"Open up the wasteland!"

With a wave of his hand, the lord gave Shandora's first production order.

Within ten miles of the red clay slopes, it is as barren as the head of the Vian Shaman Zidan without a hair, but ten miles away is the grass is bleak and lush.

"There is no master here, there is a place to stay. "Slow heat hand painted a face on the potato with red clay, and in a strange tone, he said Shandora's grain planting policy as a potato. The earth elves, who were carrying obsidian hoes, held up the potatoes and said the same thing with winks in their eyes. It is a peculiar cultivation ritual of the earth spirits, who say their wishes to the seeds that are about to be buried in the soil and pray for a good harvest in the coming year.

This sentence should have come from the mouth of a mercenary, not a farmer to the potatoes, with a bit of domineering and chic in the game world, expressing the hope of the slow hot hand for the potatoes to thrive - this is your home, live like a man!

Since the red soil slopes can't be planted, let's go outside to find a fertile land and plant it again—Ouyang's words also express the same meaning.

The land that was appointed as the "Farmer of the Wine Altar" took the lead, and with the singing of the "Potato Tastes the Same Taste" of the Wine Altar Mountain, the obsidian hoe in the shape of a half moon drew notes in the winter sun, composing the "Southern Great Wilderness Movement" of Chandora:

Mow. The two hairiest men of Shandora held their only three metal weapons, and danced like the wind, scraping patches of leprosy across the Godot moorish, like two fat sparrows skimming through the grass. The land elf women and the hobbit girls laughed and laughed after them, combing the weeds that were flying all over the sky. The flocculent hairs of the miscanthus turned into the most mischievous insects and burrowed into their curly hair, the purple-black berries brought surprises from time to time, and they dyed their lips and tongues purple and black when they ate one or two with joy, and the straight thatch was the target of their selection, and after weaving layer by layer, it was the best straw mat to survive the cold winter.

Burn the wasteland. The autumn wind, the cold east wind took away the water of the blades of grass and started a raging fire, causing the children who had been bumping in the ox cart for days to scream, and the curly-haired little land goblins secretly threw a potato into the fire, and endured the little hobbit's nagging about the four ways to bake potatoes, while watching with envy the girl Ero who was flying in the air and chasing the billowing yellow smoke.

Epli braided a big braid on her chest, looking at the little pigtails on the heads of the Eero girls, and the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, she was a little distracted. Ever since transforming into a human form, the Eros have been fond of wearing their silver hair in various braids, ponytails, braids, and sheep's horns...... There are so many things, and the Ero never thought that their hair would be able to make so many patterns. During this time, the study of braids had become a trend among the Héraults, and the girls' skills were becoming more and more sophisticated, and the lively little girls even turned their hair into pigtails and hung small flowers with each other.

Such a happy day, the Hero have been looking forward to, but they have never imagined. It would be nice if it continued! Epli couldn't help but look forward to the "Elven Revival" a little more.

The approaching trumpet of the water porter interrupted Queen Hérault's contemplation, and the trough in front of her was already full, and the turbulent red earth and mud of the Takie River floated with dead leaves, a bit like the old days of Hérault. The lady smiled and opened the crystal bottle in her arms, dripping a drop of the "Fountain of Life". A drop can grow the plant for ten years, diluted just enough to water the potatoes.

"Go to work, comrades!" exclaimed Eppoli, touching her lower abdomen.

"Okay, boss!" several Pig-headed prisoners of the Pig-headed Pig Clan rushed out with two buckets full of water. The Hog-headed Man was not only the womanizer of the Beamon Orcs, but also the best farmer in Beamon, and the pumpkins that Pigg had grown on the ground he had turned over with a nail rake were as round as their bellies and extremely fat.

Sweating profusely, Gorondun dropped the plow on his shoulder, leaned over the edge of the sink, and gasped, lowering his head to fill it up. A water balloon exploded in Golon's jaw, knocking the stupid big guy to the ground. Doon rolled on the ground, letting out a drowning howl, clutching handfuls of dirt and brushing the water from his face. Probably waking up to the red clay of the red clay slopes instead of the water of the Takie River, Doon jumped up and glared at the one-eyed idiot who dared to tease Goron.

The beating blonde curls on the horse's back made Goron's roar swallow back to his feet. This magician is not only the proprietress of Doon, but also can summon a powerful water man, who would rather be rammed into the dirt by the minotaur than fight the blue water man.

"Fitz, take care of your Goron, if you don't want to be a godfather, look at it, it's all over a spill of water! It's not just a drop of life that is wasted! it's everyone's sweat!" Miriam shouted, her face covered with fine sweat. Seeing the green-skinned goblin rushing towards her, Miriam smashed another water balloon into Goron's face, shaking away the wet red soil, and continued to reprimand: "Fool! You are a slave of Shandora! Not a robber of the wasteland! Personal hygiene!

Goron stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the dripping water off his face, and whimpered as if he didn't understand.

Seeing this, Miriam sighed angrily, and randomly waved to the hobbit who was following behind, "Don't look at it!

Epli fell back to the ground, stepped on the crazy tender grass, looked at Mirien's back, and sighed helplessly.

Shandora's people come from different races, and it is not an easy task to manage.

Shandora was in a hurry, waiting for a basket of things to do, and now that the snow was about to fall, these two things alone made Shandora very busy. The main thing is that there are more than 10,000 people in Shandora, half of whom are not good at work, and most of the rest are land spirits and hobbit women and children, who can support themselves, but they are still not able to do the strong and heavy work.

