Two days later, the recruitment of the Seaweed Division had ended, and the 1,000 displaced people stranded at the gate of the tribe had left in disappointment, and their future was unknown.

Unless the tribe is too busy to take care of itself or recruit people, the tribe's territory is not allowed to gather the homeless.

Connors sat in the study on the second floor, and through the window, he could faintly see the group of displaced people leaving, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart, many of them would die in this wandering, but the tribe could only accommodate so many people, and no matter how many tribes could not bear it.

If you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world, this is the principle that he has always run through.

Shaking his head, he shook off his complicated feelings, put down his books and came to the office on the first floor, there are still many things in the tribe now, and a large number of new people must be managed well, otherwise it is easy to make mistakes, and if there is any turmoil in the silver hair, it will be bad. Today, Mabel is going to lead a group of people to clean up the coral rocks in the coral gravel area, where a new residential area will be built.

The hundred golden scales that killed the demon shark had been given to Connors a few days ago with the arrival of most of the sea whales, otherwise his plan to collect people would not have started until after the harvest of the demon seaweed in two quarters, but suddenly more than six hundred people had a lot of food and drink, and Connors could only provide a good life as much as he could afford.

In addition to these two major events, there is another major event, this batch of magic seaweed has matured and begun to produce seeds, and the seeds must be carefully collected, and then the harvest will begin.

"Hello Chief!"

Bull was already on the first layer, washing away the dirt on his whole body and then putting on clean fish skin clothes, his short dark red hair was tied up, his face was exquisite, even if the tail fin was short, the comprehensive score of the Hattam people was above the passing line, as for Connors, who looked at it with the mentality of an earthling, it was at least eighty points, and if the nutrition kept up, it could be more beautiful with a little more meat.

The office department only recruited one person, not Connors's high requirements, there is really no one, there are more than 2,000 people who think they are literate, and there are only about 20 people, most of them only know a limited number of words and can't use them at all, only Bull can make do with it in the short term, after all, he can't even do it himself in one step, and the scale of the tribe will be larger in the future.

"How's Bull, is life going well?"

"The seaweed part is very good, much, much better than I used to. ”

Bull has been living in a dream for the past two days, she was first recruited into the Seaweed Division, which directly became the official title of the play, and her name was changed to Bull Seaweed, not only that, but she also had a salary of five silver scales every month and even lived in the chief's house temporarily!

A few days ago, she was still wandering, there were dangers in all directions, and she didn't know when she would die, but for only two days she lived in a house made of stone, with a soft sea wool bed and clean sea rice and fish, everything was so incredible, and sometimes she would suddenly wake up from her dreams, and then hold on tightly to the sea wool under her body to feel that she was not in a dream.

And what she had to do was very simple, that is, to hurry up and study, originally thought that the chief let herself live in a stone house so that she could sleep with him at night, but later found that she thought too much, she only lived in a temporary cubicle on the first floor, and every night the chief would come and give her half an hour of 'mathematics', that is, arithmetic in the mouth of Khatam, but according to the chief:

"Mathematics is the key to the temple of knowledge! The foundation of all science is by no means arithmetic in general."

I don't know what this means, but it doesn't prevent her from having a very high mathematical.

The chief had already given her a homework assignment: she was able to use something called the 'Ninety-Nine Multiplication Table', and the chief said that if she was proficient in using this thing, she would be able to figure out the problem of the day in less than a minute.

Of course, in addition, she is also responsible for the collection and sorting of information on the homeless, this matter is very troublesome, after all, many people can't even write their own names, in addition to physical characteristics, height, what they have done before, family information, etc., many homeless people are not very cooperative, fortunately, the chief sent Colin to follow him, otherwise it will be a lot more troublesome.

"How's the demographics going?"

Connors sat in his seat, holding his chin with one hand, looking like a big man, he used to be in this posture every time the boss asked the business when he was working in the company, and now he finally felt it, cool is cool, but his neck hurts a little.

"Fifty-three people have been counted. ”

Two days, in the middle, I will settle myself, adapt to the rhythm of life of the seaweed small part and learn the ninety-nine multiplication table is already good, at least not lazy.

"Don't be in a hurry about this matter first, take your time, but be sure that the information is accurate, and the magic seaweed is going to harvest seeds today, so I'll help record it later." ”

He took out a few white fish skins from the side and handed them to Bull, this time he bought five hundred in one go, a full five gold scales, enough for a while.

Then he began to recalculate the previous accounts, since he found that Mepot's arithmetic was a mess, he had serious doubts about the previous accounts, and sure enough, two days made him find a lot of problems, the comparison is either a little less in the east or a little less in the west, and there are seven or eight gold scales added up in a year, this is not what is shoddy, inflated prices, but Chiguoguo's playing tricks on the calculation results.

