Yan Mo thought for a while, but chose a brief introduction. What if this thing is not worth the price of a small punishment? If it's worth it, there's not much difference between +10 points and +13 points.
—Tuyuanzhuguo, the fruit of Tuyuanshu, also known as Hasa God Fruit, is high in starch and high in nutrition. Perennial small tree fruit trees with well-developed root system can prevent wind and sand, retain water and soil, and the soil element slurry secreted by the roots of the trees has the functions of fertile soil and clear water. Note: This plant has companion organisms.
Yan Mo's eyes lit up. Regardless of other effects, only the high starch has the same effect, so you know that this fruit will definitely be of great use to him.
Can this plant be cultivated artificially? What soil and climate is it suitable for? What are the food and medicinal value? The important thing is, if a person consumes a large amount, will there be toxin precipitation? Can it be one of the main dishes
If it can be used as a staple food, this kind of perennial plant that can not only maintain water and soil, but also fertilize the soil can be cultivated in large quantities. But what is that companion creature? Is there a way to clear it? Are there any bad consequences after clearing
Yan Mo thought again and again, intending to ask the guide again, but when his right hand was placed on the Tuyuan Zhuguo again, he tied up the package again, put it aside, and then kicked Yuan Zhan to get him out of the way position so that he can lie down and sleep.
"Do you know what kind of fruit this is?" Someone who pretended to be asleep poked him and asked.
Yan Mo yawned and said vaguely, "I'll tell you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow I plan to take everyone to hunt nearby."
"Oh."
Yuan Zhan raised his head and rubbed his face against his bare shoulders, "The three clans will definitely not allow us to hunt."
"Ok."
"They will definitely attack us."
"Well."
"So maybe tomorrow I'll be able to clean them all up."
"..." Yan Mo fell asleep with his mouth slightly open.
Yuan Zhan looked at the old man's face in the faint light of the fire outside, and suddenly there was an almost irresistible urge in his heart. He wanted to eat this man, including the skin and bones, and a piece of meat. Eat them all without leaving a hair on them!
In the early morning of the next day, as soon as Yan Mo opened the tent, he saw a group of people gathered outside. Yuan Zhan was not there, so he probably put down the tent curtains.
When everyone saw him coming out, they all turned to look at him.
"Morning." Seeing that there were no familiar faces among these people, Yan Mo waved at them casually, trying to find a place to wash his face and mouth.
The man-eating bees who had rested all night flew out of the tent and circled around Yan Mo.
Yan Mo "heard" Red Wing telling him what they saw nearby.
"Lord Mo..." Gan Yu, who seemed to have been standing alone outside the tent with her child in her arms for a long time, stepped forward, looked at Yan Mo and said awkwardly: "I, I didn't intend to poison you, the fruit is edible, and it tastes delicious when boiled with water. , My child and I both ate it, and there was no poisoning, really!"
"I know." Yan Mo smiled at her, "It's a good thing, you give it to me because you want to thank me."
Gan Yu nodded desperately. There are poisonous snakes in the bushes. Normally, the soldiers would not pick them for them unless they had to. Women don’t want to go hungry, so they have to take the risk to pick those fruits. Some women are bitten by poisonous snakes, although they will not die. , but many people thought that the fruit was poisonous, and the old priest especially did not agree with them eating these things, and even thought that eating these unfamiliar and poisonous fruits was disrespectful to God.
"Later, if you have time, I would like to trouble you to go to the place where the fruit grows with me, can you?"
"Yes, yes!" Gan Yu smiled a little, this white-headed priest is really different from their priests, "But there are poisonous snakes..."
"Just take a look. If it's dangerous, don't approach." Yan Mo fumbled in the herbal bag and took out a handful of sea buckthorn berries.
"Hold out your hand." Yan Mo said to the dirty doll who kept staring at him with his fingers in his mouth.
Dirty Doll opened her mouth, and the saliva dripped out.
Yan Mo said... let's give it to the mother, and he turned to signal Gan Yu to stretch out his hand.
Gan Yu held out his hand hesitantly, Yan Mo was careful not to touch her, and put the sea-buckthorn fruit in her palm, "This is a special product of the mermaid territory, and children in our tribe like to eat it. Fish, for this little berry."
Mermaid? Those with sharp ears have heard these three words.
Gan Yu looked at the fruit in her palm that she had never seen before, subconsciously felt that it was very precious, she didn't know how to express her gratitude, took it, nodded to Yan Mo, said "Let me lead the way, call me" and left .
This is a woman who is not good at expressing, but has her own persistence. Yan Mo thought to himself.
As soon as Gan Yu took two steps, Yan Mo heard the dirty doll let out a cry of "Ah", obviously those brightly colored little fruits were very attractive to him.
He gave Gan Yu sea buckthorn fruit not because he liked that dirty baby, but because he felt that he had been paid accordingly for saving the chief's trench. But what Gan Yu gave him was something else, the most important thing was this gift, she didn't even know how precious its true value was.
He wouldn't know without a guide. But now that he knows it, he can no longer accept this gift with peace of mind. The seabuckthorn fruit is just a small reward. When he gets more information about the earth yuan fruit from the guide, he will tell Gan Yu some necessary things . For nothing else, he just didn't want to feel psychologically indebted.
Yan Mo wanted to find a water source nearby, and he was not afraid of getting lost because of man-eating bees to guide him, but as soon as he moved, someone blocked him.
The old priest separated from the crowd and walked not far from Yan Mo, looked him up and down, and saw that he changed from the appearance of an old man overnight to the appearance of a slightly vicissitudes white-headed boy yesterday, he couldn't help being deeply surprised, but also felt deeply jealous.
