The Middle Continent World was too vast, flying at the speed of the Crow Gong with all his might, and Ji Wenming used his witchcraft magic powers to hurry up, it still took more than a month for Ji Hao to really set foot on the huge and friendless core land in the middle of the Middle Continent World.

Jumping off the back of the crow, his body fell heavily to the ground, the ground was fat and dripping black soil, Ji Hao was wearing straw shoes made of fine grass, the greasy black soil submerged the soles of Ji Hao's feet, and a strange feeling arose.

Ji Hao quietly realized this feeling.

Stepping on this land with both feet, Ji Hao felt like a seed had fallen into the earth, gently wrapped in fertile land, surrounded by a strong, ancient and powerful force. This is a strange land, but Ji Hao feels a taste of 'home' and an atmosphere of 'origin' here.

He dropped the sledgehammer and ran around laughing. Many species of flowers and plants in the land of the Middle Continent are different from those of the Southern Wilderness, and they can look at a fine grass that they have never seen before.

Ji Wenming stood beside Ji Hao, looked at him with a smile, and did not disturb his feelings out loud.

After a long, long time, Ji Hao slowly opened his eyes, and he felt that he seemed to have a mysterious connection with this land. His entire body and soul seemed to have become much thicker, and the connection between him and Heaven and Earth had become even closer.

"Uncle, there seem to be some wonderful changes in me. Ji Hao looked at Ji Wenming and said very sincerely: "The Middle Continent World is amazing. ”

"The Middle Continent is the center of heaven and earth, and the place where this heaven and earth were first opened up, our human race, originated here. Ji Wenming said gently: "Many people born in the Middle Continent. I will never have such a clear understanding as you will in my life. It's good, really good that you have that kind of realization, that your talent is far beyond my most optimistic guesses. ”

Ji Wenming squatted down with a smile, grabbed a handful of black soil, and squeezed it into a small mud ball.

"Hao. It's really nice that you can feel the will of the most primordial source of this heaven and earth. You must remember that this land belongs to us. Ji Wenming looked at Ji Hao very formally: "The owner of this land is us, not any other race. Because our blood is forever connected to this land, no one can separate them. ”

Ji Hao looked at Ji Wenming and nodded slowly.

He was grabbing a small beast and pressing it to the ground, trying to break the little beast's mouth. The brute, who wanted to see if it was eating grass or meat, turned his head curiously and glanced at Ji Hao and Ji Wenming.

The atmosphere between the two was particularly sacred and solemn, and they blinked their eyes savagely, and focused all their attention on the little beast without care.

"Ah, your teeth are flat? The eldest brother said that those with flat teeth eat grass...... In the Southern Wilderness, I haven't seen a little guy like you, what kind of grass do you like to eat?" A handful of weeds large enough to choke the little beast were brutally stuffed into its mouth.

Ji Wenming greeted with a smile and a smile. Summoned the brute back, and at the same time rescued the hapless little beast. He did not perform witchcraft, but led the two of them towards the middle of the continent, and after walking for hundreds of miles, artificial fields appeared around them.

The fields were neatly spread out, and green shoots were sporadic between the fields. Far and near. An old man and a woman wrapped in animal skins were squatting in the field, carefully removing the weeds from the shoots.

Seeing Ji Hao and the three of them, the people who were working stood up one after another and greeted them with a smile.

Ji Wenming smiled and bowed to them, and said very familiarly: "Is this a kind of wheat millet? It doesn't look bad." Such a large field was opened. Uncles' tribe seems to be very prosperous!"

The golden red light in Ji Hao's eyes flashed, and he looked around, as Ji Wenming said, the surrounding fields add up to hundreds of thousands of acres. The land here is so fertile, and the vitality of heaven and earth is so abundant, and there must be a lot of grain output per acre of land.

In the southern wilderness, the tribes relied more on hunting for food, but in the middle of the continent, there were already large-scale farming tribes? Hundreds of thousands of acres of fields, this tribe can have tens of thousands of people, right? It is indeed a thriving tribe.

Ji Wenming was not in a hurry, but squatted in the field, discussing the experience of planting wheat millet with a few old people with high interest. From sowing seeds, fertilizing, weeding, to irrigation, dispersing birds and insect pests, etc., Ji Wenming can tell everything about the field, and it is obvious that he is also a good hand at farming.

Ji Hao stood beside Ji Wenming with a smile, listening to his communication with the old people.

Although he didn't know why Ji Wenming wanted to stay here, Ji Hao knew that Ji Wenming would never do anything meaningless. So, he listened quietly and watched carefully.

After a while, she didn't know where to get an old scalper, and rode on the back of the old ox, and turned around very hard, trying to catch the old ox's tail and play.

When several old people saw such an innocent appearance, they immediately laughed, and their eyes were full of kindness.

Maybe it was Ji Wenming's familiarity with the affairs of Nongsang, or the brutal innocence that won the favor of the old people, anyway, it didn't take long for several old people to warmly invite Ji Hao and the three of them to their tribe to stop and rest.

Ji Wenming accepted the invitation of the old people with a smile, and the three of them followed the old people, walked along the smooth path in the field for dozens of miles, through a small forest, and came to a tribe built next to a river bay.

The neat wooden houses lined up along the river, this tribe of tens of thousands of people was well-planned, and the streets of the tribe enclosed by low wooden walls were paved with stone slabs, which was very neat and clean, at least much cleaner than those tribes in the southern wilderness.

Large groups of children gather in the tribe to wield their fists and clubs, or to arrange various agricultural implements or equipment, or to feed large flocks of domesticated poultry. What made Ji Hao's scalp tingle was that there were some older children, led by white-haired old men, writing simple and simple words on the sand with tree branches.

Writing!

It is not a rune that can communicate with ghosts and gods and has unpredictable magical powers, but a text, a text that ordinary people can learn.

In the Southern Wilderness, the most primitive writing was only secretly passed down from generation to generation in witch festivals, and could only be used to write the simplest words and sentences. But in the Middle Continent, one of the most remote tribes, they have consciously passed on the written word to the next generation.

This is civilization!

Ji Hao's body trembled slightly, and the hairs on his body stood up one by one. Only then did he truly realize that he had truly left the Southern Wilderness and stepped into a world that was completely different from the Southern Wilderness. (To be continued......)

PS: When I write this, my cold hair stands on end!