It's highly toxic!

Hearing Lin Luo's words, Chief Deer was suddenly startled, and his hand holding the potato suddenly loosened, as if the potato was some kind of fierce poison.

After all, poison is terrible, and sometimes a small wound is enough to kill you.

"Potatoes contain some toxic substances in them and cannot be eaten directly. ”

Looking at the frightened look of the deer chieftain, Lin Luo explained aloud: "But as long as it is cooked over fire, those toxins will be automatically decomposed. ”

"That's it!"

Hearing Lin Luo's explanation, Chief Deer was a little relieved.

"The plants of those potatoes are also highly toxic. ”

Lin Luo suddenly seemed to think of something, and instructed the deer chief: "After harvesting the potatoes for a while, remember to have people throw all those plants outside the Menggu, and don't let the elk of your tribe eat them." ”

During the dry season every year, the elk tribe collects a large amount of hay to feed the elk during the dead season.

Therefore, Lin Luo reminded the deer chieftain that they would not take those potato plants for the elk to eat.

"I see. ”

Hearing this, Chief Deer immediately nodded in response.

To be honest, looking at the potato plants stacked together, the deer chief really planned to collect them as much as possible and use them as food for the elk during the dead season.

Now after Lin Luo's reminder, Chief Deer immediately dispelled this idea.

After speaking, Chief Deer picked up the potato that had just dropped to the ground and said, "I just don't know, this potato is not as delicious as the Bai Gu of the He tribe." ”

"Hakuya?

Lin Luo asked the deer chief curiously.

"It is the fruit of the plants planted by the He tribe. ”

Hearing Lin Luo's inquiry, Chief Deer said with a wistful face: "The grains of Baigu are very small, white in color, and they are difficult to eat if eaten raw, they need to be cooked in water before they can be eaten, and they taste very fragrant." ”

"Rice?!"

Hearing Chief Deer's explanation, Lin Luo's eyes widened with excitement in an instant.

He was at least eighty percent sure that the white grain that the deer chief was talking about was rice.

"It's not big!"

Chief Deer didn't notice Lin Luo's excitement, shook his head and said, "I just said that Baigu is just a small particle. ”

"Chief Deer, tell me about the He tribe carefully. ”

Lin Luo didn't explain much, and immediately said impatiently to Chief Deer.

At this time, the deer chief noticed Lin Luo's excitement.

"The He tribe lives in ......"

Although he was very curious about why Lin Luo was suddenly so excited, Chief Deer didn't ask much, and immediately opened his mouth to introduce the He tribe to Lin Luo.

From the introduction of the deer chief, Lin Luo learned that the scale of the He tribe is not small, with a population of more than 1,500 people, which is a very powerful tribe in this area.

Unlike other tribes, although the He tribe also has hunting teams, their main source of food is not hunting, but farming.

By cultivating a plant called Guhe, the He tribe was not only able to harvest a large amount of white grain, but even took out a lot of white grain to trade with other tribes.

Farming tribes!

After listening to Chief Deer's story, Lin Luo's face was full of shock.

He didn't expect that he had been searching for so long in the Great River Basin, but he had not found the common staple food crops.

And here, there are tribes that have transitioned from hunting to farming.

"Since the He tribe has already taken out the white grain for trading, why don't you also plant the grain and grass?"

Soon, Lin Luo asked the deer chief with curiosity on his face.

After all, farming can provide a more stable and abundant amount of food than hunting.

With such an advantage, Lin Luo didn't believe that the guardian spirits and witches of other tribes couldn't think of it.

Therefore, after learning from Chief Deer that only the He tribe had Baigu, Lin Luo naturally had such doubts.

"There are many tribes that have tried to grow cereals in the past, but none of them have been able to grow them successfully, except for the grass tribe. ”

Hearing Lin Luo's inquiry, Chief Deer shook his head slightly and said.

"Why? Is it because you don't know how to grow grain?"

Hearing this, Lin Luo became even more curious.

I can't help but think in my heart that rice cultivation requires a lot of water, and perhaps it is precisely because other tribes do not know this that none of them have succeeded in planting.

"It's not. ”

The deer chief shook his head slightly, directly rejecting Lin Luo's thoughts, and said, "In a transaction before, I heard from the chief of a spirit planting tribe.

Their guardian spirits told them that the white grains that the He tribe traded for did not have germs, and it was impossible for them to take root and sprout. ”

"No germ?"

Lin Luo's face was full of surprise again.

At the same time, a question suddenly came to mind, and immediately asked the deer chieftain: "What is the guardian spirit of the He tribe?"

When the deer chief told him just now, he didn't mention the guardian spirit of the He tribe, and the main thing was about some things about the He tribe.

"That's right. ”

The deer chief nodded and said: "The guardian spirit of the He tribe is a Gu He, I don't know the specific strength, I only know that there is flesh and blood in the He tribe, oh no, it is a martial artist with a quenching body." ”

Now, with Ling agreeing to Lin Luo's proposal, the tribal alliance has gradually begun to use a new name for the strength system.

There are Quenching Realm martial artists?

That is to say, the guardian spirit of the He tribe is at least at the level of a barbarian.

You know, rice is an annual herb!

It was really hard for Lin Luo to imagine what a barbarian level rice plant would look like.

Judging from the deer chieftain's account, those white grains without germs may have been done by Gu Heling of the He tribe.

In order to prevent Gu He from spreading, as a barbarian-level Gu He Ling, he is fully capable of cultivating a large number of white grains without embryos for trading, and even for the daily consumption of the tribesmen.

After all, when many plant spirits bestow totems, they also produce seedless fruits.

It seems that it is not easy to get Gu He in his hands!

Thinking of this, Lin Luo couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

Originally, when he first heard the deer chief talk about the white grain, Lin Luo was still excitedly thinking in his heart that he would trade some white grain with the He tribe for planting.

In this way, you can eat fragrant rice in the future.

But the cruel reality told him that things were not as simple as he thought.

However, no matter how little hope is, there is always a chance to try.

Lin Luo secretly wrote down the He tribe in his heart, and planned to try to contact this tribe in the future.

Let's see if there's a way to get some natural grain seeds from them.