"Welcome, our guests. A man with white hair and beard like snow, who looked ten years old, but with a ruddy complexion and a strong body like a bear, greeted him, laughed and walked over, stretched out his hands, and made a gesture of hugging.

But seeing Qin Ruo carrying Chi Xinzong on his back, this hug seemed a little inconvenient.

Immediately smiled and said, "Please, let's talk inside." It's been hundreds of years, and Mr. Egawa's people have finally come to our tribe as guests again. ”

Qin Ruo and Chi Xinzong were both surprised, what did Jiang Chuanfeng do for this tribe, so that this tribe was so enthusiastic about his descendants

Qin Ruo knew from Jiang Chuanfeng's notes that these aborigines were extremely difficult to deal with, although Jiang Chuanfeng did not elaborate, but one sentence: his people are closed, outsiders are not allowed to enter, and anyone can only add swords.

This sentence is enough to explain their attitude towards the outside world, but now

Chi Xinzong whispered in Qin Ruo's ear, "Be careful. ”

Qin Ruo nodded imperceptibly, and walked inside with Chi Xinzong on his back.

In a glade about a hundred acres in size, some hardy plants were planted, but Qin Ruo didn't know them. Only barely recognizable, somewhat similar to corn

But it's not quite like it, it's like the feeling of the ears of rice hanging on the cob of corn, which is strange

"This is our unique crop, rice. It is only achieved by the crossing of guò with corn and rice. It's amazing, isn't it," the man in the lead laughed as he walked.

Qin Ruo smiled: "It's really amazing, it's the first time I've seen such a crop." ”

"This was planted for us by Mr. Egawa Feng, because with this, our people will no longer be plagued by hunger. We now have 500 such rice-growing areas in this forest, which feed at least 30,000 of our people. Combined with our usual hunting and harvesting of all kinds of forest products, our people now have nearly 50,000 people. If it weren't for Mr. Egawa, we wouldn't have been able to do this. "The leader is very proud, but he has more respect for Egawa Fengbiao.

Qin Ruo and Chi Xinzong were both suddenly: helping them solve the food problem was indeed a major event related to the development of the ethnic group. In addition, although it is densely forested, it is cold all year round, and it is impossible for ordinary crops to grow.

It's just that Jiang Chuanfeng, what kind of magical character he is, actually helped them cultivate this crop

But the problem is that no one can live in this environment, even if it is corn or rice. Could it be that the two hybrids have changed so much?

Qin Ruo is not a botanist, so he has no concept of this at all.

"But the cultivation of this kind of crop must not be easy" Chi Xinzong couldn't help it, even if he lived for a long time, but this kind of crop was really unexpected.

The leader laughed, "It's very difficult, it took enough hundreds of years to collect almost all the seeds in the world, and to concentrate the merits of at least thirty hardy positions to cultivate. In order to cultivate this crop, we lost the lives of six hundred of our best warriors. But we're proud. Because from then on, we ourselves can finally be free from external troubles. The descendants of those 600 warriors now have more descendants and have become prosperous families. ”

Qin Ruo was taken aback: "At that time of six hundred, your population was not as large as it is now."

"Yes, at that time, we had three thousand. We have lost almost a third of our population. The leader was a little emotional, but there was absolutely no sadness.

"Three thousand people have lost six hundred soldiers," Qin Ruo was extremely shocked.

"In our tribe, both men and women, are warriors. The leader said proudly.

Qin Ruo was silent

In fact, the loss of 600 people in this tribe is almost the youth of the entire tribe

The tribe of only 3,000 people, gone to the old people and children, how many people can be mobilized

But they actually paid 600 lives for this crop

Qin Ruo knew very well that behind death, there would be more injured people.

They lost 600 dead, and the casualties were even greater. That almost means that almost the entire group of adults, either dead or wounded.

And this crop, speaking of which, the yield is actually not high. If it is the land of the Chinese people, even if it is the land of Lao Maozi, one acre of land plus some wild fruits and vegetables collected in the forest is enough to feed one person, after all, it is modern, and there is no tax here.

The land here, 500 planting areas of nearly 100 acres, is equivalent to more than 50,000 acres of land, and it is said that these lands alone are enough to feed 50,000 people. But with such a lot of land, with the help of cultivators, and a considerable amount of hunting and gathering, it was only possible to feed 50,000 people. Suffice it to say that the yield of this crop is not estimated to be high.

But even so, it is still their treasure.

Having said that, Qin Ruo actually understood that food was actually a bigger symbol for the cultivator sect. To solve the problem of food, even if there are many ordinary people who cannot cultivate, there are countless methods.

Even if it was just relying on a hundred or so cultivators to hunt, plus the members of the tribe gathering in such a vast jungle, it was enough for tens of thousands of people to live in the past. If you take out a little bit of the specialty here to trade, it will be simpler, just a little something, to the world in exchange for food to feed tens of thousands of people, isn't it easy and pleasant

"However, why don't you trade some with the world, or these crops are helpful for cultivation" Although Qin Ruo understood, he couldn't help but ask.

