Reflect the world

Chapter 130
Sitting cross-legged in the stone house, looking at the pile of seeds in front of him, Tang Xuanming encountered another difficulty.

He only has more than a hundred seeds in his hand, which is already all of Qin Shimingyue's harvest.

Most of the seeds turned into ashes when they came to this world because of the promotion of the law, but the remaining pile of seeds Tang Xuanming wanted to plant.

These more than a hundred seeds can survive the promotion of laws, and they are naturally extraordinary. They may have adapted to the laws of this world and have an extraordinary posture.

In the end, Tang Xuanming didn't even know what would be planted. The only thing that made him hesitate was that he didn't know how to farm.

He is indeed from a big foodie empire, but with the intensification of modernization and urbanization, his talent for farming has been weakened to the extreme.

He only knows that rice is planted in water, and he can distinguish rice, wheat, sorghum, and yellow rice, but he can't do further planting.

He has planted land along with him in the countryside, but neither fertilization nor pesticide application has much to do with him. After growing up, he spent most of his time working hard in the city, and his knowledge of crop planting is close to none.

And this group of people in the primitive tribes, none of them has a talent for planting crops. They don't even know the basic operation of the agricultural empire, such as fertilizing and turning the soil. Multi-seeds are all to cool.

"Should we wait for the star of Qin Shi Mingyue to become brighter and get the corresponding planting knowledge from the farmer after the power of faith is condensed, or should we recklessly plant the land now?"

Tang Xuanming hesitated a little. In this matter, the entire primitive tribe could not provide him with the slightest help, and he could only make his own decision.

"Plant, or must be planted. After this round of law promotion, God knows what these seeds have become. Can the original planting technology really work? Counting on them is worse than relying on my induction."

Carefully sensing the vitality inside the hundreds of seeds in front of him, Tang Xuanming gained a little more confidence.

As the dragon pattern in her body became more and more active, his perception became more and more acute.

I can clearly sense the rich vitality inside the more than a hundred seeds in front of me. The vitality of these seeds is more vigorous than the combined vitality of the previous large bag of seeds.

"It's enough to pay attention to this group of seeds every day. At worst, build a shed next to them. If you feel that the vitality of that seed has weakened, you can quickly change the environment for it. It's a controlled experiment. It's not that difficult."

Tang Xuanming gritted his teeth and vaguely remembered that wheat could be planted before winter, but the heavy snow would actually increase the wheat production.

But that's all he remembered, and there were more things he really didn't understand.

"A dead horse is a living horse doctor. The long winter cannot be wasted. If a round of growth can be carried out, it can be directly promoted in the future. There is no need to hesitate."

Once confirmed, Tang Xuanming immediately started to act. He did not intend to plant all the seeds at once, but decided to try to plant wheat first.

Called a few teenagers from the tribe, let them take a bundle of sticks, collect some tree vines, follow behind his ass, and prepare to make some simple fences later to avoid being accidentally caught by small animals in the wilderness It was destroyed.

These days, with the teaching of internal force step by step, the tribe has gradually mastered the strange method of internal force, and the bruises on the faces of the teenagers have gradually disappeared, and it is difficult to appear.

Tang Xuanming's prestige has also increased further, and he can easily call out these young people.

Behind Tang Xuanming is Pihu's son, Pi Dazhuang, whose name in the tribe is always so simple and rude.

This boy is worthy of being the son of Pihu, but at the age of 15, he is already over 1.9 meters tall, and his whole body is full of tendons. His ant emperor method has reached the level of leopard prints, and he is considered the best among his generation.

If there is a chance to find the Nether Tiger King's lair, or hunt a Nether Tiger King, with his potential, he can be promoted to Tiger Pattern, and have the opportunity to become the leader of the next generation hunting team of the tribe.

During the long winter of the tribe, he would not patronize to rest, and the hunters' bones would still be active.

"Brother Tang, what are we going to do? It's mysterious."

Pi Dazhuang is very active. The teenagers in the tribe don't have overnight revenge.

This is the easiest way for a primitive tribe to choose a leader, and the one who can fight the most is naturally the leader.

No matter how badly they are beaten, the tribe will not have overnight feuds. After all, they need to rely on the tribe members to fight in the wilderness after they grow up. At that time, they are the closest partners and can die back to back.

"Let's go farm!"

When the word farming was mentioned, Tang Xuanming couldn't help but get excited. This seemed to be the bloodline buried in the bones of the foodie empire.

"Cultivation?"

Pi Dazhuang raised his head to express that he didn't understand, and the other three teenagers were also confused.

He quickly put this behind him, looked at Tang Xuanming with a flattering smile, and said, "Brother Tang, can you make me a big bow, I'm so envious of someone like my father. "

"As long as you are willing to make me such a majestic bow, you can ask me to do anything."

Pi Dazhuang's face was full of longing. Ever since he saw his father shoot an arrow through a tree hundreds of feet away, he loved the weapon his father called a bow.

It's a pity that Baby Pihu is not good enough, he can't even touch it, and he knew it was made by Tang Xuanming, so when he heard Tang Xuanming calling for someone to work, he followed without saying a word.

"That's just an inferior product. If you can do what I ordered well, I will make you a better bow."

Tang Xuanming looked indifferent, disapproving.

But it was his attitude that convinced the young man, Pi Dazhuang patted his chest and said, "No problem, Brother Tang, what do you want to do, I will definitely do it well."

As he spoke, he bulged his strong muscles as if showing off, and said proudly: "Although I haven't gone hunting before, I think my hunting skills are no worse than those uncles."

Tang Xuanming just looked at him with a half-smile, and the young man lost his courage and lowered his arms dejectedly.

Recalling the fear of being dominated by Tang Xuanming, and the experience of being completely unrecognizable, he muttered and couldn't speak.

The other three teenagers were equally active, and they also carefully asked Tang Xuanming about the key to internal strength cultivation, but they had already passed this stage, and they sensed that their buttocks were not flowing smoothly, so Tang Xuanming naturally understood.

It's not that they want to ask, but that their parents don't quite understand.

God knows why this group of primitive people are so concerned about face, not asking Tang Xuanming directly.

Their progress in cultivation was slow, and it had become an unspoken secret of the entire tribe.

But they still sat on the side smiling all day long.

"I don't understand. If I understand their way of thinking, I will be a primitive person. I'd better plant my land."

(End of this chapter)