In the early morning, the dew-soaked ground has not yet been completely dried by the rising sun.

Song Yong, who was holding a small hoe, didn't even have time to wash up after getting up, so he hurried to the newly reclaimed field.

He found a corner at random and carefully planted several flower seeds that he brought over this time.

After doing this step, Song Yong was a little hesitant about his next move.

Supposedly, today is already the fourth morning of his visit to the Primordial Age Plane this time.

The space-time passage in the secret cave in the valley has definitely recovered its ability to pass, and Song Yong can also return to the modern plane with the ingredients.

The next time you come over, just look at the seeds of these flowers, whether they can germinate and bloom.

It can be determined whether the seeds from the modern plane can be planted in large quantities on the land of the primitive plane.

However, after careful consideration, Song Yong gave up on the tempting idea of returning.

Even on the surface, the season of the primordial plane is now two long seasons away from the arrival of cold winter.

But before the end of autumn, a successful planting and harvesting of a batch of grain.

That time is really not so abundant for him.

Even if it was just a trip back to the modern plane, the delay of twenty days or so seemed quite precious.

So when Song Yong carried the small hoe and returned to the city gate, he had already made a decision in his heart: this time in the primordial era, he would stay for half a month at most.

Anyway, in terms of conversion, half a month on this side of the primitive era, and two days have passed over there.

I didn't show up in the small shop for two days, and there were two people over there to help take care of it, so it was estimated that nothing would go wrong.

As for the seeds of the modern plane, whether they can be planted in the original plane or not, it doesn't take half a month to bear fruit at all.

According to the flower seeds on the bags, those are relatively simple descriptions, which germinate the fastest violet seeds.

In fact, a week after sowing, it will sprout, and you will be able to see the green flowers and teeth grow, and then everything will have the answer.

If the violet seeds germinated by then, Song Yong would rush back in advance and find a way to get enough grain seeds to bring over.

And if it doesn't work, then you can only put the source of the seed in the primordial era plane and find a way.

In a word, it is necessary to plant all kinds of grain on all kinds of grain in this 170-odd mu of land as soon as possible......

Today's breakfast food of the Gray Rabbit tribe is still a large piece of grilled salted fish, plus a pork bone and wild vegetable soup.

Since the Gray Rabbit tribe was able to produce salt, the big fish caught in the big lake and the salted fish dried after touching enough salt have become the favorite of the tribe.

Among them, including the thirteen small tribes, the same is true of the four hundred or so captives.

It's just that for Song Yong, the big fish in the primitive era was amazingly large, although the meat was tender and delicious, but there were three meals a day that could not be sustained, and they were all eaten as staple food.

At this moment, Song Yong looked forward more and more to the fact that after the food was planted, he could have a normal staple food to eat.

Even if he is not a northerner, he prefers to eat rice, but at this time, even if he uses steamed bread and noodles as staple food, he is extremely willing.

After breakfast, Song Yong set off on a shared bicycle under the escort of Huang and three other hunters.

He planned to wait for the seed planting to bear fruit here in the primordial plane, and then start returning to the modern plane.

But it doesn't mean that during the time he waits, he can relax and practice magic power.

The wonderful picture of the future drawn in public a few days ago really made the tribe up and down as energetic as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

In such a hot atmosphere, he was really embarrassed to be lazy.

So, now he needs to go to the canyon and go to the salt pans, the only industrial production area of the Gray Rabbit tribe at the moment, to guide the development of the work.

As for the cultivation of witchcraft, he sat in front of the fire pit every night and took the time to practice.

As of today, he has been cultivating for three nights one after another, but the specific results he has achieved are basically equivalent to nothing.

The crisp car bell of 'Jingle Bell~' kept ringing, it was when the waste was riding a shared bicycle, because of the happy emotions in his heart, he couldn't help but not only press the car bell.

Thinking about it, Yishui's five shared bicycles make him feel that it is really a big scene.

Even if it's the Chibai tribe, what about this kind of big tribe? They can take out five shared bicycles and rush away in such a hurry?

It's good that it doesn't exist.

The trail is completely tread on the soles of the feet, and the road is called a bumpy road.

Fortunately, Song Yong's physical fitness has risen sharply now, and a pair of powerful thighs are stepping on the pedals of the shared bicycle, which is also in the wind of the tiger, allowing the shared bicycle to gallop all the way.

It wasn't too long before the gravelly wasteland and canyon came into view.

But when they got here, they had to stop riding, put the shared bikes on their shoulders, and walked in the direction of the canyon.

The reason is simple, the wasteland is full of sharp pebbles.

A group of primitive people, stepping on the thick soles of their feet, may not be a big problem at that time, but whether the rubber tires of the shared bicycle can withstand it, Song Yong has no confidence at all.

And the craft of tire repair is currently mastered by him alone.

Unless he has a problem, he will find himself unhappy, and he will toss a few more shared bicycles until he has a flat tire......

"Brother Yong, why are you here?"

At the mouth of the canyon, a mile away, in the simple checkpoint at the mouth of the canyon, Toothless was already waving to them and greeting them excitedly.

In the recent past, it was Toothless who led a team of hunters to guard both ends of the canyon.

Although the guards didn't have to do anything while they were here, they still had plenty of food, but the monotony and immutability of the work really made this kid suffocate.

Driving the shared bicycle on the wooden fence on the watchtower, Song Yong first threw a cigarette at Toothless.

That's when he spoke: "I guess your kid hasn't been idle during this time, so now act as my guide and give me the latest situation here." ”

Mei Zizi lit the cigarette toothless, naturally there was no problem.

Led Song Yong towards the interior of the canyon, since the last time he led the labor force of the tribe to make that batch of salt pans here, Song Yong came here for the first time.

After coming back for more than a month, it feels like a little bit of a change in appearance.

First of all, on the basis of the original salt pans, these people tossed five new salt pans, and in their words, idle is also idle.

Even Song Yong saw a lot of long wooden planks around the salt pan, as well as the presence of large banana leaves.

This is the means they use to cover the salt pans whenever it rains, and of course in such a crude way, that is, to prevent a little rain.

Secondly, some of the wooden huts used for resting and serving as warehouses were also built in slightly flat places in various places.

"Now the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the sun is getting longer and longer every day, and it only takes about four days to harvest a batch of salt. ”

"So, except for a small amount of salt that I brought back to supply the tribe, there is now a lot of stock in the warehouse. ”

The toothless man who was spitting a smoke ring introduced the situation to Song Yong.

When it comes to inventory, he is even more proud and proud.

In this case, Song Yong walked into one of the warehouses, and when he saw hundreds of catties of salt wrapped in animal skin bags, in the warehouse.

Only then did Song Yong realize that this was an astonishing fortune in primitive times, and of course it needed to be successfully traded.