Please abide by the Basic Law

In Cecil's imagination, traveling in ancient European villages is a group of people wearing rusty armor - he has been a museum lecturer, and he knows that the biggest natural enemy of ancient armor is not weapons, but corrosion from the tide - the so-called knights They rode some skinny horses, held spears, and led a group of cattle, donkeys, two-wheeled carts, and villagers in rags, walking slowly on the grassland.

But so, what else?

In fact, Cecil was dead wrong.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, which was a good day for night walking.In the distance, a thing like a flash bomb rose first, flew into the sky and disappeared in a flash.

"It's fireworks." Mrs. Klass, a native of Ebo, explained, "When you walk out of the pass, you will perform sacrifices and set off fireworks, praying for a smooth trade."

This is not beyond Cecil's expectations, just as in ancient China, when a new ship was launched, various ceremonies were carried out in various places. In every fishing season, sailors would also perform activities such as offering incense and praying before going to sea. For a long-distance trade that takes three months at the shortest time, it is normal to have such a move.

What happened next was a bit unexpected.

Cecil heard a rumbling sound, like a low muffled thunder, and he looked up to the sky, but there was no cloud at all.

"What is this..."

Before Cecil finished his question, the huge heads of the two yaks suddenly got out of the grass, and rushed out with lightning speed!

Both of their horns were covered with metal tips, which shone coldly in the moonlight. Thick and thick black long hair floated out from under the metal helmet, their noses were also covered with anti-smashing plates, and two horns were attached near the shoulder blades. A large piece of armor is connected to the back. These armor pieces are covered with dense spikes protruding outwards. Some are even as long as an arm.

Yaks usually have a body length of nearly [-] meters and a shoulder height of about [-] meters. Basically, an adult man of average height in China has to look up when standing in front of it. These two yaks are even more exaggerated than this size, plus a full body The armor looks like that of a small armored car.

The two yaks advanced side by side, with amazing speed and terrible tonnage. Behind them was a thing like a plow. Two crescent-shaped sickles were placed at the tail of the plow.

This is not over yet.

There is a completely unnecessary platform inlaid at the joint between the plow and the yak. ​​There is a man wearing clothes made of long-haired cows and a super-long and wobbly gold headdress. He is beating a waist drum frantically, and at the same time he is cramping while stepping on the drum. ——This is on a yak that bumps like a trampoline!

"Look, the bull that leads the way!" Even though the hope of returning to China is slim, Mrs. Klass is still very excited. "The Moosei priest will dance on the cow to pray for blessings and open up the road! He is the leader of the trade team. No matter what the weather is, the trade team You can follow his guidance!"

Gold does shine and is quickly visible in bright conditions.The plow is indeed very sharp, followed by the second and third yak "chariots", and the plow is different.The second plow is a row of small saw-toothed spikes, which can turn up grass roots, and the third plow becomes a long oval stone, which can flatten and compact the soft dirt road. It acts as a weight to prevent the plow from floating.

It's a very reasonable arrangement. The only unreasonable thing is, why does a "country" that can go abroad in a day and a half have such a large amount of metal products?

Cecil's expression at this time was like that of Saitama-sensei, although he usually had this expression, but at this moment, he opened his mouth!

"Is there any iron mine near here?" Cecil asked in confusion.

"No." Mrs. Krass said.

"Where did the armor on those cows come from?"

"Of course it's custom-made." Mrs. Krass said, "Yak products are very welcome in the north. Toto Port not only has the largest seaport but also Might and Magic Gate. It is a big trading country, and you can exchange metal products from dwarves there."

Cecil still felt something was wrong: "Is Ebo rich?"

"As far as I know, it's okay." Mrs. Krass said.

"I think it's normal." Luther said.

The two looked at each other with disdainful expressions at the same time.

Cecil felt that both sides had some truths. Mrs. Klass could interpret magic anyway, while Luther had a different vision and a lot of knowledge.

"You may have seen many huge countries, but big countries are very rare." Luther knew Cecil's "virtue" and explained intimately, "Think about it, building a city wall is a very troublesome thing. If The place is small, just like us, you can use tree branches to surround it, but as the area expands, ordinary walls will not work. There are nearly 30 people in Crandall, and the Great Wall has been built for 70 years..."

"Great Wall?"

"Yes, the Great Wall." Luther looked puzzled, "Why?"

Uh, this should be a translation problem.

Cecil said: "You continue."

