With a backpack in one hand and pushing open the door of the garage that had been concealed with the other, Song Yong came to the craftsman area of the primordial plane.

A few minutes ago, he was still in the deep city where the moon was high and the wind was dark.

And the plane of the primitive era in which he is now is in a sunny and sunny day.

After coming from the dimly lit garage to the outside, the bright sunlight shone on Song Yong's eyes, making him a little really blind.

Under such circumstances, a familiar female voice sounded in Song Yong's ears:

"Brother Yong, you're finally here. ”

He could hear that the voice was coming from his chief logistics officer, Thistle, and there was a sense of relief in Thistle's tone.

Such a discovery made Song Yong tense his nerves for no reason.

There is no doubt that during the time he went back, these people tossed and turned.

As soon as he spoke, he asked a long list of questions, a long list of situations that he could think of in a short period of time:

"What's going on, and what's going on? Is it that the weapons and leather armor are not being manufactured well, or are the other tribal warriors who have come to assemble dare to make trouble in the Gray Rabbit Tribe?"

Faced with Brother Yong's continuous questions, Ji shook his head and made a negative one by one.

Instead, he pointed to the place beyond the city wall, and said helplessly:

"Brother Yong, the wheat we planted is ripe, and these ripe ones are being targeted by people from other tribes, and now the two sides are about to fight. ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong was a little confused.

The Gray Rabbit tribe has planted thousands of acres of grains, of which 800 acres of wheat occupy the majority, which should not be a secret in the southwest region.

In the past, when the strength of the Gray Rabbit tribe was average, these tribes did not dare to do anything.

Could it be that now that the Gray Rabbit Tribe is stronger, these people still have the courage to rob it openly......

After climbing the city wall, Song Yong looked at the situation outside the wall, and somewhat understood what was going on.

I saw that after a lapse of more than 20 days, the 1,000 elite teams cobbled together by various tribes now have at least more than eighty percent of the number, and they have arrived at the Gray Rabbit Tribe one by one.

To put it mildly, these 800 elite hunters.

In terms of quantity, compared to the entire gray rabbit tribe, the number of old men with handles is much more.

For the necessary safety reasons, except for a few of them, the other hunters had no way to enter the walls of the Grey Rabbit Tribe.

But now it's the golden autumn season, and even midnight is not too cold.

With the physical fitness of these rough-skinned primitive natives, they can directly find a place outside the city walls to light a bonfire, and they can rest without pressure.

If this is the only thing, it will not make thistle, the high-ranking of the tribe, have such worries in their hearts.

The most important thing is that after about five or six months of growth, the large wheat field at the foot of the mountain, which is almost 800 acres, is now golden.

In other words, I have not experienced a terrible environment of long-term hunger, or even starvation to death.

There is no way to understand the indescribable longing in the hearts of the primitive people and natives when they look at this large area of grain that is about to be harvested.

Not only the top and bottom of the Gray Rabbit tribe, but they will climb the city wall whenever they have free time.

Looking at this large area of golden wheat, I cast a look full of satisfaction and fascination, and it felt like this wheat field at the foot of the mountain is the most beautiful scenery in heaven and earth.

And even those elite warriors of other tribes will look at these wheat fields for a long time every day.

If you just look at it, that's it!

But when these people look at the wheat field, a cold light like a hungry wolf flashes in their eyes from time to time, what is it called.

As a result, the high-ranking people of the Ji and other tribes were also uneasy in their hearts.

Since five days ago, they have arranged a team of hundreds of people every day to patrol the wheat fields, for fear that hunters from other tribes will steal or steal their treasures.

As soon as people from other tribes are found, try to get close to these wheat fields.

The patrol members would shout mercilessly and even raise their weapons, because of such a thing, the personnel of both sides would have to confront each other at least several times a day.

Even because of the spear, a good friend of the Grey Rabbit tribe.

The people who led the Chibai tribe made peace in it, and did not let the two sides really fight, but as the time went on and the confrontation became more and more serious, I really didn't know what would happen.

For a while, the atmosphere inside and outside the entire Gray Rabbit New Village was a little tense......

"Look at how much you are promising, for such a little wheat, as for such a big movement?"

Song Yong, who learned about the situation, scolded Ji and the others with a painful face.

This is after he climbed the city wall, not only Ji went up with him, but also a dozen or so other high-ranking tribes at home also rushed to hear the news.

Then Jean commanded the men: "Go, bring me that precious trumpet." ”

Indeed, 800 acres of wheat sounds like a frightening amount, but in reality there is only one thing.

Thanks to the careful care of the wheat fields by slaves during the wheat growth cycle.

For example, we will pull out all the weeds we find, collect as much human and animal excrement as possible, and simply apply manure to increase the fertility of the wheat field.

The main thing is that these lands have never been cultivated, even if they are still raw land that has just been excavated.

But the fertility in the soil is also quite good, so that the wheat planted grows well.

According to the number and size of wheat grains on each ear of wheat, Song Yong estimated that the yield of wheat per mu in these wheat fields was more than 300 catties.

It can be regarded as barely reaching the cultivation level of the Tang Dynasty in the history of the modern plane.

But even so, after harvesting all the wheat.

That is, the output of 240,000 catties and 120 tons of wheat, placed in the northern region of the modern plane, an autumn harvest of a large producer can have more than a little grain.

And then with such a little bit of food, is it necessary to let these little 2,000 people divide and oppose like this?

After a while, there was a waste of trotting back and forth, and Song Yong's electric horn was retrieved from the No. 1 wooden house.

Holding an electric horn in one hand and a waist in the other, the noble gray rabbit Qi Yong Brother took on a stylish posture at the head of the city.

His mouth shouted: "Hey, hey~"

After the short audition, Brother Yong stood on the city wall, and scolded the street for half an hour in the famous way of jumping his feet.

In the half-hour scolding, if you get rid of the profanity that is close to eighty percent, the rest of the content is almost like this:

Look at how good you are! Why don't you go to heaven?

Is it necessary to toss it like this with just a little wheat? Isn't it that someone wants to steal the wheat, and that's good! Brother Yong stood here and watched that grandson dare to steal it.

How long can you eat the stolen wheat? There is no specific cultivation technology, and if you take the wheat and plant it, you will lose even that bit of wheat if you don't do it well.

Don't say it! After being scolded by Song Yong for slashing his head and covering his face.

The two sides, who were originally seriously antagonistic, immediately bowed their heads like chickens suffering from the plague, how could there be half of the posture of not convincing each other just now.

In the end, after Song Yong finished scolding people, he decided to give a sweet date out.

"Listen to me, from noon today, whether you are a member of the Gray Rabbit tribe or not, you will go to the field to harvest wheat, as long as Brother Yong and I are happy, next year each tribe can grow its own wheat, using the secret method of the Gray Rabbit tribe to grow wheat." ”

"There are boys from other tribes, don't want that dead look, who are you going to do it for? Helping Brother Yong do things is never in vain, work hard, use Xinmai to make something delicious tonight~"

As soon as these words came out, the natives who were silent a second ago, and the cheers from their mouths immediately made the atmosphere boil.