'Ah~' Under the cool morning breeze, Song Yong opened his mouth and yawned widely.

He was so sleepy! If he had chosen now, he would have just wanted to lie down on the mud floor and sleep soundly.

The reason for this was that he hadn't slept all night during the last night's time.

has been sitting next to the tribe's fire pond, with the same method obtained from Jiang Ying's hands, with the help of the power of the tribe's fire, condensed the magic power of Na Laozi for a night.

According to Song Yong's understanding of the cultivation of witchcraft, it is as if he is constantly charging the human body with the power of fire.

First, the power of the fire was absorbed into the body, and the cultivation method was used to transform and refine, and finally stored it little by little at a position of more than three inches in the lower abdomen and navel.

Even if Song Yong didn't understand it at all, in Mao's modern martial arts, the location called the sea of qi, or the dantian, could actually store magical power.

But it didn't hinder him at all, as long as he was free at night, he would practice silently by the fire.

Because according to the Famen, with this general process of charging, the upper limit and total amount of magical power that the sea of qi can hold in the end will also be higher and higher.

The specific role of magic power, in addition to being used as a mana to release certain secret techniques, such as lightning summoning.

It can also be poured into the whole body, so that my strength, speed, and even defense and many other aspects can be greatly improved.

Regarding this, Song Yong, who had been charging for several days in a row, felt that after experiencing it himself, he felt that if he released the magic power that had been hoarded in the sea of qi.

The only effect that can be achieved is to slightly increase the strength of one or two catties for about half a minute.

As for being like the Tough Bone Witch Jiang Ying, who can reach the point of releasing the Thunder Summoning Technique, even if he doesn't mention the reason why Song Yong doesn't know that kind of secret method, his magic power is far from the old nose.

But even so, Song Yong still had no intention of giving up his cultivation.

Because as long as it is something that can be rewarded after paying, in his opinion, it is not a loss, and since the current magic power is limited, as long as you persist in cultivation, there will always be a day when you will be so abundant......

After cultivating until dawn, Song Yong sat by the fire pond for a night.

In addition to feeling that his legs were sore, he was also a little sleepy.

Mainly when cultivating magic power, although it is not as severe and fast as looking at the animal skin scroll, the consumption of spiritual power is so severe and fast.

At the end of the night, it is really a little listless.

Just thinking of the fact that in the daytime every day, the top and bottom of the tribe are working hard, Song Yong is really a little embarrassed, hiding in the room and sleeping alone.

Of course, with the girl Gardenia in her arms, it doesn't work for two people to sleep together.

He washed himself a little with the cold spring water, and after refreshing himself a little, he went down to the field that had been first cultivated at the foot of the mountain.

Today is the morning of the fifth day after the seeds were planted.

With inexplicable apprehension, Song Yong carefully dug up a marked place with his own hands, which was the soil where violet seeds were planted.

According to the calculation of time, even if the violet seeds do not break through the soil, they can successfully germinate.

However, when the cautious Song Yong pulled out the small seed from the soil, looking at the seed in his palm that had not changed at all, Song Yong sighed heavily.

With the thought of what happened to be a problem with this seed, Song Yong's hand continued to pull up.

It's a pity that after he pulled the surrounding five violet seeds out of the land one by one, all of them had the same result.

For a while, he squatted on the ground in a very depressed manner, like an old man who bought fake seeds and pesticides and lost his crops in the season.

After a long sigh of 'hey~', he sighed and squatted in place without moving, his heart full of frustration.

Song Yong knew very well in his heart that there was no need to continue to wait.

Not to mention the stupid wait, he had been waiting for seven days, and now he could be sure that those high-yielding, disease-resistant, high-quality seeds in the modern plane would not be of use even if they were brought over.

The specific reasons and principles, such as a bachelor's degree graduate majoring in finance, can't say why.

It is estimated that these things, when they passed through the space-time channel, lost all their vitality after being subjected to something similar to something.