"There are nearly 30 people in Crandall, and it took 70 years to build the Great Wall to enclose such a large country. Other countries do not have such great perseverance and perseverance. Therefore, most countries are very small. But being small doesn’t mean they’re poor.” Luther said contemptuously, “Besides, it’s just putting some armor on the cows, what’s the fuss about that?”

"Hey, that's the Mooshi priest!" Mrs. Klass yelled, clenching her hands into fists, "Don't be disrespectful to Mooshi!"

Cecil can be regarded as someone who has seen this world believe in the god of civilization. However, Luther easily defeated Mrs. Class's pride with one sentence: "You have been kicked out, and you will become a savage sooner or later. thing."

Mrs. Krass seemed to have been hit in the heart, she covered her mouth and sobbed, "Even so, I won't recite the beliefs of Moossi", and then ran away crying.

Cecil watched Mrs. Krass rushing away like a leading yak over the grass, and couldn't help sighing: she really deserved to grow up eating beef.

The crowd of observers this time included Cecil, Langdon, Luther, Mrs. Krass, and the magic elk. How could it not come to this kind of gossip, and stared at the trade team with an extremely serious attitude throughout the whole process.Logically speaking, this group of people couldn't hide in the grass at all, but the movement of the trade team was too loud. The priests were still beating the drums frantically, and they had to get close to each other or they couldn't hear them at all.

"I have a question. For example, in a country with good weather, abundant food, no wars and natural disasters, the population will increase rapidly. If the country cannot expand its territory, people will not be able to live there sooner or later." Cecil pondered for a while, Asked, "What should I do now?"

"How could the population increase so quickly?" Luther asked in puzzlement.

"Because I'm full..."

"It's easy to die after giving birth to a child, and the elderly over 30 years old will also die. Generally, this kind of problem does not occur."

"..."

Forget the poor medical conditions here, Nima, the average life expectancy of more than 30!

Cecil hypothesized without giving up: "Magic can always help at such a time, right?"

"Oh, do you mean the country of magic? Magic countries are different, and their civilizations are completely different." Luther said, "They will indeed have the problem of overpopulation, but it is convenient for them to build city walls, and it is very convenient If you are rich, you can hire savages or people from other countries to help, if there is no way to build it, then divide the country, and the younger generation can find a suitable place to establish a branch country."

Damn it, there is such a coquettish operation in different countries?

"If the two places are too far apart, wouldn't they become completely different countries after a long time?" Cecil asked puzzled.

"But they believe in the same god!" Luther asked in puzzlement, "As long as they believe in the same civilization, they are compatriots even if they are separated by thousands of miles!"

Cecil was taken aback for a moment, and then an inexplicable emotion surged up.

"Of course, if there is a problem of interest, the so-called compatriots are just so that you can attack each other more precisely and perfectly." Luther added.

Well, the mood is gone.

Cecil watched the yak trade team roar past, very fast.

"According to this speed, Port Toto should be far away." Cecil asked.

"What are you talking about?" the leading elk said, "How can the yaks maintain this speed forever? They just use this method to quickly pass through dangerous areas because they travel at night. Usually, the speed is very slow." He let out a donkey bray, Satisfied and authentic, "Although I can watch it once a year, it is still a very interesting gossip."

The trade team had gone far, and several people walked forward to the newly opened "road", looking at the dark land.

"How do you feel, Cecil?" Langdon asked suddenly.

Cecil looked at the male god's face—ah, it's still so attractive—and then at "Lu", and said, "We can try to grow wheat here."

Langdon: "..."

Luther: "???"

Lead elk: "What is wheat?"

"A kind of food can produce a kind of food, planted in autumn and harvested in summer, and made into bread-like food." Cecil said enthusiastically, "Look, this land has been plowed, although it shouldn't be pressed, but it is always It is better than our manual work. We only need to burn it to burn out the grass ash, and then do a little intensive cultivation. Without much trouble, we can grow good wheat! It happens that there is also a lack of water here, so the plateau wheat must have a different taste! "

"Sounds good!" exclaimed the lead elk.

"That's right, and let me tell you, steamed buns can also be made into meat buns, sugar buns, stuffed with various fillings, and dumplings, wow, that's delicious!" You can make thin-skinned ones, soup dumplings, steamed buns, alas, the more I talk about it, the more I want to eat it!"

"Me too!" the lead elk praised, "Then, where are the wheat seeds?"

Cecil: "..."

Luther made up the knife faintly: "When the trade team comes back, it happens to be able to use your wheat to feed the yaks, which saves rations, and eat all the way."

Cecil: "..."

Langdon sighed: "You are too delicious."

No, male god, listen to my explanation!