That man has been dragging Wizard Nine down, so that she can't concentrate on doing things for the tribe, and she might as well die!

But she only dared to think about it in her heart, and she definitely didn't dare to say it.

"Go on, I've got to go back." Feng Jiuqing got up and patted his buttocks, feeling very worried.

The last plant left, where should she find it, and tomorrow she will follow the hunting party to take a walk around the land where she has not walked.

Feng Jiuqing went over to say a word to Ma Lien, and went home, and Mei, who was in charge of protecting her safety, took the two warriors and silently followed behind her.

The next day.

Feng Jiuqing was going out with the hunting team, and An An injured woman stayed here with Xuanyu, she was small-minded, and she must be uncomfortable in her heart, so she asked people to set up a tent next to her and drove An to the side.

The place I went to today is located in the southernmost part of the territory of the Chasing Wind Tribe.

Because it was hot and humid over there, and there was a devil's quagmire, Marion never felt at ease to let people take her there.

Today's protagonist, and the bravest warrior in the tribe, once escaped from the devil's quagmire, named Xi, Chinese New Year's Eve, is a retired hunter who was bitten off his arm by a wild boar two years ago.

West looks like a poker face, expressionless, and when she laughs, it makes people feel like she's crying.

In addition to Xi, who had been in the devil's quagmire and successfully escaped, there were also the river and ten other strong hunters.

The devil's quagmire.

Feng Jiuqing knew when he heard their descriptions that he was referring to the swamp.

Marshland, if the swamp is enriched, it will be developed, fish farming, shrimp farming, drainage planting, because the soil is fertile, it will definitely become fertile soil, and there is no need to worry about food production.

The 100 acres of fertile land that I owe have a yield of 500 catties per mu depends on it!

Everyone else had a deep fear of the swamp, and before they arrived, they became vigilant and scared.

Only Feng Jiuqing, that joy!

I wish I had two more legs, and it was better to have wings and I could fly to the swamp in a flash.

It's just that it's not yet possible to determine whether it's an ordinary swamp, a poor swamp, or a rich swamp.

Rich swamps are the most valuable for development, and if the other two are developed, it depends on the situation.

The further south you go.

The more sparse the vegetation becomes.

There are also more and more puddles on the ground.

Xi walked at the forefront, with a stick in his hand, pestle the ground as he went, testing whether it was the field or the mire.

Velocity.

Slowed down.

Until the evening, I didn't make it to the swamp.

The weather here is hotter and wetter during the day than in the tribe, and colder at night.

Fortunately, there are a lot of animal skins on my back.

Find a relatively high slope, trim it on the spot, and set off again tomorrow at dawn.

Xi said, probably walk for a while to get to the swamp, because even if you get to the place today, it's dark, there is water over there, there is no dry land, and you can't even find a place to rest, the best choice is to repair it on the periphery first, and raise your spirit to fight the swamp tomorrow.

After eating the barbecue that he brought, he went to sleep.

Except for Feng Jiuqing, the other warriors took turns to guard, and the two of them could take a break as soon as they changed shifts.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, everyone got up.

He came over with two warriors, one with two skinned rabbits: "Wizard Nine, let's eat something and set off again, the meat we brought yesterday tastes good, so I'll take someone to get some." ”