Take Taobao with you to another world

Holding a long rope with an iron hook at the end, Beiji stared closely at the upper reaches of the river.

After several days of felling, only the trunks of the water willows on the banks of the river were left. Those long branches were collected, soaked in water, and woven into baskets with deep mouths.Although the field of vision has been widened because of this, they can see at least 500 steps of the river, as long as something flows down the river, they have enough time to react at the current river flow rate.But after all, it was the first time to do this kind of work, and he was personally ordered by Master Sorcerer, so the white-haired and brown-skinned boy still felt a little nervous.

The whistle came along with the wind, and Beiji stretched his neck to look, and the end of his sight was still the flowing river, but as the whistle approached, four wooden rafts connected in pairs finally appeared at the bend of the river.Two black-haired bereaved men stood on a wooden raft, surrounded by dozens of baskets of white ore.It was they who made the whistle, alerting those downstream that they were approaching.

Beji and the others stepped into the shallow water on the shore, waiting for their approach.Several hooks were thrown out and hooked on the wooden raft going down the water. Many teenagers on the bank worked together to pull the wooden raft to the river.

People moved baskets of white ore off the wooden raft and sent them to the place designated by the magician.On the northeast corner of the camp, 50 people have been digging a ditch since early in the morning—at least in Beiji’s view, it’s just a ditch, and a pit has been formed. According to the instructions of the magician, the men working there borrowed two large pots from the catering team and poured water into them time after time.Baskets of white ore were dumped beside it.

"There are a lot of stones nearby, why go to such a far place to dig?" Beiji's companion asked in a low voice.

"Stones are different from stones, aren't they?" Bei Ji replied.Although he didn't understand the difference between these stones brought from somewhere upstream and the nearby stones, but the magician specially designated them because they were different.

The emptied wicker baskets were piled up, the handles were connected in series, and then they were hung on a wheelbarrow that made strange noises, and were pushed back to the mining site along the narrow path by the person who had just returned with the raft.The women in charge of weaving these containers are quite diligent, and the baskets that have been woven have been piled up into hills. Originally, Beiji and many people thought that these baskets were made for going to the forest to collect nuts, but the fact is always unexpected.After the seemingly astonishing number of baskets were actually distributed, it was discovered that the distribution to each team was actually limited, because the warlocks needed more than just these white ores.

There is iron in the west, coal in the north, and this white stone in the south.Warlocks need them, especially the first two, as many as possible.

The people who came here for the first time thought that under the care of the magician, the whole group was already rich and powerful like never before. They had shelters that could keep out the cold wind, and they had very convenient tools. They were able to hunt and fish, and the harvest far exceeded expectations. , you only need to collect food diligently, and then use the felled wood to build a shelter, then there will be no other difficult things.Although the cold winter is approaching, they are storing a lot of fuel, and they will definitely not have to endure it as hard as in the past.As long as spring comes, these lands that have been reclaimed will bring them harvest next year.

But the future that the magician sees is different from anyone else.

He said that it is not enough to just rely on the tools he provided, and people must learn to make them by themselves; winter has not really come, and spring is too far away from people, during which time the land can still be used to produce food.Although tents or wooden shacks can withstand a certain degree of wind and snow, there are still some weak people who cannot survive the severe cold.

So what should everyone do?

The magician said the method, but his language is too profound, those words full of wisdom sound very pleasant, but it is difficult for ordinary people who only know the sun, moon, stars, birth, old age, sickness and death to understand his language, so most people No, people remember only those sentimental prospects.The gentle black-haired adult had no choice but to sigh softly, saying that you don't have to remember, just do what I tell you.The future is bright for everyone, but to get there, everyone has to work hard for it.

Bei Ji was still just a teenager, so he was not qualified to attend the meeting called by the magician, but those who had attended would pass on the words of the magician to the tribe when they returned.The magician is busy, and there are not many opportunities for people other than the bereaved to get in touch with him. Everyone likes to listen to the words and deeds of the magician described by the former team leaders and captains from their own tribe, and then sleep contentedly.One of Bei Ji's elder brothers is the captain, so he can sit in the nearest place when the elder brother speaks.After hearing those reports, Bei Ji felt that the magician must be the most intelligent and powerful person in the world.