For example, a standard bag of sea rice is five copper scales, and it is written on the top that thirty-two bags are purchased, which is one hundred and sixty copper scales, but the actual payment amount is written on the top becomes one hundred and eighty copper scales.

If it weren't for the fact that many places above were written by his own dead father himself, and the money was also given by himself, Connors even wondered if someone was making fake accounts.

When he realized that he almost couldn't help but squirt a mouthful of old blood here, such a basic arithmetic was wrong, how did your old man be a chief for so many years.

In short, this phenomenon must be put an end to in the future, not to mention that other people must at least know how to do arithmetic in procurement, and now everything has to pass through their own eyes! A few pieces a year, ten years is dozens of pieces, just like this, Connors has to drip blood in heartache.

Bull watched the young chief with the fishbone pen and casually drew numbers and jumped out, and then he sighed and shook his head, although he didn't know what he was sighing for, he didn't know what to do with the calculations, and secretly swore that he must memorize the multiplication formula table, and then hurried into the next step of learning:

'Unary Equations'!

......

After eating the lunch sent by Little Scale, Connors took Bull and the little Scaler who pestered him to the Horde's Devil Seaweed Fertile Soil, where the seeds of the more than 100 potions would be collected today, and then the potions would be officially harvested in a week or so.

To be precise, this is the first time in three years that the tribe has really collected seeds, most of the seeds that were born due to potion sickness in the past are not usable, and now they are planted with seeds left over from the past.

Opening Poseidon's eyes, Connors entered the 'horizon', except for the one he deliberately left the parasite in, the other bodies were covered with magic particles, reflecting that the potions were growing well, and now you can see that each potion has several fingertip-sized balls stuffed with magic particles, these magic are firmly fixed in the small balls, and they can't run out at all, these small balls are potion seeds.

Potion seeds also have the effect of being absorbed by the magician, and even some potions rely on seeds to reflect their value, so according to the rules of the Seaweed Division, no one can steal potion seeds, which is also a top priority, Connors needs to supervise, and he also has an important task.

Just like the Indians in the Americas more than 7,000 years ago cultivated corn, each planting will screen out the best of them as seeds for the next planting, through such continuous screening to make the corn successfully evolve into the current state, Connors wants to use Poseidon's eyes to grade these seeds, find out the best batch of seeds as the next season's planting seeds, generation after generation of cultivation, the quality of the magic seaweed will get better and better, and even become a potion in the potion is possible!

The quality is related to the number of gold scales!

"Except for the one that doesn't move, let's start collecting seeds. ”

There have been a large number of ingenious tribesmen waiting for a long time, this kind of important thing can not be involved in the new homeless, they have been exposed to the magic seaweed for at least ten years, and all the habits in it are clear, just like harvesting potions, picking seeds must leave as small wounds as possible, otherwise it will have a certain impact on the quality of the potion.

The people of the tribe know to do this through years of experience but don't know why, but Connors can see that as the seed is removed, a small wound appears on the potion, and every time the magic is cycled, a little magic will flow out of the wound, but it does not last long, the wound will shrink on its own, and the magic will no longer flow out, but the potion that has already produced seeds will no longer absorb magic from the fertile soil, that is to say, this magic power will be lost and it will be gone, no wonder it takes a skilled mermaid to participate, otherwise if you accidentally make a big hole, it will not lose a lot of magic power and cause the quality of the potion to decrease。

The tribesmen were very sophisticated, and the seeds were brought out with a single touch, and the wounds were barely visible, except that every time Connors picked a potion, he would stop and let Boole start recording

"According to the form I gave you yesterday, Potion No. 1 is medium-growing, bearing three seeds, and the seeds are good."

After the boul had recorded everything, Connors filled the seeds with a small section of a sea reed pipe brought back by the fishermen, and inscribed it with a hatamu script.

"Next ......"

......

The seaweed part moved away from the coral rock in a hot way, and while harvesting the potion seeds, a two-story exquisite stone house in the middle of the sea child, Znu looked at the white fish skin in his hand and trembled.

Originally, according to the plan, the demon shark would be attracted to the seaweed by the breath of the magic seaweed, but I don't know what happened to that guy stopped in a begonia forest, and there was no movement for two consecutive days, which happened to coincide with the three years of marriage with his wife, and he had already told his wife's family that he would go back.

Anyway, the demon shark has already appeared, and sooner or later, the surroundings of the Xiaozao tribe will attack.

Releasing a rich old man's pigeon for an almost factual, without much thought about Znouano made a decision,

It just so happened that after he reached the tribe where the old man was, a current cut off the connection between the two.

Many coincidences led him to get the news today! The ten-meter-level demon shark was counter-killed, and the seaweed tribe was asked to find a new small magic potion, which originally belonged to the middle of the kelp! God knows how angry His Highness would be.

In an instant, he felt like he was on the verge of winter!