"Why did you quarrel with someone because of that kid again?"

Seeing the eldest brother wearing the Ultraman Tiga mask, Ye Fan couldn't help laughing, just because this mask looked like a shoddy thing in a farmer's market, and it was very breathable, but he didn't expect this eldest brother to like this kind of thing.

Wang saw Ye Fan smiling evilly there, and couldn't help but slap the other party's head for a while, "Are you still laughing? My sister offended the saint because of you, you don't count it?"

"Brother, what are you beating Ye Fan for?" Mo Li opened the king's hand, "Obviously, it was the holy woman who found fault first, and you didn't talk to Wang Jinyan to help me out, but you came to my tent to beat Ye Fan!

"What are you talking about? Who do you say is in the nest?" As soon as Wang said this, he immediately shut up, Ye Fan's kid is like a ghost, he won't find out, right?

it, the eldest brother is so partial to that king, there won't be a relationship between the two of them, right?

Wang and the two of them are each pregnant, but he has guessed each other's thoughts wrongly, and Mo Li is also a little embarrassed, and he doesn't know what to say.

"That's... I just .."

"Uncle! I understand! Every day behind someone's butt, there will definitely be strange feelings! Don't say it, we are relatives, what we need is mutual understanding, long live understanding!"

What is this bastard talking about?

The king wondered in his heart, but he still asked, "You said before that you can solve the problem of food and clothing for the tribe, but what is your solution?"

Ye Fan smiled evilly and said, "Let's go out and say, you will know it when you see it with your own eyes!"

Ye Fan has decided to plant sweet potatoes himself tomorrow, but he needs more labor, but the clansmen in the tribe have been fooled by Jiang Simeng today, I am afraid that he will use the dragon call, and no one will come to help.

With ten sweet potatoes, Ye Fan walked out of the camp, he threw the sweet potatoes into the fire as if nothing happened, and then he kept turning them with branches, and the clansmen were hungry because they didn't have dinner, and they urgently needed other things to distract themselves, so they gathered a group of people to watch Ye Fan roast sweet potatoes.

"What the hell is that kid doing, and why did he throw mud into the fire?"

"Brother Wang, just look at it, believe me, Ye Fan will definitely be able to surprise you!"

Moli had already tasted the taste of roasted sweet potatoes before, and this thing was extremely delicious, much better than the traditional dough cakes of the Zunlu people.

The whole tribe was filled with the smell of burnt incense, and Jiang Simeng, who was lying in the tent, was holding a whip and preparing to torture Bachu at this time, and he couldn't help but be attracted by this burnt incense.

"It's. . . The smell of roasted sweet potatoes!Ye Fan, you bastard!" Jiang Simeng's stomach rumbled at this time, now the entire tribe except for the high-ranking soldiers who participated in the war season, everyone else only had one full meal a day, even Jiang Simeng, who was a saint, was no exception.

Rachel looked at Ye Fan curiously, this man is getting more and more interesting, from the previous slave of the other world to the red man in the eyes of Wang Mei, but he is like a fool, he doesn't know the identity of the other party.

"Who is that idiot wearing the Ultraman Tiga mask?" Rachel's eyes swept over the king, and the latter felt that the other party's eyes were so fierce that Rachel gave up and continued to scan the other party, "It seems that there are still hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this tribe, and I must not act rashly before the company comes!"

After about twenty minutes, most of the Zunlu people who had not eaten gathered around the bonfire in the square, they were all attracted by the smell of burning, and Ye Fan looked at everyone with a smile, his purpose had been half achieved.

He took out a roasted sweet potato, then put it in a wooden bowl and began to feast on it, "Damn, it's really hot!"

Looking at the sweet potatoes that were charred on the outside and golden on the inside, every Zunlu person swallowed their saliva deeply, especially after not eating all night, and Ye Fan deliberately chose to roast sweet potatoes at dinner time, which was simply torture for Zunlu people.

Ye Fan is not polite, he doesn't speak, it's just one word, eat!

