Zhang Quan said to Li He that the country of 100,000 is not bragging, the base mountain tribe on this side of the Gaia world is now thriving, and it seems that it is not far from this goal. The food needed by the group of 100,000 earthlings is at most just enough for 10,000 or 20,000 people to eat for the orcs, and this amount, judging from the current momentum of the tribe, I am afraid that it will be able to reach or even come out after a winter.

Oh, by the way, the clock in the world of Gaia is a little different from the earth, a sunrise and sunset here is about twenty-seven hours of time on the earth, and the winter here, the cycle is more than twice that of the Celestial Empire on the earth, in fact, in the orc wasteland of the planet Gaia, there are only two distinct seasons in a year, summer and winter. This is the common sense that Zhang Quan's understanding of the world slowly began to deepen, and gradually came to know.

The difference between the two worlds is a slight difference in the geographical environment, but the difference in this little bit shows a huge difference in the evolutionary history of the planet. And Zhang Quan still knows nothing about these.

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There was a rumbling sound in my ears, the sound of the driving motor of a large mechanical conveyor belt full of ore, passing through Zhang Quan's bedroom in the tribal cave on the base, that is, through the wormhole door, to the warehouse on the earth over there, twenty-four hours a day.

In order to improve the transportation efficiency of iron ore in the base mountain, Zhang Quan specially purchased and installed such a set of machinery from the earth to solve the transportation bottleneck of the cross-border iron ore trade in Zhangquan, from the average of dozens of tons per day in the early days to the current iron ore transportation capacity of nearly 1,000 tons per day, and the blood transfusion capacity of the base mountain tribe has made a qualitative leap. Moreover, in the foreseeable future, this figure is likely to continue to rise until the peak of 10,000 tons.

Of course, the unit of time here is all measured in the hours of the earth, after all, for Zhang Quan, no matter how the world in front of him is developed, the earth is his foundation.

In the hustle and bustle of such a roar, Zhang Quan Shi Ran got up, dressed, rinsed his teeth, washed his face, and after washing his face, he looked at the thermometer hanging on the wall by the way, the indoor temperature was minus 4 degrees, well, this is already the innermost temperature of the cave, and there is a lot of bottom outside, after being busy, he walked out of the bedroom, walked through the long corridor full of caves on both sides, and walked into the hall.

The rock walls around the hall are also covered with large and small caverns, dense like beehives.

Today, the scale of the cave at the foot of the base mountain tribe has been excavated on a huge scale, and almost the entire mountain has been hollowed out. This is also no way, since the birth of the small mountain of Base Mountain, I am afraid that I would never have imagined that one day so many orcs would take root here.

But even so, there is not enough to live in the cave, who makes the population size of the base mountain tribe too large.

Walking out of the hole, he was faced with a biting cold wind, which made Zhang Quan shiver, and then began to stand firm, facing the cold wind, Zhang Quan danced his hands and feet, and started his own health exercises.

In such a cold weather, the breath can be frozen into a puff of ice stubble, but it can't stop the passion of the orcs to fight the heavens and the earth, well, Zhang Quan admitted that he thought badly, this kind of weather Orcs have long been used to it, and they don't take it seriously at all.

The orcs in the distance had already gotten up, working in twos and threes, eating and eating, looking at their patriarch's personal maverick behavior from afar. But this is not the earth, and there are no acquaintances around, as a patriarch, and a self-proclaimed higher earthling, Zhang Quan has enough pride to ignore this qiē.

Obviously, it can be seen from this point that the primitive orc tribal civilization is very rough in terms of the development and evolution of etiquette, and he doesn't know how to be in awe of the words and deeds of the superiors, and Zhang Quan, who is a little dissatisfied, concluded.

He is doing his own activities, well, I feel good, much stronger than when I first came, I must persevere, persevere, and in a short time, Lao Tzu will become a strong man...... He thought so to himself.

The human body is indeed a highly self-regulating system, from June to the end of September, more than three months, Zhang Quan spent at least two months in the Gaia world, such a long time, the huge pressure of the environment, enough to make Zhang Quan's body microscopic self some imperceptible changes, to adapt to the world. From the beginning of even walking around was difficult, to now I can basically move normally, and sometimes I can even do some decent physical work.

Even without a physical examination, Zhang Quan can imagine that this must be accompanied by a series of changes in his body indicators, such as the increase in bone density and muscle strength.

This process is obvious, Zhang Quan himself feels that his body has become stronger and more powerful, I didn't expect that the obscene otaku who was unsightly in the past can also have such a strong physique today, on the earth, there is no doubt that this kind of muscle strength strengthens people feel very cool, and it will give people a plus point for mental health.

The environment changes people, and all living beings must adapt to the environment to survive, which is worthy of the world's truth!

