All the savage is jealous, I will farm

Su Yao became interested in the soil quality on the weird mountain: "Let's go and have a look."

The mountain looked very close, but it took the two of them nearly three hours to walk, because the mountain was surrounded by a kind of purple-black plant with dense thorns, which produced black-purple fruit the size of a finger. Difficult.

The soil under his feet gradually turned dark brown or even dark black. Su Yao squatted down and picked up a pinch of black soil with his hands to examine it, and found that its texture was similar to sticky honey pills, even stickier than honey pills.

It's just that the black soil looks strange. After Su Yao probed down with his spiritual power, he didn't find anything particularly strange. It's just that the soil is extremely sticky, which makes people uncomfortable.

"Ah Yao, did you find anything?" Zhong Li had just drawn his breath into his body, and he was not proficient in spells, so he couldn't perceive the condition of the soil layer.

Su Yao dropped the soil in his hand, frowned, and felt a little weird: "The mountains here are different, and there must be something unique about them, but we haven't found them yet."

There were no special mineral elements in the soil, so Su Yao was helpless for a while.

"Don't worry." Zhong Li stretched out his hand and pulled away a branch that protruded obliquely, but he didn't expect to pull another branch and threw it in Su Yao's direction.

In desperation, Zhong Li stretched out his hand to grab the branch, crushing the black and purple fruit with his palm, and the inch-long puncture pierced his palm, and the juice mixed with blood flowed out.

"What are you doing?" Su Yao hurriedly used his spiritual power to stop the bleeding from the wound, and then used his spiritual power to condense water to wash away the mixed juice on his hands. Seeing the wound heal little by little before his eyes, Su Yao was relieved .

Who knows if this strangely colored plant has any special toxins?

"Ah Yao, don't be angry, I'm just in a hurry." Zhong Li quickly apologized, but if he did it again, he would do it again, because the thorn of that branch was aimed at Su Yao, and he would definitely be scratched if he was unprepared.

Su Yao continued to lower his head to study the soil on the ground. However, the juice washed to the ground by the water suddenly turned into a sticky ball. Su Yao reached out to dip some of it through his spiritual power and felt that the touch was very familiar.

The memory in his mind was awakened. When he was a child, he used rice milk or flour paste to paste Spring Festival couplets in the countryside, and the dark juice resembled the touch of rice milk.

An almost impossible idea appeared in Su Yao's mind. He reached out and took out a shovel and shoveled it into the soil. As expected, except for the sticky layer on the surface, the ground below was as hard as a rock. .

Surprise overwhelmed Su Yao in an instant. When the blue bricks were fired, he was thinking that if he wanted to build the strongest house, he must choose a good adhesive material for bricklaying. The best choice is modern cement.

It's just that the firing of cement requires extremely high temperature and special treatment. Firing cement in the wild where even iron products can't be made is tantamount to fantasy.

Another way is to imitate the ancients and use rice milk mixed with other materials to build walls. However, although there are glutinous rice seeds in Su Yao's space, it is not yet the season for planting glutinous rice, and there is no way to plant them on a large scale.

Su Yao had already prepared to build a wall with clay mud, but unexpectedly found a black and purple fruit. The juice of this fruit can completely replace glutinous rice pulp to build a brick wall.

Su Yao's guess is correct, the soil of this mountain is of ordinary soil quality, and it is these unusual plants that cause the strange color and soil quality.

"Zhongli, let's go back to the tribe quickly, we have the materials for building a house." Su Yao's peach blossom eyes were full of smiles.

Eight days later, the pile of bricks and tiles in the brick kiln was so high that it could be seen from a distance. The pottery had been fired in four kilns, and it was divided out under the decision of Lvyun and the priest. Now every family in the tribe has made Pottery for rice.

"Sir God Envoy and Lord Zhongli are back." The guards saw two graceful figures approaching quickly from afar, and happily reported to the tribe before going up to meet them.

"I've met Lord Envoy, Lord Zhongli."

After saying hello, Qing Shui couldn't wait to share what happened in the tribe in the past few days: "My lord, every household in the tribe now uses pottery, and cooking with pottery is fast, and the food is much more fragrant. The stones are grinding your teeth."

The disadvantage of the stone pot is that it conducts heat slowly, and occasionally gravel will fall off.

"Big Xiong fired two more kiln tiles. The broken tiles in these two times were less than before. The priest grandpa even praised him for his skills."

"The women are very proud now. The pottery they make is beautiful and light. It is much better than wooden bowls for holding water and cooking, but it is not strong, and it will break when dropped on the ground."

If Qing Shui alone is worth three or four people, it will be like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, and in a short while, everything that happened in the tribe in the past few days will be completely emptied.

When the group returned to the tribe, Su Yao only roughly explained the situation to the priest, and Zhongli gathered a thousand soldiers and waited to set off.

Behind the two bulls, Daman and Erman, were pulling a tall wooden cart, on which were hundreds of baskets, food and tents for the soldiers.

During this trip, 120 out of [-] people were women. In the past, Su Yao did not specially train women due to the constraints. Now that the tribe is developing faster and faster, the role of women is also indispensable.

