Take Taobao with you to another world

"Tianlan, how far is the Far East from here?" Yun Shen asked.

"It's very far." Fan Tianlan replied, "When I was invited to participate in the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor of the Central Empire ten years ago, Astaros took his Yulong airship and traveled all the way at a constant speed without landing. From Baidu to Kalamidi It took a total of 21 days to fly. From Kalamidi to the Black Stone Kingdom, it took a month to ride a horse."

"This distance is far enough," Yun Shen pondered for a while, and then said, "Then there is no need to reply to that king, just put him aside."

"..." Wen Feng watched silently as the young sorcerer calmly "put aside" the Storm Lord's invitation, and continued the previous discussion as if it had not been interrupted.As a relatively ordinary survivor, Wenfeng also knew that the Storm Lord was definitely not an ordinary person like a lord or a king.Is such indifference really okay?

In fact, the black-haired king in the far east is indeed a very special existence in Central Continent. In terms of status on the Central Continent alone, the Storm Lord is higher than His Majesty the Emperor of the Central Empire.Although the latter is the political leader of the empire with the broadest territory and the most powerful force in the world, the federal territory controlled by the Storm Lord is not much smaller than the empire.More importantly, in the past ten years of being in the world in the name of the storm, Astaros's few shots have already made the three major professional unions acquiesce him as the pinnacle symbol of the pure "power" field, even if the empire The first emperor Fatales was not able to achieve this level when he was alive.

Compared with Yun Shen, who came here for a short time and whose understanding of this world is still quite superficial, Fan Tianlan, as a former mercenary included in the dangerous list by the mercenary union, knows much more about the owner of the Far East Throne than ordinary people.But no matter how strong Astaros' power is, it is almost a continent away, and his power can't affect this corner.No matter where the black-haired king knew about Yun Shen's arrival, as long as he didn't spread the news, the favor was meaningless.If there is anything worthy of attention, it is probably the part related to the prince.Jaga is the second favored person after Astaros. This 12-year-old boy has been living with the Storm Lord in Baidu. The words conveyed in a tortuous way can even It was the boy's first statement on external affairs.

"The mirror image presented by the eternal sea that travels through time and space", at least part of the prince's ability is related to prophecy.Prophecy is not a particularly rare arcane talent in Central Continent, but compared with those prophets who can only foresee things in a moment and a place, what the favored ones "see" is of a completely different nature.

The stars of different colors visiting this world are comparable to the double stars of the sun and the moon about to rise from the black sea.Fan Tianlan noticed something from these two sentences, glanced at Yun Shen who was talking to Feng An, Fan Tianlan turned his gaze back to the notebook in his hand.

This is not a good place to discuss related issues.

Wen Feng has already conveyed his words, and staying here with his body injury can only be regarded as an obstacle for others, he was about to leave just now, but he saw what Feng An took out from the clay pot to show the magician.Light yellow and fluffy, balled up in the boy's hand and making a faint cry... It seems to be the chick of some kind of bird.

Winter chicks?

"Master, it's really possible to hatch with a fire kiln!" Feng An said excitedly, "These all came out this morning! We are very careful about the temperature, and the rest will go well, right?"

Yun Shen held a chick, put it back into the open clay pot covered with straw, and said with a smile, "Well, it will go well. How many bad eggs are there on this layer that was hatched this morning?"

Feng An stretched out his fingers to count, and then replied, "There are 7 that didn't hatch."

"There are 50 eggs on the first floor, and 7 of them didn't hatch, so how many eggs did they hatch?"

Feng An's face wrinkled.

Yun Shen smiled, "If you can't figure it out, you can ask Ou Jie for advice."

Feng An lowered his head, Yun Shen stretched out his hand and lightly stroked the child's stunned hair, "Could it be that you two had a fight?"

"...No." Feng An replied in a low voice.

"Then let's get along well. Thank you for helping to hatch these chicks. I have taught Mingyue how to feed them, so just do as she tells you." Yun Shen said softly, "For me, everyone It's all the same, don't worry about anything, eh?"

Feng An nodded, and then bid him farewell with Wen Feng.

Looking at the downcast figure of the young man who has always been close to him, Wenfeng who was following behind him asked, "Who is Oujie?"

"The grandson of the patriarch of the Tashan tribe."

"Did you fight?"

Feng An turned his head and stared at him, "I don't know how to fight."

"Then why are you so awkward?"

Feng An was silent for a while, and then reluctantly said, "He learns things faster than us."

Wen Feng was startled, "What are you learning?"