How could he do so many amazing things?The water-powered brick making machine only works during the day, and in just three days, at least 3 adobes have been made.Bei Ji didn't know what the concept of "ten thousand" was. He only knew that there were long rows of bricks on the drying yard, more than his fingers, and the number of bricks piled up in each row was completely impossible to count. Cleared up.The patriarch's grandson is recognized as the smartest person in the clan. He went to the magician to ask these questions. The adult obviously had a lot of things to do, but he answered him very patiently.One person has ten fingers, ten people is one hundred, ten one hundred is one thousand, ten one thousand is ten thousand, so if that machine continues to press clay into bricks every day, how much will it be after a month? ?The patriarch's grandson is now fretting over this question.

And the first batch of bricks was fired last night. The night wind cooled the scorching brick kiln. The adults knocked open the soil outside and counted out the bricks that had been burnt almost as hard as stones.Originally, those bricks were piled up not far from the white ore.

Bei Ji was silently counting how many things the magician had accomplished during this time, and his companion who had sneaked over there to watch the fun came back trotting.

"Bajibaji!" Kara called his name excitedly, "You know what I just saw!"

"What?" Bei Ji looked back at him, not quite understanding why he was so excited.

"I just saw Mr. Sorcerer very close! Mr. Sorcerer!"

All eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred immediately focused on Kara, and the boy with white hair and brown skin was stabbed by the surrounding eyes, he laughed twice, then grabbed Beiji with one hand, and said in a low voice, "This is my first time. Once I got so close to that adult, he walked by me."

"Those survivors didn't push you out?" Beiji was also a little jealous of the kid's good luck, but although he only met Lord Magician from a distance, his elder brother had spoken to that adult.It's just that those bereaved people always follow the lord as if they regard the magician as their own, and they don't even want to entrust others with running errands.

Kara replied with a smile, "I don't know why the magician asked them to do something, only a few people stayed with him, I can see the magician's face clearly, and he even smiled at me! "

Bei Ji puffed his cheeks and snorted, "My brother talked to the magician!"

"Your brother is the captain. In fact, I also want to talk to the magician..." Kara said enviously, "It would be great if I were a survivor."

"..." Bei Ji didn't speak anymore. Compared with those tribes who appeared in front of the magician later, the survivors who had been with the magician for a longer time and were more pleasing, of course received more favor.

"But it's a bit strange. What did the magician ask people to throw those white stones into the puddle?" Kara scratched her cheek with her index finger, and asked a little puzzled, "Don't you want them?"

The answer is of course not.

In the puddle with a diameter of 3 meters, the limestone is undergoing a violent boiling reaction, and the boiling white water droplets are constantly splashing around. In the cold morning, the water vapor rising from the boiling pool looks exaggerated. Huge column of smoke.The people who were prevented by the magician from carrying these "ordinary stones" with bare hands finally understood the function of the gloves. After a little fear, the people who watched this spectacle from a considerable distance began to be angry with the water. The use of the stone aroused interest.But before giving the answer, the magician, who was always solving the riddles and creating more mysteries, went to another place.

"You haven't seen me for a long time, have you forgotten me?"

The young man with colored hair said sadly.

The survivors who followed Yun Shen looked at the shameless Taco patriarch expressionlessly.Since this guy took charge of this errand, his daily harvest has exceeded that of the hunting team. After the routine daily counting, he must go to the hunting team to laugh and hate. Varna and Tashan's Varna are very willing to agree on one thing - to teach this bastard Takla a profound lesson, which is the idea shared by many young people in the tribe.

"Because it's you, I'm very relieved. Doesn't Tata also think that she has done a good job?" Yun Shen smiled slightly.

An inconspicuous blush appeared on the face of the color-haired young man opposite, but before this guy who hadn't appeared on the scene for a long time was swaying, Yun Shen's next sentence made the cheerful atmosphere overflowing all over his body freeze into ice in an instant, "So I ask you to collect must be ready, right?"

"This...well," Takla's gaze shifted, "Of course...of course it's okay..."

Yun Shen smiled as if he didn't see his resistance, "Then where are they now?"

There were many styles of acting, but the only patriarch, Takla, who did not procrastinate, shuffled away. Soon after, he took the lead and came back with a small basket that was very finely woven and covered, and placed it in front of Yunshen.

When the lid was opened, not only Takla, but also people around Yun Shen showed unbearable expressions.

A whole basket of wriggling creatures—skinless snakes in the language of this world, earthworms in earth parlance.