The plain is vast, and although there is no special road construction, the bullock cart can still walk, but it is a little bumpy.

However, at the foot of the mountain, the bullock cart could not go up the mountain, so it could only wait at the foot of the mountain.

After a day's journey, everyone set up a tent around the fire to rest, and Zhongli seized the time to practice.

When Su Yao taught him the formula, he made a request: to cultivate to the third level of Qi training, if his mind is still firm by then, Su Yao agreed to try it with him.

Compared with the desire for power, Su Yao's promise is obviously more tempting.Since then, Zhong Li has been practicing hard day and night, even with Su Yao.

The morning sun broke through the clouds and fell in the mountains, and the crowd had already arrived at the canyon with their backpacks under the leadership of Su Yao and Zhongli.

The canyons with an interval of more than ten meters seem not wide, but it is not much less difficult to walk directly there than climbing to the sky; if you want to take a detour, you may waste a few days.

Everyone tried to solve the problem in front of them. In order to avoid wasting time, Su Yao took out the rope that he had already made and asked everyone to fix one end on a solid and huge stone.

Immediately after everyone's surprised eyes, Su Yao took the other end of the rope and jumped up lightly. The whole person jumped up like a vigorous eagle, stepped on the leaves floating in the air and jumped to the bottom of the canyon. the other side.

"Master God Envoy." Everyone whispered, but they didn't dare to discuss wantonly, but their respect for Su Yao in their hearts increased.

Four thick ropes were firmly fixed on both sides of the canyon in pairs up, down, left, and right. The crowd took axes and machetes to cut down a few tall trees on the spot, and then chopped the trunks into planks as thick as a finger, laying them neatly. On rope and secured with vines and included rope.

Those without tools and dexterous women used slightly softer branches to weave wooden railings one after another, and fixed the wooden railings on both sides of the wooden boards to form a half-person-high railing, which made walking on the bridge safer.

Everyone started paving from the bottom, and soon paved the bridge deck more than ten meters long, in order to increase the firmness of the bridge deck.They put two thick tree trunks side by side with the bridge deck, and then fixed the bridge and tree trunks at intervals.

In this way, even if there is a strong wind blowing in the canyon, the bridge deck will not be blown over by the wind because it is restrained by the tree trunks. When the wind is strong, people will feel more at ease when walking.

In fact, the grass rope that Su Yao took out was twisted and treated with special rattan grass. The quality can be compared with the iron rope. The problem of sudden breakage and rollover will basically not occur, but it is a good thing that everyone is willing to take precautions.

When it was noon, a group of people stepped across the bridge and walked towards the black mountain.

The thorny plant has no name, so Su Yao just called it Heiniguo.

There is a layer of fluffy skin on the surface of the black mud fruit, which feels very similar to the touch of a kiwi fruit. Everyone followed Su Yao's instructions and carefully picked these fruits while avoiding the sharp thorns.

The purple-black fruit is also mixed with dark green immature fruit. This black mud fruit actually bears fruit in all seasons, so that even in winter, there is no fear of lack of fruit pulp to build walls.

Su Yao once again lamented the magic of the wild world.

"Be careful when picking. Except for cutting out paths that can be passed by people, other branches cannot be damaged at will." Su Yao reminded the person who was holding a machete to clear the road up the mountain.

The mountain peaks are densely packed with black mud trees. In order to facilitate picking Su Yao, they were divided into several areas, and then cleared out paths for people to walk through.

The fruit on the cut black mud fruit tree was picked off, and the remaining branches were carefully tied together. Su Yao wanted to try to see if it could be artificially planted in other places.

Relatively petite women have an advantage at this time. They have already picked a basket full of fruits, and the finger-sized fruits look very much like the olives Su Yao has seen.

"Qingshui, ask some strong ones to carry these down the mountain first." Su Yao pointed to the more than 50 panniers that were already full.

"Yes, my lord envoy." Qing Shui replied.

The strong fighters are very cramped when picking fruits, but doing this kind of physical work is like a fish in water, very carefree.

More than 1000 people were busy all afternoon, and picked more than 900 baskets of fruits. The ripe fruits at the foot of the mountain have been cleaned up.

Su Yao just led them to see the way this time, and there will definitely be no time to waste picking them in the future.Seeing that Qing Shui was quick in handling things and quick-witted, he handed over the task of picking black mud fruits to Qing Shui:

"Qing Shui, you will be in charge of picking the black mud fruit from now on. When you go back this way, you will follow me and try to let the two bulls get used to your breath, and let them help transport the black mud fruit in the future."

Qing Shui was so happy that it was as if a pie had fallen from the sky, and immediately responded loudly: "I know, Lord Envoy, thank you, Lord Envoy."

The people went down the mountain and didn't stay long. They only ate food and immediately set off to the tribe. Because the fruit had to be mixed with other materials to make mortar for bricklaying, they had to go back to the tribe early in the dark to arrange the construction of the house. matter.

Su Yao has done experiments. If the black mud fruit is not broken, the stickiness should last for about ten days. Excluding the three days of mortaring and building the wall, he will research a suitable mortar within a week.

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