"The magician said to teach us mathematics first. After the house is built, he will start to teach us other knowledge in a more formal way. Those who have performed well before that can be his assistants." When it comes to the last sentence, Feng An's tone was pure yearning, and then he fell down, "No one learns as fast as Oujie, he is the first to answer every time the magician asks, and then the magician said that in this way other children will not be able to take the turn, let He gave the opportunity to others."

"...Is there any problem?" Wenfeng wondered where the sorcerer who was said to be always busy had time to teach these young people the so-called knowledge. This is not the key point, the key is that the sorcerer actually wants to teach These children who have nothing to do with him?Forget about other tribes, the problem is that the survivors don't have the talent of strength from their blood. If it's just to train servants, that's not what they should be taught.

...What's more, that kind of gentle attitude doesn't look like a normal strength talent at all.

"What's the problem?" Feng An glanced at him, "Because Oujie learns faster than anyone else, so the magician set aside another half an hour to teach him after our study time... It's too enviable Already!" the boy finally said angrily.

Sure enough, it was only a 12-year-old child.Wen Feng thought to himself, but he has a problem.

"Feng An, what did you say 'half an hour'?"

"It's time—ah, Uncle Wenfeng, you don't know yet." Feng'an stopped, and pointed to the object hanging on the log that had puzzled Wenfeng before, "That's it. That's the magician The clock given to us, when we start working, when we eat, rest, and hold meetings, are all carried out according to the time indicated on it. 'Hour' is a scale it indicates to us."

Wenfeng walked over and looked at it for a while, "What do you think of this?"

With Feng An's efforts, Wen Feng finally knew how to determine the time from this thing, and at the same time knew the specific routine of the clansmen.The magician divided a day into 12 equal parts, called hours, an hour is divided into 4 quarters, a quarter is 15 minutes, and each minute is divided into 60 moments. What the pointer that keeps rotating according to a specific frequency indicates is A unit of instant called a second.Time has rules, and the labor of people who are used to sunrise and daily rest has also followed the rules. People who are responsible for different jobs have different schedules. After hearing the wind, they were placed in special tents after they came back. The clansmen living nearby always leave their tents to work at dawn, and do not go back to rest until it gets dark.

The actual situation turned out to be completely different from what he had imagined.

Wenfeng is a very practical person, this is his character, and also the character of his tribe.He heard all kinds of rumors after returning, he was not so much skeptical, but the common sense formed in his 32 years of life made it difficult for him to accept what he heard, after all he had to see is believing before he believed it.Along the way, he witnessed many changes that could not be achieved by these tribes alone, and he also saw that person. In the short time when he entrusted the text message from afar, the efficiency of the people who were setting up the log forest can be said to be amazing. Open his eyes.After the log with various square holes and grooves was delivered, the person in charge checked the marks on the log, sent it to a certain place, tied a rope to the back end of the log, and then the two of them put the log together. That end was lifted off the ground, and the other two pulled up the log on the opposite side, letting it slowly slope into the deep and narrow hole that had been dug in the ground.Then someone poured something very thick into the space around the log, held the log with 3 long sticks so that it wouldn't deflect, and finally someone used an L-shaped tool to measure the difference between the log and the log. The angle between the ground and the whole process came to an end, but it was just a conversation.

The brown pointer turned once more.Wen Feng raised his head and stared at the second hand that started another cycle. Even though he had witnessed these incidents with his own eyes, he still lacked a sense of reality.This is probably because the other party is really not like any strength talent he has seen or heard of. When he first met, although the handsome young man was special in Wenfeng's eyes, it was more unexpected at the time.After all, in the description heard, the appearance of this person is really colorful.

And now he felt an uneasiness bordering on fear.It's like the feeling that the clansmen and admiration exist at the same time when talking about this person.The magician is indeed gentle and kind, but fundamentally, he is completely different from all of them.

Feng An, who had opened up the conversation, shifted the topic to other aspects at this time, about how the magician led them to build an exquisitely constructed egg hatching kiln. Let the inner layer warm up, and something called a thermometer will tell them when to add fire and when to open the door for air, how much water to put in the kiln, and so on.

"This season will freeze them to death." Wenfeng said.

"No. The magician said that the greenhouse will be built soon, so you don't have to worry about it." Feng An said.

"'Greenhouse'?" Wen Feng repeated the unfamiliar vocabulary, "What is that?"

The boy murmured twice, "The magician said that even if it snows outside, it won't freeze inside. It's a kind, a kind... er, I don't remember. But Juyu and the others are making something like this—"

"Can I go and have a look?" Wen Feng asked.

Feng An hesitated, looked behind him, "But your injury..."

"Who do you think I am?" Wen Feng snorted.