The Primitive World of Planar Trading

The lonely mountain is extremely high and huge, from the halfway up the mountain to the foot of the mountain, even in a straight line, the distance is quite far, but the speed of the two Longevity Wood people is beyond imagination. Appeared at the bridgehead.

Fine... elves!

Wu Nuo was dumbfounded. The word "elf" kept swiping in his head, and his brain froze immediately.

Sensing the suffocating and powerful aura of the man opposite, Bai couldn't help but take a step forward, carefully protecting Wu Nuo behind his back, with silver light on his fingertips, his brows slightly frowned, and his eyes were not friendly.

The long-eared people were used to the breath of Grandpa Shu, but they were very afraid of Yihubai. Seeing his sudden murderous aura, they tensed up in fright.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Grandpa Shu didn't seem to be affected by the tense atmosphere at all. Instead, he smiled gently and said, "The little ones of the Yinyi family are all grown up. How is your dad doing now? What about that cunning little guy Wu Quan? He should still be alive." Bar?"

The sound is good...it sounds good!

Wait a minute, the old witch turned into a little guy in the mouth of this man in front of him. How old is this man?

No, now is not the time to worry about these things!

How did he know Dawu and Silver Wing?

Could it be that this is another place where the great witch has traveled before?

Wu Nuo's admiration for the old witch couldn't help but increase a bit. If he didn't come out, he wouldn't know the hardships of traveling outside, especially in this primitive world that is almost wild, with no roads, no maps, few people, and dangers everywhere. If you are not careful I don't even know how I lost my life.

The great witch was able to travel outside for so many years and finally returned to his hometown with all his tail. The hardships involved are by no means clear in a few words.

No wonder he was able to keep the title of the big tribe when the Changhe tribe was weakest with his name alone.

And now the Changhe Tribe can develop so rapidly, of course Wu Nuo and Bai have a lot of credit for it, but if there is no big witch behind it, things will never go so smoothly.

Grandpa Shu clearly spoke neither the innate language of the orcs nor the Dahu language nor the Changhe language, but Bai understood everything verbatim. He never expected to hear his father from the mouth of a person he had never met. The name, and the tone was very affectionate, the vigilance in his heart was slightly relieved, and the silver light on his fingertips dispersed, and he said seriously: "My father and mother have returned to the embrace of the beast god, and the great witch is still alive. , he is doing well in the tribe."

The life of the Changshengmu people is extremely long. Grandpa Shu can't remember how many cold winters he has lived in. He has long been used to seeing and belittled the life and death of human beings. He nodded slightly and sighed, and his eyes fell on Wu Nuo. He smiled and asked, "Are you a disciple of witch power?"

Wu Nuo saluted respectfully, nodded and smiled, and said, "Yes. In the past, the great witch often told us that he had a generous friend of the Longevity Wood Clan. I didn't expect to meet you here. It's a great honor. The great witch knows, and also Will be very happy."

Grandpa Shu laughed loudly and said, "Little guy, you can talk like Wu Quan, interesting, interesting."

Alai didn't expect Grandpa Shu to know the big witch of the Changhe Tribe. The little guy was very happy and said excitedly: "Grandpa Tree, Grandpa Tree, you see, I'm right, Wu Nuo is interesting, Xiaoqi still doesn't believe it!" As he spoke, he also glanced provocatively at the chubby little doll beside Grandpa Shu, who looked extremely proud.

Shu Xiaoqi snorted, and stared back without showing any weakness.

Both Grandpa Shu and Amu have gotten used to the way Alai and Shu Xiaoqi get along with each other. The woody air is not only fresh and pleasant, but also has great benefits for the orcs. Alai squinted his eyes in comfort.

Because of the 'old friend', Wu Nuo, Bai, and Grandpa Shu gradually opened up the chatter box. From Wu Quan, they gradually talked about the tribe, and from the tribe to the cold winter, they talked about food. Everyone chatted and walked, and soon Went to the valley below the cliff.

Due to the occlusion of the cliffs and mountains, the river valley seemed small and narrow from the mountain, but when they got closer, they found something strange. What they saw on the cliff just now was only a small corner of the tail of the valley. With the trend of the river, the real The valley is on the other side of the mountain, wide, flat and fertile.

The valleys and some hillsides have long been reclaimed into fertile fields. There are a lot of grains planted in the fields. From a distance, it looks a bit like the rice and wheat planted by Wu Nuo, but when you get closer, you find that it is not.

"...What are these?" Wu Nuo picked up an ear of rice and asked Amu, taking the opportunity, he uploaded the transaction information on the system.

"Su (su)."

[Original millet, rich in carbohydrates, suitable for carbon-based life. 】Almost at the same time, both Amu and the system gave answers.

It can be seen that the Chang'er family has been domesticating this primitive type of millet for a long time, but the yield of millet is not too high, not even as high as the rice and primitive type of wheat he planted.