"We want to trade too, but no one trades with us. We can't trade either. The people from the south have blocked our fortune and never traded with us for food and all kinds of daily necessities. Even not far to the east, they set up a powerful blockade to block our communication with the people to the east. This isolation has lasted for hundreds of years. This was originally our land, and it was they who took our land and that of the Indians. The leader became angry.

Qin Ruo was extremely surprised, he didn't expect that the American church would do such a desperate job, and he would refuse to let them get the materials to maintain the lives of ordinary people.

"In the future, maybe we can make some deals. But that might have to wait a while, because it's hard for us right now, and we're just fugitives. It will take a while to get back to our place. Qin Ruo said softly.

When the leader heard Qin Ruo's words, he laughed: "I knew that the clansmen of Jiang Chuanfeng would definitely bring us good news." ”

Qin Ruo followed him and soon came to a tall and spacious house, somewhat similar to a palace, but it was all made of wood.

In the spacious and quaint hall, full of forest atmosphere, Qin Ruo and Chi Xinzong sat down.

Immediately the chief beckoned and brought abundant food and wine.

"Try our own sake, which is made from rice from outside, and it was also taught to us by Mr. Kazegawa. "The chief was welcoming.

When Qin Ruo got up the next day, he actually felt a little drunk.

It's really that the people here are too enthusiastic, dozens of people take turns to pour wine, even if Qin Ruo keeps mobilizing his true qi to flush the alcohol in his body, he is still a little confused in the end, that wine is not simply grain wine, but mixed with many local specialties of fruits and medicinal herbs, etc., for cultivators, it is also quite effective.

But this wine is definitely a good thing, it can actually promote the circulation and absorption of true qi in the body, although the improvement is not large, but this kind of improvement can almost be for many years, which is very useful.

Opposite him, Chi Xinzong had already woken up, sitting cross-legged on the rough and primitive, but very warm wooden bed, looking at Qin Ruo with a smile.

Qin Ruo shook his head and smiled bitterly: "These people are really enthusiastic. ”

"Yesterday, you promised that the time was ripe to deliver 10,000 tons of grain to people every year. What are you going to do?" said Chi Xinzong.

Qin Ruo was stunned: "No, yesterday, I actually drank too much"

Chi Xinzong laughed: "Mbato, the leader here, also promised you to take out some local specialty materials to exchange food with you every year. These include a hundred Ice Wheel Wood and enough metal to cast a hundred Ice Wheel Gun Heads. ”

Qin Ruo was taken aback: "One hundred sets of one set is enough for 10,000 tons of grain, and there are countless riches." ”

Chi Xinzong smiled: "In this kind of transaction, price is not a problem. By the way, today they're going to cut down the ice wheel wood, do you want to go and see it?"

Qin Ruo became a little interested: "Then you must go and see it." ”

"Then you go quickly, they will be leaving soon. You don't have to worry about me, they sent someone to take care of me. As he spoke, Chi Xinzong pointed to a few fur-clad wooden chairs at the door, which were resting on a wooden shelf, on which were a rough but beautiful wooden chair, on which several women were throwing thick fur.

Qin Ruo laughed: "That's good, then I'll take a look." ”

Qin Ruo washed up, came outside, and saw about sixty strong bear-like men, resting here with some axes or something.

These axes are rough and a bit out of sight. However, Qin Ruo didn't say much, just followed.

Mbato came over quickly, and he was dressed very formally today: well, with a tall feathered hat on his head, a necklace made of bones around his neck, and a snow-white polar bear fur. In his hand, he also held a snow-white pole that was more than three meters long, and on which hung a complete arctic fox fur ice wheel wooden pole.

Mbato was very strict and soon began to pray, and as for what to pray, they really couldn't understand the native language.

Qin Ruo was very fortunate that they could speak Huaxia, even if it was a relatively ancient Huaxia language, Qin Ruo could still understand it. He couldn't help but sigh, what is called the predecessors planting trees, and the descendants enjoying the shade.

Jiang Chuanfeng stayed here for hundreds of years, cultivating crops for them, teaching them to cast and black, and also taught them to build wooden houses, fire pottery, and tann animal skins into simple clothes.

It seems that these are all simple things, but they also make the people here truly have the atmosphere of civilization.

The Huaxia language he speaks is now the official language of the whole language, and even the younger generation speaks Huaxia completely, and their original native language, if it weren't for their special cultivation, almost no one would know how to speak it.

Qin Ruo was even a little worried, in this way, if it went on for another ten or eight generations, their native language would be really lost.

The prayer lasted for a long time, lasting more than an hour, even if Qin Ruo woke up at nine o'clock, and it was almost eleven o'clock before a group of people finally set off, walking quickly along the road in the jungle.

Qin Ruo walked to the dark and didn't get to the place, and besides, they were carrying a large bag of supplies, and they were planning to go a long way.

Qin Ruo was a little stunned: these sixty or so people were all high-level cultivators, and among them, there were even many high-level cultivators of the Jindan Realm, and Mbato was even a cultivator of the Heavenly Soul Realm. The worst is also the combat power of at least six heavens in the Jindan Realm. The need for food supplies in such a team is very small, but each of them still carries enough supplies for ordinary people to eat for a month or two