Waste Strong Foundation

"Hey, be careful!" The woman walked through the wooden racks where the dried meat was dried, carrying a pot of hot water, and ran into the returning team head-on.

Her gray-black eyes looked at these young and tired faces without blinking, and suddenly shouted: "I'm back! They're all back!"

It was getting late, and the sunset glow that broke through the clouds slowly illuminated hundreds of domed square walls in the city.

The craftsman sitting in the house tanning fur, the child picking berries and mushrooms, and the old man twisting hemp rope stuck out his face and neck one after another.

The city was only one-third the size of the royal city, and the roads were much narrower, and soon it was full of men, women and slaves.

Dayu picked up his young son and happily responded to the questions and concerns of every clansman.

The woman leaning against the carriage brushed the braids hanging on her chest to her back, lowered her head and smiled slightly, then turned and walked home with the two female slaves.

There is no rush to meet and cry again.

"Shangshu" said that Dayu "married in Tushan", and after October, he "was croaking and weeping".

This woman wearing yellow-green jade on her hands and feet and smearing cinnabar on her forehead and neck is Tu Shan's Nuwa and Xia Wangqi's biological mother.

The Xia family and the Dangtu family (Tu Shan family) intermarried and built their own new home not far from the royal city.

The city with a population of nearly 4000 has a clear division of labor and is self-sufficient. The main road is two points cleaner than Wangcheng.

Fei Mingqiu thought it might be because within [-] steps, he would meet a Pixiu who was swallowing rubbish madly.

Phoenix's eyes flickered, he patted Taotie's arched nose under his buttocks, and sighed playfully:

"It can be seen that we want to be an extremely vicious beast. Humans are good and deceived by others, and so are gods. This kid will be the king of Kyushu in the future, so don't mess with him."

Taotie said: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

It sniffed and sneezed, secretly rejoicing that the Youyu clan who took refuge in Wangcheng early on escaped the fate of becoming a garbage disposal.

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After the clansman finished exchanging greetings, the officer in charge of managing the grain in the warehouse showed a embarrassed expression upon seeing so many strange fighters.

Dayu handed his son Qi to his slaves and took him away, saying, "Just go about your business. Just don't interfere with them."

The food officer breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes."

The rainy season that arrived earlier destroyed the farmland and crops, and the floods brought diseases. The two sides were in a pinch, and it was really unable to entertain foreign guests.

He wasn't blind to the point where he reported the problems within the clan on the spot, but he raised his neck and looked at Dayu, with a bit of bitterness escaping from the corner of his mouth.

Floods happen every year, especially this year.

Even if he didn't mention it, he must have known it all the way since the head of the family.

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After entering the city, I can finally set up a "save point".

Ten players form a team, each team has a four-wheeled carriage and some wood and leather goods, and each finds an open space to build a temporary camp.

The wooden frame made according to the mortise and tenon principle and the specially sewn animal hide are very light, and the rope is also easy to handle.

Players who were accustomed to labor set up their tents one after another.

There was no time to talk nonsense, the sun fell into the sea, the sky was dark like mountains, and there was another violent storm, lightning and thunder.

The heavy rain didn't stop, and many players' daily online time was almost used up, so they reluctantly lay down in tents and closed their eyes to log out.

On the Yanchi side, there are still many players who have just squeezed online and meet the requirements to open the new version.

But the ghost mother was too busy making a new mortal body, and willfully closed the ghost gate between the two places temporarily.

"Wait for two or three days. Or ask Fenghuang to kowtow and apologize!" The ghost mother sent the little ghost to pass the message, and the little ghost sneaked into the dark place after speaking.

After listening to Xiao Sha, the God Phoenix drank the fine wine in the cup, Shensi entered the gate of heaven, grabbed the ghost mother's soul, and beat her up hard.

He is an elder who is forced to buy and give away, even if it is not suitable, he acts very domineeringly, and does not allow the hapless gods to refute and resist.

The ghost mother was beaten to the point of being almost autistic, and she lay down in the coffin holding the blue-faced and fangs-toothed kid with tears in her eyes.

As a result, the number of online players gradually decreased, and the noise gradually disappeared into the whistling wind and rain.

Dahe wanted to bring someone to help, but he was too busy to help. He routinely expressed shock at the motionless "corpses" of the offline players.

He felt that if everyone knew that players could be alive and kicking with sunlight and air, their attitudes would be much more enthusiastic in Mingtang.

It would not be the case that Wang summoned Fei Mingqiu and others while sick, but the high priest reasoned that the celestial phenomena had changed and he had to do divination behind closed doors.

Is it obvious that it is contemptuous?

Da He dismissed the thought of being disrespectful, changed the subject and said, "That's right, Brother Gao Mi invites the four of you to have dinner at home."

The term "eating" was learned from Alpha.

Living in the player's city for several months, the young people of the Xia family have learned many new expressions and sentence patterns, which greatly opened their eyes.

The Lianshan caravan sitting in the tent talking about the scenery and products of the royal city suddenly fell silent and pricked up their ears obscenely to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Fei Mingqiu jumped down from the carriage, and looked at Shang Yuan who was still sitting in the carriage looking at his ten fingers, "Shang Yuan."

Shang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then agreed immediately.

Actually, according to Fei Mingqiu's guess, Shang Yuan didn't hear anything.