Fortunately, the river valley is big enough and the millet yield is not high, but it can help the long-eared family survive the terrible winter.

The lonely mountain is huge, and the long-eared family has been entrenched here all year round. In addition to planting chestnuts, they will also plant some fruit trees, melons and vegetables like the monkeys and beasts. They will also raise some small animals such as meat birds, water birds, and horned sheep. The mountain range is also rich in production. As long as they can survive the cold winter and the slack in spring, they can basically meet the daily food needs of the tribe at other times. Compared with many tribes, the life of the Changer tribe is quite good.

The valley is relatively shady and the sunshine is not enough, so the maturity of millet is obviously delayed a lot.

It's only now that it's mature.

People of the Chang'er clan are busy in the fields with simple stone tools and wooden tools.Some people are busy cutting the ears of rice in front, while others are pulling rice stalks behind.

For this harvest, the people of the Chang'er clan have been busy for several days, and there are already dried ears of rice on several flat rocks in the distance.

They beat the dry ears of rice repeatedly with wooden boards, knocking out the corn in the ears of rice, and cleaned off the excess chaff. The elderly and young children are responsible for picking out the dregs in the corn bit by bit.

Although the system defines this kind of grain as the original millet, it is somewhat different from the millet Wu Nuo has seen on the earth before. The millet of the long-eared family is green, and it is greener than the millet he saw in the supermarket before. The yellow millet is about twice the size. As for the taste, you have to taste it to know.

"...Our tribe has also planted some grain. Although there is no millet, our rice looks similar to your millet." Wu Nuo said.

"Rice? Is it the delicious and delicious thing that the adults gave me last time?" Alai can still recall the taste of the scallion flatbread, and the corners of his mouth are suspiciously moist.

"No. That kind of flatbread is made of flour made from wheat. Unlike your millet, rice is grown in paddy fields. After the rice grains are ground, they can be used for cooking porridge or steaming rice."

"Porridge... steamed rice... do they have flatbread?"

"Rice itself has no taste, it can only fill your stomach, but it can also be made into fried rice, the taste is no worse than flatbread." Wu Nuo explained patiently.

Although rice sounds similar to millet, but when he heard that the fried rice was as delicious as flatbread, the moisture at the corners of Alai's mouth became more obvious, and he stared at Wu Nuo with big eyes, as if a glutton was about to crawl out of his mouth.

"It just so happens that I have some rice left over here. I wonder if I can exchange it for some of your millet. Let's all try something new."

"Yes, yes, I'll get it for you now!" Alai jumped out of Grandpa Shu's arms and disappeared in a flash.

"This child..." Grandpa Shu shook his head and laughed.

After Alai left, the group of them continued to walk down the valley, and after a short walk, the leader of the Lone Mountain Tribe and the great witch all came over.

Chief Ya and the Amu Alai brothers have a five-point resemblance, and they look like a family at first glance.Because he is not a beast-level orc himself, Fang looks thinner, about 180 in height, slightly taller than Wu Nuo, but compared with the orcs or even pure humans in this world, he is not tall.

The long-eared clan is a beauty, and Yashen is the leader, and his appearance is not bad. Although he is not as good-looking as Grandpa Shu, and he is not as sharp as Bai Lengjun, his facial features are very good. His temperament is very gentle, kind and easy-going. In front of Bai, he didn't show any timidity like other tribesmen.

The great witch, Wu Zhu, was an elderly man with a wrinkled face. He seemed not much younger than Wu Quan. After chatting for a few words, Wu Nuo realized that he was 20 years older than the great witch.

In this world, people who are over 45 years old are considered old people. It is really not easy for Wu Zhu to live to this age.

What's even more difficult is that he doesn't look as old as Wu Quan, with clear eyes and clear eyes, he walks fast on crutches, and he is kind and kind. Many orc cubs who have no form in the tribe have come to look for him. He acted like a baby and pestered him to ask for something to eat. When the tribesmen saw him, they all stopped their work and greeted him proactively. He was very popular and loved in the tribe.

Although Grandpa Tree seldom transformed into a human form, he has been rooted in Gushan much longer than the long-eared clan lived and multiplied here. In the past few years, when the Chang-ear tribe offered sacrifices to their ancestors, he would be invited to attend the sacrificial ceremony. Occasionally, when the tribe encountered any crisis, he would also appear. Every year, he would also give the Chang-ear tribe the incomparably precious witch medicine. It is no exaggeration. To put it bluntly, in the eyes of the Chang'er people, he is a living god.

As soon as he appeared, many long-eared people who had been favored by him immediately offered their knees and bowed down, they couldn't be more respectful and pious.

Emma, ​​this is the highest level of magic stick!

Wu Xiaonuo Sensen felt that he had found a goal worth studying hard!