants transplanted to the island cloud may not be able to grow for some reason. The seeds cannot take root and sprout directly on the island cloud.

Under many coincidences, the Sky Islanders have been living like this for hundreds of years, and they are grateful to the gods for occasionally finding a few useful plants on the island. Gel can only sigh that ignorance makes people happy.

As the indigenous Shandia people who originally lived in Qinghai, they probably knew how to farm before, but they had just arrived in the sky when a war broke out with the Sky Islanders.

After the defeat, they suffered heavy casualties.

The only survivors fled from Arpaiado and wandered around in the sea of clouds.

They often had to face the encirclement and suppression of successive Sky Island rulers, living a nomadic life, and it was even more impossible to continue to plant.

They have not returned to the muddy land for four hundred years and rely on fishing in the sky sea for a living.

Their planting technology should have been lost long ago.

It seems that their prototype is the Polynesian who cut down the last palm tree in the Easter Island civilization, so this situation just fits the setting.

Gel was too lazy to explain it to them in detail. He directly bought more than a dozen basic books on persuading and helping farmers from the system, and slapped one copy for each person on Ganfor and the chief's face and said disdainfully:

"At such an old age, he doesn't even know how to farm. Ignorance is not terrible, but what is terrible is that he doesn't make progress. He only knows how to fight with a bunch of brothers all day long. He is really unworthy of being the head of the tribe. Do you know how to read? Go back and read more books first. After you finish reading these books, let's talk about your plans for the two tribes in the future."

Several Shandia warriors who were too close heard Captain Gel's barrage of attacks on the two leaders, and they were so scared that they hurriedly hid away. Ganfor picked up one of the books, flipped through a few pages at random, and his eyes widened. He stood there in a daze and couldn't move.

"This! What is this?"

He couldn't help but sigh. The book introduced in detail how to farm from all aspects, including weather, geographical location, field system, sowing, tillage, irrigation, manure, etc. These knowledge that he had never touched before had a huge impact on his inherent cognition, just like a lifelong theist who suddenly saw the definite evidence that there is no god when he was in his seventies or eighties.

"What is it? Watch carefully and learn it well. Don't just attribute it to God's gift without exploring the things you don't understand. Don't you have the title of God? What magic do you know? What treasure can you conjure? Tell me yourself?"

Gan Fuer was speechless after being scolded by Geer. His face turned red and black. Finally, he could only swallow his anger and close his mouth to continue reading the book in his hand.

Seeing him like this, the chief was also very curious. He hurriedly picked up a book and flipped through it, and then his reaction was exactly the same as the former, but he was also afraid of being scolded by Geer, so he blocked his mouth with his hand in advance and did not make any exclamation sounds....