After finishing the exercises one by one, Zhang Quan started the day's activities, and began to check his territory, followed by a group of guards.

The tribe's camp had now expanded considerably, extending from the mouth of the cave to a mile away, and according to Zhang Quan's instructions, the orcs took out the road paved with gravel by their hands and passed through the middle of this large and chaotic camp.

The camp was now crowded with orcs coming from all directions, and the situation was so miserable that it was unbearable to witness. It was even worse than when Zhang Quan first met old Kate.

There are also classes among the orcs, and this Zhang Quan didn't know until now that the first class is the so-called strong war race, that is, the nobles in the orcs, the superstructure, these strong war races are all fierce and warlike, and have strong physiques, such as Bill and Bull, these are all considered to be this class, and the number is the smallest.

And the second class, that is, ordinary orcs, Doug, centaurs, sheep-headed people, these are relatively large in number, they are the main body of each tribe, mainly responsible for production, and they can also go up to fight at critical moments, they are the backbone of the orc clan, and the vast majority of the orcs that Zhang Quan saw before are in this category.

As for the last one, it can't be considered orcs, even the Dougs are better than them, they are the one with the highest fertility rate and the largest population in the wasteland, and the rat people are the largest race among them. These orcs, when Zhang Quan first saw them, completely broke his impression of orcs.

Covered with thick black hair, the face is not relatively flat like other orc races, basically completely maintaining the original appearance of their ancestors, disgusting long snout, a few long whiskers on the side of the long snout, this whole is a large mouse, even the claws and a mouthful of seeping fine mouse teeth are still retained, which makes people get goosebumps all over their bodies at the sight.

These rat-men were less than three feet tall, with thin arms and legs, and they had no strength at first glance, and they were covered in dirt, crawling on the ground or underground, even if they were fellow orcs, Doug centaurs, did not want to be with them, for fear of contracting some disease, and they would be far away. Even the camp for them was in a separate camp.

But in fact, these rat people are the most populous race in the wasteland, I heard that there are two rat people in every three orc population, these rat people are used to digging holes and living in caves, eating, drinking, Lazar and so on, you can imagine how bad their living environment can be, some of the rat people in the cave have never even seen the sun in their lives.

In fact, there are very few of these races among the so-called wandering orcs, these rat people are the worst creatures in the wasteland alone, and they can't survive on the wasteland independently at all, and if they are put on the grassland, even a single jackal can wipe out a litter of rat people. Such a weak orc race always has to rely on strong orcs to provide them with protection, so there is no need to drive them away, and when they really want to reduce the ding, the nobles only need to pull it out and kill it in batches, and they don't need to worry about anything at all. These rats are powerless in the hands of any orc race.

But in fact, many times these nezumi will not be driven away, because these nezumi are the most starving creatures in the orc race, they don't even need food at all to survive, they eat grass.

Grass-eating orcs, can you think of it?

Their stomachs are even more durable than the Pigs, the same recipe as the livestock in the wasteland, and eat less than the livestock, which makes their survival cost very low, and it is very cost-effective to feed them, coupled with the extremely high fertility rate, a pair of nezumi parents can give birth to seven or eight in a litter, which creates a miracle of survival in the wasteland.

They survived, basically did not occupy food, and after more of them, they could also help the orcs to do some relatively simple work, which could not be said to be useless, which allowed them to integrate into the main body of orc society and become the bottom of the entire orc society, all orc races despised them, looked down on them, and did not regard this race as a fellow race at all.

Their living conditions are the worst on the grassland.

This time, there were more than 500 people from the base mountain tribe, and they came with their master, a small centaur tribe of hundreds of people, because they heard that no matter who gave food to the base mountain, they did not exterminate them, so these small creatures survived.

When Zhang Quan saw them, these rats were pitiful and dozens of them, skinny and skinny rolled together, and they were on the ground, and the tents they were given were as smelly as a pigsty, and some of them were stupid and unresponsive, and they were as motionless as the pigs about to be slaughtered in the pigsty, maybe because they were sick, but Zhang Quan was clumsy, and he really couldn't see it. Others, who still breathed a sigh of air, looked at him with big black misty eyes, one of which was a mouse in the arms of the rat mother, the young one was only the size of a palm, and there was a grass rhizome in its mouth, and it was there vigorously, and the grass roots were still stained with scattered snow, apparently just pulled out of the snow.

"Give them food, oh, let them drink porridge first, they can eat grass in their stomachs, and get some grain gruel, then it will be fine! Give them food, give them drink, raise them for me, this, how to say, that's also a life! ”

Zhang Quan's heart was agitated, and he was a little incoherent.

But Zhang Quan has to admit that in terms of the image of the rats, it is difficult for him to regard them as intelligent species, pity them and give them food, maybe it is more because of the kind of compassion that human beings on the earth will have even when facing pets!

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