In this way, the source of the seed can only be counted on, found and obtained from the primordial plane.

When Song Yong sighed, a long 'down~' sound came from afar.

It was a captive from thirteen small tribes, under the watchful eye of a small number of guards, diligently cutting down trees in a mountain forest farther away.

The thick trunks of the trees will be dragged back to be processed into wood for the construction of houses.

Except for a small number of extra branches, which will be dragged back together to serve as fuel, the rest will be thrown in place.

They will be burned clean with the felled bushes and weeds.

The ashes left behind in the end become fertilizer to nourish the fields.

The reclamation project of the Gray Rabbit Tribe has been in an orderly manner since it began, and anyway, the first phase of the reclamation goal set by Song Yong for the Gray Rabbit Tribe is as much as 5,000 acres.

The main reason is that Song Yong estimates that the yield of such newly cultivated raw land is at least four or five acres to feed a person.

The above standard is still a good result that can only be achieved by planting high-yielding modern seeds.

If it is replaced by the seeds of the primitive era, Song Yong doesn't know how many acres of land he can feed these big-bellied men like rice buckets under his subordinates.

The only thing that can be given to Song Yong is as a reference material.

Or what Song Yong saw on the Internet, there is a record about the modern plane "Twenty-four History".

It is recorded that in the first year of Emperor Jiankang of Han Shun, that is, in 144 AD, with the level of agriculture at that time, 13.86 Han acres of land were needed to feed a population.

Converted to 13.86 acres in the Han Dynasty, that is, 9.6 acres of land in modern times, can be used to feed a person.

And Song Yong estimated that the planting technology of the Han Dynasty in the modern plane was much stronger than that in the primitive era.

Therefore, the reclamation of 5,000 acres of wasteland seems to be a lot, but it is completely necessary for this, and the final amount can really be a lot more.

So far, less than 400 acres of wasteland have been reclaimed.

There is still a huge gap from the huge number of 5,000 acres, and at least in the last two months, these captives have not been able to relax.

It was only when the seeds of the modern plane, which could not be planted in primitive times, were determined after the cruel truth.

Song Yong found that he looked like some sand sculptures, and he didn't even know where to find the seeds of the 400 acres of wasteland that had been reclaimed.

And that goal of reclamation of 5,000 acres of wasteland now looks more like a huge joke......

"Brother Yong, you can't germinate with the seeds brought by the Huaxia tribe, where do the seeds of that kind of land come from?"

Just when Song Yong had a headache, and the four hundred acres of land that had been reclaimed had no way to grow food, Ling asked behind him.

They were just after breakfast and set out for hunting and gathering.

Here in the newly reclaimed wasteland, I saw my own brother Yong busy working in the field.

He had already known Brother Yong's plan, so he didn't hurry to stop his steps and come to see a novelty and rarity, and when he found out that the seeds could not germinate, he immediately asked so worriedly.

Song Yong looked back and found dozens of people under him, all with worried and frustrated expressions.

Suddenly, his heart chuckled.

He knew that the group of dirt buns under his command was the time when their spirits were high and they were working hard to build the Gray Rabbit Tribe, and if this spirit fell down, it might make their work efficiency greatly reduced.

Therefore, even if he himself has a terrible headache, he still looks calm.

He said, "It's okay, Brother Yong, I have my own way to solve these trivial matters, now you go to someone and help me bring me the leader of the caravan called Shang Yi." ”

When another totem warrior heard this, he immediately cheered up and rushed towards the mountains and forests a few miles away.

It's on other people's faces that they can no longer see the worries they had before.

After all, even Brother Yong said that he has a way to solve such a small matter, so for them miscellaneous fish, just be prepared to shout 666.

The unconditional trust of these guys made Song Yong feel ruthless in his heart after the pressure increased greatly:

"Isn't it just farming, Lao Tzu is a member of the Chinese nation, the most powerful farming nation in China, the genes of farming are deeply rooted in the blood, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to handle this thing?"