The interior of the car was extremely dark and hot, and the shadow of the rustling summer rain flowed slowly between the bridge of the man's nose and brow bone by the extremely light firelight.

Fenghuang saw it in his eyes, stretched out his hand to grab the tip of Yuanyuan's wings, and said with a light smile, "They children go eat. We won't go."

Yuanyuan, who wanted to eat a meal, weakly echoed: "Yes. This deity, this deity has not eaten five grains for many years QAQ."

Logs are used as pillars, buried boulders and sand are used as foundations, and various original building materials share the weight of the dome and walls with each other.

Dayu's house is no different from the houses of other clansmen, except that it is a little more spacious, and the interior is paved with irregular stone bricks that have been carefully polished.

There are windows in the north and south of the dome, through which the smoke from the fire pit below escapes.

Three female slaves were squatting by the fire pit and kept turning over roasted deer legs, pelicans, wild geese and wild taro.

Dayu took a small pottery tripod and ordered the slaves to bring this year's newly fired pottery bowls, and he wanted to serve the guests himself.

In the Tao Ding, there is thick and fragrant mutton soup, served with crushed hazelnuts, perilla and jujube.

Dayu's wife Tu Shanshi opened the round wooden box she brought back this time, pinched a pinch of fine white salt from it and sprinkled it on the surface of the meat soup.

The relatives who sat on the ground and accompanied the meal couldn't help but exclaimed, and asked with interest if they could exchange some of Fei's snow salt.

To be honest, they can also make salt themselves, but the salt is yellow, bitter and astringent, and they will convulse if they eat too much.

For current players, making salt is a daily task to gain experience. Practice makes perfect, and the quality of salt is steadily improving.

Fei Mingqiu didn't have any reluctance, and he readily agreed to it as soon as he heard it.

All of a sudden, the nobles who participated in the dinner were happy, and the elder, who claimed to be good at observing people's hearts, silently let go of his guard.

Dayu had only one son, Qi, who was seriously playing with the two bone whistles. Seeing the grown-ups laughing, he nodded and clapped in confusion.

——It is completely impossible to see that he will inherit the throne of Dayu in the future, and his extravagance and lust will cause civil strife in the Xia Dynasty, which is comparable to Qin II.

Fei Mingqiu looked away, waiting for the female slaves to bring up the baked food.

Because of eating habits and hygiene problems, he generally doesn't eat the food of the local people. Only after tasting it at this time did he realize that the food is small.

Primitive society also had delicious food. After all, the place where they lived was the ancient Central Plains, a land of gourmet food.

Mrs. Tu Shan knelt beside Dayu to take care of his son Qi. After thinking about it, Zhanyan said loudly, "Thank you both for helping him."

She is the Nuwa of the Tushan clan, in charge of the tribe's fertility and weaving, her status is only below Dayu and the priests, and her knowledge is extensive.

As a wife, she could see at a glance who took advantage of the alliance between the two parties, and expressed her gratitude to Fei Mingqiu and the players over and over again.

The leader's spouse had all spoken, and with the unusually rich food, the atmosphere of the dinner was pushed to a more relaxed and natural side.

After eating, Dayu and the elders retreated to the back room to discuss for a long time.

Tu Shan raised the curtain to send a message, asking Fei Mingqiu to stay alone, saying that someone wanted to see him.

Fei Mingqiu grabbed Shang Yuan's hand and stood up. The two looked at each other, knowing that this meal might have touched the priests of the Xia family.

Unlike Qi You, a temporary priest like Qi You, the priests of the big tribes are very cold and easy to see outsiders.

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People's Park of a certain city in Henan.

The boy in the sweater got off the high-speed train and went straight here.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning when he arrived at the gate of the park. The gate of the park was locked, and the camera on the opposite corner of the road flickered.

A middle-aged drunk man in an old t-shirt was slumped on a bench shuffling cards, squinting at him, and grinning at him.

The boy was startled, opened the memo on his phone, walked around to the back gate of the park according to the instructions, and squatted down on the edge of the flower bed where two bricks had fallen.

He was getting closer and closer to his destination, but his heart began to retreat.

Do you really want to commit suicide in the park and leave a suicide note according to that netizen?

He took deep breaths repeatedly, and grasped wildly with his hands that were groping deep in the flower bed, and finally touched something hard and cold——

"Don't move!" A thick male voice sounded from behind.

The boy was thrown down roughly, and the back of his head was hit by a stone or a piece of glass, and he grinned in pain and shed two lines of tears.

The plastic bag containing the ten saw blades was thrown aside.

Populus euphratica pressed down on the young man's arm, snatched the gardener's scissors and keys buried in the flower bed, and cursed: "I saw something wrong with you when I was on the train. You ran away from home? Did you have a conflict with your family? Let me think about it. Just finished the college entrance examination... Did the third-year high school student fail the exam?"

The boy didn't speak, his eyes drooped and his mouth shrunk to show weakness, and when Hu Yang was cursing him, he let go, grabbed the scissors with his backhand and swiped them forward twice.

Hu Yang has been following this unlearned boy all afternoon, and there is nothing in his stomach, only feeling a chill in his stomach, "Ouch!"

Seeing that the scissors were covered with blood, the young man turned pale, held his trembling wrist tightly, and ran away without looking back.