Gao Feng didn't know that Fan Yue Dao, Jin Neng was almost tempted by Fan Yue, even if he knew Lu Dao, he wouldn't care too much, he would only make a decision, that is, let Fan Yue leave the management forever, he didn't need a scheming woman to be his assistant,

Standing on the small hill and looking at it, every depression is crowded with men and women, and people are like ants, pushing carts along the road to carry the earth, not all of which is sent to burn bricks, but some of which are piled up under the hills, which are sent to the hills in rattan baskets to cover evenly, and then the seeds of the wood blossoms are planted on the soft and cháo wet soil.

It is considered by Gao Feng to be one of the most useful plants, providing by far the most efficient fuel, and making it the best offensive weapon, both for smelting and forging, and for heating and lighting.

Gao Feng also has an idea, that is, after planting the wood flower, he can no longer rely on his ability, artificially refined, once this step can be achieved, it means that ordinary people also have the ability to smelt metals, as long as a good cycle is formed, the seeds of civilization will be planted.

At the foot of the peak, rows of wood flower seeds were buried in the soil by careful women, and then poured a little muddy and precious water.

The civilization of this era is indeed very bleak, especially agriculture, regressing to the point of outrageousness, Gao Feng once speculated that because of the nuclear explosion, the ground is no longer suitable for planting, so the agricultural technology has been forgotten, and after the half-life of the spoke, the ground has regrown plants, and the agricultural technology of human beings has begun to regress.

The ground people have a very serious blockade of the technique, and the wilderness has regressed to the initial stage of slash-and-burn cultivation under various influences, and the iron plough is the magic that the wilderness people are shocked, not to mention, the fertilizer that can make the crops high-yielding.

Gao Feng didn't bring a notebook to this world, and he didn't have an encyclopedia chip in his head, only some things that he vaguely remembered in the library of his previous life, which were not clear, just a general image, so for a while, he couldn't come up with a mature solution.

But there is one point, manure is the best fertilizer for plants, and slaked lime will ferment manure to improve the efficiency of fertilizer, but slaked lime is also a scarce thing in the wilderness, at least not in the blackclaw tribe, so Gao Feng let people use manure to directly fertilize the woody flowers.

Standing on the top of the hill and looking at the large fields cultivated below, the busy crowd, and the gradually completed construction blueprint, Gao Feng felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart, creation is always more fulfilling than destruction, Gao Feng seemed to have seen that large areas of sand dates on the field densely spread their branches and bear abundant fruits.

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Each depression was built into a water cellar, from which the hard-working people took the clear snow water and poured it on the hot fields, bringing life to the dates, and on the large and small hills, the lush flowers of the wood roots, this beautiful plant that no one can afford to look down on, under the extraction of people, flowed out the precious liquid of the blue sè.

For a while, he felt intoxicated, accustomed to killing, accustomed to seeing corpses and blood, accustomed to fire and destruction, which made Gao Feng's heart already tired to the point of disgust, and the beauty of construction and creation made him feel that his two lives had been in vain, and only such a life could have hope, and only such a goal would have meaning.

The next moment, the vision of the peak suddenly blurred, the beautiful harvest scene suddenly changed, countless fertile fields rose in the flames, thick smoke rose in the flames, the wood blossoms were uprooted, leaving bare hills, the water cellars were filled with corpses, countless enemies rushed from all directions, howling and rushing towards the tribe's walls, hundreds of fireballs streaked across the sky, and the Blackclaw tribe smashed down ...... like a city.

"Crackling......." Gao Feng's hands were clenched tightly, making a crisp sound like firecrackers, his eyes were round, and the green tendons on his forehead were bursting up, which came from his imaginary killing, which made his whole person go crazy, at any time, it was easier to destroy than to create, and in the wilderness of the jungle, the chance of this possibility was a hundred times greater.

"I must not let anyone ruin everything I have created......." Gao Feng raised his head sharply and made a solemn oath in his heart, no matter who wanted to destroy, he would not allow it.

The mountain wind suddenly became cold at this moment, and under the dark clouds, Gao Feng's hair danced, and his resolute eyes pierced the sky, but he found countless black spots falling on the sky.

These black dots continued to enlarge in Gao Feng's eyes, getting bigger and bigger, but the people under the mountain were shouting loudly, as if they were cheering for something.

When the black dots finally turned into polygonal snow flakes the size of a basin, Gao Feng's face changed, he had never seen such a large piece of snow before, and he couldn't help but bow his head to rush down, but he saw that every slave stood in place and looked up at the snow flakes and cheered, eager to welcome the snowfall season.

Snow fall is the biggest celebration and festival in the wilderness, the day of snow fall, means the end of the old year, the beginning of the new year, two months of winter, will allow all the plants in the barren western wilderness to get the opportunity to replenish water, some of the seeds scattered everywhere with the wind, will also be moistened by the snow water, and sprout new life.

Gao Feng has always heard all kinds of information about the falling snow, but he didn't expect that the scale of the falling snow was so grand, the snow flakes were so huge, and before the first piece of falling snow fell on Gao Feng's head, he punched it over, and without any strength, this huge snow flakes turned into countless small snowflakes and disappeared in front of him.

The seemingly huge snowflakes are harmless to people, even if they stand in place, they are impossible to be smashed, just like the adventures of the fantasy world, these seemingly scary things hit people, spilling countless crystal powder snowflakes, and there is no trace, and the snowflakes that fall to the ground will also crumble, like Qionghua falling to the ground without a trace.

Gao Feng let this cold snow flakes pour on his face, and his body made him wake up from his previous irritable state, and after the crowd below cheered, he didn't pay attention to it anymore, and was still busy with his own work.

The snow is just the beginning, and the crumbling snowflakes will wet the hard soil, which is a rare opportunity that they must seize and try to complete the task assigned by the peak in the shortest possible time.

With the reservoir, the land that can benefit from the sand date is no longer a minority, as long as it can catch up with two-thirds of the production of the sand date in the depression, it is a big profit.

It is precisely because of Talo's explanation that the pro-minions below are so enthusiastic, and every bit of their hard work means abundant food and clothing in the future.