Seeing these natives so resolute, Abang sighed angrily, "Sir, they are a trouble." ”

Yang Fan took the horn handed by the chief and asked, "What is this for?" Huahua said a little unhappily: "This is a token of their tribe, and from now on, you will be their leader." The old chief got up happily and grunted at Yang Fan again.

"What did he say?"

Huahua said: "He said what did you command?" Yang Fan handed the horns to Zhang Yao and said, "You tell them, go back first, let those who were injured in the conflict a few days ago recover from their injuries, and if you want to learn farming, you can send someone to come and see them at any time." ”

Flowey spoke an indigenous language to the old chief, who nodded, and then left with the tribesmen. Puzzled, Flowey asked, "Why do you want to take in these traitors?" She puffed out her cheeks and looked angry.

"Huahua, the tribe has to multiply and survive. I feel obligated to spread the word about farming. ”

Huahua still didn't understand and asked, "They are enemies, do you want to help them?" ”

"Didn't they submit?"

"I ...... I won't tell you. Flowey took the bottle and left in a huff.

Yang Fan's territory has been expanded again. This time it can be said that it was effortless, but it was just that rescue that made the people of these tribes grateful, and they also saw that Yang Fan was farming over there, which was the cultivation technique they dreamed of. The old chief is also considered to be far-sighted, if the tribe is managed by Yang Fan, it will definitely become powerful. Because he knew that the powerful Sanqing tribe had become rich and powerful because of hundreds of people with farming skills, and now, there were tens of thousands of people here, and it was impossible for them to submit to them, so they could only turn around and take refuge in them.

Next to this huge cultivated field, there are some dark-skinned natives scattered around. From time to time, he also took a hoe to help these farmers loosen the soil and remove weeds. Those peasant households are also happy to be idle, although they do not understand the language, but in the farm work, all rely on the work at hand, and there are no obstacles.

On the other side, dozens of people allocated to Sun Yuanhua have been running all over the map since the range of activities has expanded. This stone, sand, wood, it is necessary to build a soldier, you have to build a house, although there are not enough people at hand now, but Sun Yuanhua still groped first, which side of the stone is enough, of course, he did not forget the task assigned by Jì Yang Fan, to find those lime mines and clay. Yang Fan couldn't help but think of Qi Dabai and them, and he didn't know what happened to the brothers on the Thirteen Mountains.

The arrival of the rainy season has given these farmers a sense of relief. They are all from the land of northern Shaanxi, and how many years of drought and no rain have given them a special feeling for rain. Even here, the rain was abundant, but every time the rain fell, the men and women in the mountains hid in the camp and sang to each other. At first, I didn't dare to speak loudly, but later, under Yang Fan's vigorous advocacy, no matter working in the fields or hiding in the camp tent on a rainy day, you can always hear the high-pitched folk songs of northern Shaanxi.

It's very simple, it seems to be a voice that roars out of the throat without any embellishment. The sound of falling rain ticked, Yang Fan walked into the camp tent and found that the five or six people in the camp were all surrounding the black liquid contained in the crystal glass bottle. When he saw Yang Fan coming, he said, "Sir, look at what this thing is." Today, I went over there to dig for stones, and when I went down with a hoe, I suddenly spewed out this black water. Frightened, those people thought they had alarmed Tai Sui, and quickly slipped back. However, Sun Yuanhua didn't believe that Tai Sui was not too old, and the bottle was filled with some back.

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, picked up the bottle and shook it a few times, the phenomenon of hanging the bottle was obvious, and he leaned up to smell it again, and said, "Where did you find it?" ”

"It's the low-lying land on the edge of the forest, the soil is relatively soft there, I think it's more convenient to mine stones, just open a mine over there, I didn't expect the stones to be mined much, splashed with black water, it's really unlucky." Sun Yi still complains a little to this day. Yang Fan smiled and said, "I really don't know how gold and jade, do you know how amazing this thing is?" ”

"Can it heal?" Sun Yi smacked his chin, and it looked like the black thing was a bit similar to the black thing on the dog skin plaster.

"Heal?" Yang Fan remembered that there seemed to be such a saying, this oil can cure the body moss of livestock, but if it is really used to do this thing, it is inevitably a little too extravagant. He got some oil to the bowl and said, "Look at it." He picked up the candle that was lit on one side and carefully put it into the bowl.

Several people around were silent, and they didn't even dare to come out, looking at Yang Fan preparing to conjure up some tricks.

Bang!

The flames flickered, and the oil on the bowl immediately ignited, and because it was mixed with some water when it was brought in, it burned with a rattling sound. Can this thing be burned as firewood?

Yang Fan said: "This thing is much better than firewood." "This thing can only be burned as firewood now, if it is placed now, crude oil is burned as firewood, it is definitely a kind of turtle behavior. Sun Yuanhua seemed to be very interested in this crude oil, and he didn't know where to take out a book, leaned over to Yang Fan, and said, "Sir, I have written down all the things you wrote to me at the beginning." How to write about this oil? ”

"Uh, old grandson, how are the stones being prepared?" Yang Fan diverted the topic and asked.

"Oh, it's still far away, but in one place, I found the lime mine that the lord wanted, and this thing is easy to find, and can be mined. By the way, sir, how do you write this oil? It can burn, it should have hydrogen, maybe carbon, alas, sir......"

Yang Fan had slipped to the edge of the tent curtain, turned around, and said with a smile: "What, I'll go out for a walk, you guys are chatting...... Everyone seems to have realized Yang Fan's perfunctory treatment of Sun Yuanhua, it's raining heavily, where are you going?" Obviously avoiding Sun Yuanhua, but Sun Yuanhua didn't mind, holding a pen and pondering. Sun Yi glanced at what Sun Yuanhua wrote on the paper, and complained: "What the hell, it's written like a ghost drawing." ”

Huahua was the only one sitting there, watching the oil burning, she was waiting, and when it was finished, she would pour the remaining bit of the bottle, and then she could get the bottle......

However, just as the fire in the bowl was about to burn out, Flowey poured too violently, and at once the oil was sprinkled on the outside of the table, and the whole table was immediately set on fire.

"Flowey! You sprinkled! Sun Yi was so anxious that he even came out in a dialect, carrying the table and running out in a hurry, he was pressed into the puddle, standing on the edge of the curtain and saying angrily: "Almost, almost ......" Huahua glanced at Sun Yi innocently and said, "I'm sorry, I just want this bottle......"