"Your vitality recovers very quickly." The old priest said in a toneless manner.
"The blessings given to me by the ancestor gods are only used one time at a time." Yan Mo smiled.
"Oh?" The old priest narrowed his eyes and asked bluntly on the spot: "Then how many times can you use it?"
"Not many, so if you have anyone who needs me to save, you must think about who you want me to save, and don't come to me if you are slightly injured. In addition, except for your chief, for every person you save, I will give you five men and five women. "Yan Mo didn't intend to go to see those wounded patients, and when he saw them, if he didn't do anything, he would not be able to pay the price of dying.
However, it's not that he doesn't intend to save people. After all, saving a person can reduce the scum value by 10-100 points according to the severity of the injury. It's not much for one person, but it adds up. It's just that the remaining fifteen life force blessings, he hopes to use them wisely.
"Then come with me." The old priest turned around, "Many of our soldiers were injured, and we need the blessing of you, the priest of the ancestor god!"
Yan Mo didn't move, as if he didn't hear the old priest's sarcasm, "Where are your warrior leaders and chiefs? If you want me to save people, I have to hear them personally agree to my request."
The old priest turned his head angrily, "They can do it, so can I!"
A dozen soldiers surrounding the old priest took a step closer to Yan Mo, but because of the man-eating bees around him, no one dared to get too close.
"I think it's better to wait for them to come." Yan Mo looked at these soldiers, thinking that these people were probably the old priest's confidantes. But this is also normal. The old priest has controlled the Yuanji tribe for so many years. It is strange that he has no fans. No matter how powerful and prestigious he is, it is impossible for all fighters to agree with him, and this is a tribe united by three tribes. .
When he thought of Yuanji Tribe, he thought of Jiuyuan.
According to his plan, Jiuyuan will integrate more tribes in the future. Although fewer people are easy to support, it is also not conducive to development and self-protection. Expansion is a must, but various problems that may be encountered during expansion and integration. It must also be taken into account. It is impossible to completely eliminate the barriers between different races. Even in the same city, people in District A still exclude people from District B, but he hopes to minimize this as much as possible.
There are some things that you can’t think too much. If you think too much, you will feel that there are difficulties everywhere, and you may not be able to do anything in the end.
Yan Mo thought irresponsibly, he would do what he thought and hoped, as for whether he could do it... how would he know the result if he didn't do it
Historical development is different from doing math problems, and no one can really give the correct answer. For example, most people would say that the answer to the math problem 1+1 is 2, but the historical development may be like what those Awu brats asked him. 1+1 may be equal to 2, but it may also be equal to 5, 0, or even 100.
"Lord Yan Mo!" The old priest yelled out these four words forcefully, and angrily said, "I'm talking to you!"
Yan Mo came back to his senses, "What did you tell me?"
The old priest took two quick breaths, glanced at the man-eating bees and finally held back his anger, and said again: "Hey, they are talking to the chief, some of those soldiers are seriously injured, they can't wait any longer, if you Hurry up if you can save them!"
"Master Qiushi, as I said yesterday, I can't heal many times a day, and if it's treating seriously injured people like your chief, I may only heal one person a day. Are you sure your chief doesn't need me again today?" Have you healed him?"
It was said that the dozen or so warriors who supported the old priest looked at the old priest together. The chief still needed treatment, and the old priest didn't explain to them the fact that the ancestor god priest didn't heal many times a day.
"Has the chief not recovered yet? I think he has fully recovered." The old priest looked at him suspiciously.
Yan Mo said honestly: "He has only recovered halfway. On the surface, the wound is healed, but inside he still needs to be recuperated. If he wants to quickly recover to the best condition, I have to treat him again, but this is not necessary. He can also choose to take it easy."
The old priest immediately questioned him as if he had grasped his handle: "Why did you only heal half of the chief?"
"I remember I said yesterday that your chief's injury is too serious, and I can't heal it in one go." Yan Mo was neither angry nor angry, and even had a faint smile on his face, "In order to treat your chief, I yesterday I paid half of my vitality, if I want to cure him within a day or at one time, then I will die."
The old priest wished that he would confess his life here, but he couldn't say so directly, he just snorted, "Your ability is not very good either."
"Yeah, it's just that I can save you chief, but you can't."
"you!"
Yan Mo raised his hand suddenly, and shook Kusamachi who was walking hurriedly in the distance.
"Master Mo." Cao Ding quickly ran over and knelt down in front of Yan Mo with a plop. With Xiao Mo around, she was not afraid that those man-eating bees would sting her, and then lowered her head and said, "Master Chief asked me to listen to you." order."
Yan Mo made a wrong step, "Get up, I don't like people kneeling on me."
"Yes." Kusamachi stood up, still bowing his head.
"Have you seen Ah Zhan?" Yan Mo asked casually. He wasn't concerned about Yuan Zhan's whereabouts, but he just didn't want to talk to the old priest.
"Master Zhan is grilling meat for you, he will be back soon."
Yan Mo looked at Kusading's drooping face carefully, and immediately understood what Yuan Zhan must have said to Kusaming, so he also pretended not to know Kusaming, and asked, "Is there a clean water source nearby?"
"Yes, my lord, come with me."
"Stop! Didn't you hear that I asked you to treat our soldiers? If you disagree, you don't even want to get any of the two hundred people!"
Yan Mo stood still, his face gradually darkened, he was too lazy to argue with the old man, he took his politeness as fear, how dare he threaten him
Yan Mo was about to turn around when he heard a slightly familiar voice: "Qiu Shi, I have already promised to Mr. Mo's two hundred and five people last night. Even if I die, I must do this! Besides, you Who do you want to take Sir Mo to save? If it is a soldier, why didn't you tell me or hide?"