He slept well, and ate and drank to his heart's content.

In such a sunny and beautiful weather, it is natural to hurry up.

After putting down the stone bowl that had been licked cleanly and did not seem to be wasteful at all, Song Yong commanded Ji and the others on the side:

"Go and gather all the people, including the captives, and I'll teach you how to sow the grain properly. ”

After hearing Brother Yong's orders, Ji and the others did not follow it immediately.

After the group hesitated for a while, the big-bellied woman of Ji was very careful and put forward her opinion: "Brother Yong, we don't need to learn how to sow seeds when we look at those captives of the Qingshang tribe, right?"

Seeing Brother Yong's surprised face after hearing this, Ji hurriedly explained:

"Those people of the Qingshang tribe will be redeemed sooner or later, if they learn our farming techniques and go back and do the same, then won't we lose a lot?"

When Ji explained this, Six Fingers and Hooligans quickly nodded their heads, indicating that they agreed with this statement very much.

Just kidding! The various inheritances that Brother Yong has taken out all the time are the legendary and mysterious Chinese tribes, created by those great ancestors.

If you take it out, don't say that there is no one in the southwest area of Rainozawa.

Even in the huge area of Rainozawa, and even in the Central Plains, it is also a secret inheritance that can be extremely cherished and precious.

Other tribes want to be so cheap, so they have learned these inheritances, and dream about it!

However, in the face of their unanimous belief that the cultivation knowledge needs to be kept strictly confidential, their Yong brother said it lightly:

"It's okay! If they learn, then they will!"

Then, before they offered more comments.

Song Yong looked at them with an unprecedentedly serious expression, and said something that made the high-ranking people of these gray rabbit tribes say that they had never thought of it before.

"It's a big place, bigger than you can imagine, so there's enough land for the Terrans to cultivate, without worrying that everyone else will cultivate it, and there won't be enough land. ”

"It's true that the gray rabbit, the red cypress, the tough bone, the cangyan, etc., all belong to different tribes, but we also belong to the human race, they have the same appearance and skin color as us, maybe a thousand years ago we were still a family, as long as it does not affect our survival, why not help them?"

"Rather than fighting each other, we should seize what little population and food each other had, but if we unite and work together to cultivate and open up wasteland, harvest and development will develop faster than conquest. ”

"At the same time, you also have to think about it, if the great ancestors of the Huaxia tribe also asked that all this not be passed on, you would be able to live today's life?"

Through more than a year, the understanding of the plane of the primitive era.

Song Yong knows these concepts of the country and the nation, and it is still a very distant thing for the natives who are eager to fight their brains for a little food.

But at this moment, Song Yong is still trying to tell, trying to instill a concept for his high-level executives:

Don't look at the few battles before and after, so that the gray rabbit tribe has taken a big advantage, and the population of the tribe has also grown rapidly, but just by war, there is no way for everyone to live a good life.

Only cultivation and continuous development will make the life of the tribe better and better......

In fact, Song Yong did not consider at all that there should be any secrecy from other tribes in terms of planting and breeding.

Even, in the future, if he has enough food, he doesn't mind trading some grain to grow it.

Mainly because of his modern concept, it is difficult for him to accept that so many people starve to death every year.

Everyone is a person who is struggling to live in a difficult natural environment, and they can live better, so why make it difficult for their own people?

Besides, as long as he has all kinds of high-end technologies, he also hopes to let more tribes become food suppliers of the gray rabbit tribe in the future.

And after listening to Brother Yong, after a long period of narration.

These dirt buns under his hands did not speak for a long time in eye contact with each other.

Just when Song Yong thought that these iron Hanhan were simply some invulnerable instigators, and there was no way to say that they were cheap to others.

The scoundrel finally said with a look of grievance:

"Brother Yong, why don't we just let Lei Yeze's tribe learn our farming techniques, right? The tribes in the Central Plains region don't even control the seeds from flowing into us, and our farming techniques don't have their share. ”

After Song Yong heard this, he thought about the fact that those tribes even needed to fry the grain before they could be sold.

For a while, I also felt that those grandchildren were indeed a little too much, and while nodding, they agreed to this little request.

Seeing that he had received Brother Yong's praise, Ji also said his proposal:

"Brother Yong, I think that if other tribes want to learn, they need to agree, and they must worship that Shennong ancestor in the future, after all, if there is no great merit of the ancestor of the Shennong clan, how can they have the opportunity to learn. ”

This time, Song Yong not only accepted this suggestion dryly, but also gave a big thumbs up to Ji's proposal.

So, on this sunny morning, in countless eyes with longing.

Song Yong took Gardenia as a group, and on the newly reclaimed large piece of land, he first let people dig small ditches that were not deep.

It was he who sprinkled the wheat under his hand one by one.

After that, Gardenia, who was holding a sapper shovel, stepped on it a few times with his feet after covering the small ditch with dirt from scratch.

Looking at these from a distance, it seems that it is not a simple action, the thirteen small tribes, and the captives of the Qingshang tribe.

Even if they are concrete, they can't accurately describe how great it is.

But everyone knows that after such a simple set of actions as Brother Yong and Gardenia, it is the beginning of a new life in the entire southwest region of Lei Yeze.

Soon, a morning passed.

Bow your head, bend over, and gently sprinkle the wheat grains in your hands into the small ditch dug up.

Behind him, Gardenia, who was holding a sapper shovel, would recover the soil, bury the wheat grains with everyone's hope, and the sweat dripping from Song Yong, and step on them tightly.

After not knowing how many times he repeated this monotonous and tedious action, Song Yong stopped his movements.

He was going to take it a little slow and wipe a handful of sweat on his sweaty forehead.

And when he tried to straighten his waist, he realized that it was just a morning's work, and his waist seemed to be broken, which was called a terrible soreness.

Under the reaction of strong backache, Song Yong can be regarded as profoundly understanding that his ancestors have paid for thousands of years how much hard work they have made for their nation to reproduce from generation to generation.

Later, Song Yong, who was wiping the sweat from his forehead, looked back at the long land that he had sown behind his back.

It seems that after countless sweat watering, in the autumn a few months later, there will be this large area of endless wheat waves undulating.

At that time, it will be one of the most beautiful scenery in heaven and earth.

Such a beautiful picture made Song Yong once again rise up his inexhaustible strength.

He picked up the towel hanging around his neck, gave it to Gardenia, who was cooperating with him, and wiped the sweat off his pretty face, and then worked hard again.

After a while, Song Yong, who was bowing his head and sowing seeds, sang "On the Field of Hope" loudly in his mouth.

The loud singing voice was heard in the open field.

To tell the truth, Brother Yong sang in standard Mandarin like this, so that many people couldn't understand too many specific meanings.

In such a cappella, there is no wonderful soundtrack like the music in the big speaker.

But at this moment, all the primitive people who listened to this song were extremely sure that this was the most beautiful song they had ever heard in their lives.

Because in Brother Yong's rugged singing, they heard the hope of a better life.

In this way, Song Yong used his gong-like voice to amaze the world in the primordial plane......