The world of Middle Continent is too vast. He flew at the speed of Lord Crow, and Si Wenming used witchcraft and magical powers to hurry up. It still took more than a month before Ji Hao truly set foot on the huge and unparalleled core in the middle of the world of Middle Continent. land.
Ji Hao jumped off Crow Master's back and landed heavily on the ground. The ground was covered with thick and oily black soil. Ji Hao was wearing straw sandals made of fine grass. The greasy black soil submerged the soles of Ji Hao's feet, giving him a strange feeling of leisure. And born.
Ji Hao quietly realized this feeling.
Stepping on this land with both feet, Ji Hao felt like a seed falling into the earth, being gently wrapped by the fertile land, and surrounded by a strong, ancient power. This is such a strange land, but Ji Hao feels a sense of 'home' here, a sense of 'origin'.
Manman dropped the big hammer heartlessly, laughing and running around. Many types of flowers and plants on the Central Continent are different from those in the Southern Wilderness. When Manman catches a thin grass that he has never seen before, he can happily look at it for a long time.
Si Wenming stood next to Ji Hao, looking at him with a smile and not making any noise to disturb his thoughts.
After a long, long time, Ji Hao slowly opened his eyes. He felt that there seemed to be a mysterious connection between himself and the earth. His entire body and soul seemed to have become much thicker, and the connection between him and the vitality of heaven and earth had become closer.
"Uncle, some wonderful changes seem to have happened to me." Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming and said sincerely: "The world of Mid-Continent is so amazing."
"The Central Continent is the center of the world. This is the place where the world was first opened up, and our human race originated from here." Si Wenming said gently: "Many tribesmen born in the Central Continent will never have such a clear understanding as you. The realization. It’s good that you have this realization that your talent far exceeds my most optimistic guess. It’s really good.”
Si Wenming squatted down with a smile, grabbed a handful of dark soil, and squeezed it into a small mud ball.
"Hao, it's really great that you can feel the original will of this world. You must remember that this land belongs to us." Si Wenming looked at Ji Hao formally: "This land The masters of this land are us, not any other race. Because our bloodline is permanently connected to this land, no one can separate them."
Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming and nodded slowly.
He was grabbing a small beast and pushing it to the ground, trying hard to open its mouth. Wanting to see if it ate grass or meat, Manman turned his head curiously and looked at Ji Hao and Si Wenming. One glance.
The atmosphere between the two was extremely sacred and solemn. Manman blinked and focused his attention on the little beast without any care.
"Yeah, your teeth are flat? Big brother said that people with flat teeth eat grass... I have never seen a little guy like you in the Southern Wilderness. What kind of grass do you like to eat?" The next moment, a handful of Weeds that were enough to choke the little beast were stuffed into its mouth by Manman.
Si Wenming said a dumbfounding greeting, called Manman back, and at the same time rescued the unlucky little beast. He did not use witchcraft, but led the two of them towards the middle of the continent. After walking for hundreds of miles, artificially cultivated fields appeared all around.
Fields were spread out neatly, and green shoots sprouted sporadically between the fields. Far and near, there were old men and women wrapped in animal skins squatting in the fields, carefully removing weeds from the young shoots.
Seeing Ji Hao and the others, the people who were working stood up one after another and greeted them with a smile.
Si Wenming smiled and bowed to them, and spoke in a familiar manner: "Is this wheat grown? It doesn't look bad. I have opened up such a large field, uncle." Our tribe seems to be very prosperous!"
Ji Hao's eyes flashed with golden red light, and he looked around. Just as Si Wenming said, the surrounding fields could total hundreds of thousands of acres. The land here is so fertile and the vitality of heaven and earth is so abundant. Each acre of land must produce a lot of food.
In the Southern Wilderness, tribes rely more on hunting to obtain food, but in the Central Continent, have large-scale farming tribes already appeared? Hundreds of thousands of acres of fields. There could be tens of thousands of people in this tribe, right? A large and prosperous tribe indeed.
Si Wenming was not in a hurry. Instead, he squatted in the field and discussed with several old people his experience in planting wheat and millet. From sowing seeds, fertilizing, weeding, to irrigating, dispersing bird and insect pests, etc., Si Wenming can talk about everything in the fields. It is obvious that he is also a good hand in farming.
Ji Hao stood beside Si Wenming with a smile, listening to his exchange with the old people.
Although he didn't know why Si Wen Ming stayed here, Ji Hao knew that Si Wen Ming would never do anything meaningless. So, he listened quietly and observed carefully.
Manman threw down the two sledgehammers and ran to the side laughing and joking. After a while, she got an old scalper from nowhere, staggered on the old scalper's back, turned around with great effort, and thought To play by the old scalper's tail.
When several old people saw Manman's innocent appearance, they immediately laughed, their eyes full of kindness.
Perhaps it was Si Wenming's familiarity with farming and mulberry matters, or Manman's naivety that won the favor of the old people. Anyway, not long after, several old people warmly invited Ji Hao and the others to stop and rest in their tribe.
Si Wenming smiled and accepted the invitation of the old people. The three of them followed the old people and walked for dozens of miles along the flat paths in the fields, passed through a small forest, and came to a tribe built beside a river bend.
Neat little wooden houses are lined up along the river. This tribe with tens of thousands of people is well planned. The streets in the tribe surrounded by low wooden walls are paved with stone slabs. It is very neat and clean, at least better than in the south. The tribes in the wilderness are much cleaner.
There are large groups of children in the tribe gathering together, either swinging fists and playing sticks, sorting various farm tools, or feeding large groups of domesticated poultry. What made Ji Hao's scalp numb was that there were some older children, led by the white-haired old man, writing simple and simple words on the sand using tree branches.
Word!
They are not runes that can communicate with ghosts and gods and have unfathomable magical power, but words that ordinary people can learn.
In the Southern Wilderness, the most primitive writing is only secretly passed down from generation to generation during witchcraft festivals, and can only be used to write the simplest words and sentences. But in the most remote tribe in the Middle Continent, they have consciously taught writing to the next generation collectively.
This is civilization!
Ji Hao's body trembled slightly, and the hairs all over his body stood up one by one. Only then did he truly realize that he had truly left Southern Wilderness and stepped into a world that was completely different from Southern Wilderness.
As I write this, I feel chills standing on end! The feeling in my heart is indescribable!
(End of chapter)