Seeing that Ye Fan ate so deliciously, finally a child couldn't help but come forward and beg: "Dear warrior, can you give me a little food, I haven't eaten for a day, I'm really hungry..."

"No problem, as long as you go to work with me tomorrow, I'll give you a piece of sweet potato to eat every day, okay?"

"Okay! I promise you, I will do whatever you ask me to do!"

Ye Fan directly gave a roasted sweet potato to the little boy, "I'll ask you to work tomorrow, get ready!"

The little boy broke the sweet potato like Ye Fan, and immediately revealed the golden soft glutinous inside, he ate it sweetly and left half of it to his mother, and the woman also called it delicious, she asked a little timidly: "Respected warrior, I will also go to work tomorrow, is it okay?"

"Of course you can, everyone who works can get sweet potatoes, I only need ten people tomorrow, and there are still eight places now, who else wants to go?"

The clansmen who had just kept the fighting tradition of the Zunlu people had already thrown out the lessons of their ancestors now, and who would think about the honor of any warrior when eating was a problem?

"Brahma God Warrior! I am the most diligent, choose me!

"I want half a sweet potato, you choose me, I will definitely work hard!"

Seeing that the clansmen were scrambling to help Ye Fan work, Wang was a little surprised, "When did this kid buy so many people?"

"Buy it?" Mo Li said dissatisfiedly: "Brother, you can go and taste the taste of sweet potatoes, I dare to say that it is a hundred times better than dough cakes! Ye Fan attracted these clansmen with his charm, anyway, I know that the one called Mu Li will definitely not be able to win against Ye Fan!"

"You won't fall in love with that kid, will you?" When Wang saw that Moli talked about Ye Fan, his eyes were full of little stars, and he immediately gave his sister a preventive shot, "It's okay for you to follow him to learn from outsiders, but if you want to do anything else with him, I will definitely stop it!"

"Rigid!" Mo Li shook off a sentence and walked directly to the square where Ye Fan was, while Wang continued to wait and see, he wanted to see how many people Ye Fan's move could attract, in fact, although he would be hungry after eating one meal a day, as long as he paid attention to the time, he could still hold on to the day.

Ye Fan successfully recruited ten people, these are the important labor force for him to plant sweet potatoes tomorrow, the sweet potatoes on the desert island should be the so-called early-maturing seeds, which can produce such a big one in less than a month, or after everyone left, the result of savage growth, this time Ye Fan has been prepared to focus on taking care of sweet potatoes this month, in addition, there are already sweet potatoes and wild vegetables on the island, are there other vegetables and grains?

Ye Fan said hello to those who were willing to participate in the planting of sweet potatoes and returned to Mo Li's tent, the king had already left, Mo Li asked with a smile at this time: "Ten people are enough for us to plant? I see that you have left a lot of seeds..."

"Some things have to be gradual, and the same is true for farming, especially to make the clansmen accept the change from safari to farming, I dare to say, there will only be more and more people joining in, and when the time comes, those high-level warriors will definitely ask for it, you just want to get angry!"

"You're always bragging!" Mo Li said angrily to Ye Fan, no matter what Ye Fan said was true or not, he still had her in his heart, "I'll go with you tomorrow! I also want to learn to farm!"

"Mo Li, don't you Zunlu people all look down on farming? If it weren't for the lack of food, I don't think you would support your clansmen to farm, right?" Ye Fan didn't think that he was originally from the countryside, and his parents were honest farmers, so when he arrived in the metropolis, he always maintained that simplicity, but he never felt that there was any shame in farming.

"No, Ye Fan, you misunderstood. Mo Li patiently explained: "I don't have any prejudice against farming, and I even hope that the tribesmen can have a more stable source of food, but now that the war season is imminent, as long as these high-level warriors are available, I am looking forward to that Mu Li kneeling in front of our tent!"

"Don't worry, I don't dare to pack tickets for anything else, I'm the first place in farming!" Ye Fan said excitedly: "In the future, I will get you an orchard and another field, so that you can eat every day!"