After Ouyang assigned the task last night, he took those Beamon to the edge of Godot early in the morning to cut wood. Not only do you need wood for all kinds of tools and daily necessities, but you also need a lot of wood and charcoal to survive the harsh winter.

The rest of the people also have their own tasks.

Epli is in charge of the "Fountain of Life", which is not only used for the cultivation of potatoes and other grains, but also for the home of Eero, the cage of the Rusty Ancestral Dragon, and the cistanche of the land spirit. Coupled with the seeds of meteorite nuts and alder bananas from the hands of the elders of the shepherds, Ouyang was a little worried that the "Fountain of Life" would not be enough, so he gave up planting trees nearby and chose to trek to the forest to cut trees.

Mirien's first encounter with "farming" and "harvesting" is to ride the seahorse Dora Aypo from the fields to the storehouse to learn the storage of grain under the guidance of Elder Crassus, or glide from the red clay slopes to the ground and use her best magic to summon a torrent of rain to moisten the parched soil, or jump into the Takie River and sing the "Song of Tide Temptation" to make a fish head rise in the river, and Eero in the air takes the opportunity to cast feather arrows and lightning arrows, which can be described as Shandora's busiest person.

Huo Jiasi burrowed into the cave on the high slope of the red clay and worked with the soil. The Mink mink people are the most famous architects in Beamon, along with the Ante termites in the Zerg and the Paul, gardener and birdmen in the birds, and are the three most outstanding architect races in Beamon. The termite-man can build a sturdy castle on the most precipitous hills, the gardener birdman is good at creating beautiful gardens that can make a phoenix fall to the ground, and the mink man's "Venetian water city" is a unique architectural feature on Lotsama, and enjoying a water city designed by a Mink master architect is a symbol of glory in Beamon. In addition to Huo Jiasi, the construction of caves and laterite slopes is the responsibility of Huo Jiasi.

Huo Jiasi stayed on the red clay slope, and Niu Er, who was the demon pet, also stayed. Ouyang originally wanted to let Shandora's No. 1 coolie go to chop wood together, but he thought that he had taken all the combatants away, and there was no "cattle man" in charge, so he was really worried. Godot Wasteland is not another place, the robbers here have more cow hair than Niu Er, maybe they will come to Godot Wasteland to fight the autumn wind at any time.

One big and one small two Golon are also good combat effectiveness, but the most afraid that if it is the Dota Ogre Tribe, the two Golungs can't beat it is another matter, in case these two guys turn the gun, the worst will happen.

Ouyang handed over the two giant fangs of the earthly python to Niu Er, and said, "Second brother, the maintenance of the peace of Shandora and the heavy responsibility of repairing the red clay slope will be handed over to you", and promoted Niu Er's status from a coolie to a plasterer.

Ouyang went to the edge of the Baiyue Forest this time, and logging was the main purpose, but he even wanted to use this to lure out the elders of the shepherds, not to ask for help, but to ask the teacher for guilt!

When he arrived last night, in order to sift through the grain for the winter, Ouyang specially set up a test field and tried all the seeds that could be planted.

Common crops such as wheat and rice, I don't know if it is due to the climate, not a single one of them has been planted, and the "fountain of life" has been watered, and a bud sprout has dried up, and the weeds in the big mouth of cow dung are not strong.

The melons and fruits led by the four kinds of melons in the southeast, northwest and northwest, probably because there is no bee pollination, the long vines are pulled out by the light, and the flowers bloom and thank you, but they do not bear fruit. The slow hand pulled a dog's tail grass out of the hippopotamus's mouth, twisted it thinly, reached into the flower and swept it, but it produced a small pumpkin the size of a fist. Walking south and north, the experienced old land spirit held up the same melon as his fist, and concluded that the land was not nutritious enough, and the roots were not deep, so it could not grow at all. It's better to grow melons than potatoes.

The seeds given by the elders of the shepherds have all been planted, and the only ones that can be used for food are meteorite nuts and alder bananas. The former is big enough and delicious enough, but each plant is not much in production, and the slow heat hand guesses that it probably doesn't know how many thousands of years of seeds, and it is not suitable for the current climate and environment, and it is good to be able to bear fruit. Ouyang was a little unbelieving, and ten drops of the "Fountain of Life" fell, watering out a hundred-year-old tree with lush foliage, but he was still a miser. The alder banana is really worthy of the food of the prehistoric monitor lizard, rows of arm-thick flower skin plantains are neatly hung on the tall trees, Ouyang picked one and cut out a piece with a knife, the entrance is fragrant and sweet, and the taste is excellent, but it cannot be used as a staple food.

After some experiments, when the staple food option in Ouyang's mind was potatoes, the last seed in the seed of the elder of the shepherd tree that didn't even give an ellipsis grew boxy and dark, making people wonder if the elder was old and confused, and took a stone to fill the number, combined with his ominous appearance at the time, Ouyang didn't even have the heart to try. Mirien poured surprise on this "ashlar block", and a corn stood in front of everyone!

This corn plant surprises Shandora like a group of hungry popcorns!

Niu Er held a flower spike that the crystal war hammer couldn't reach!

Doon hugs the thick stalk!

At the end of the emerald green bud, a bunch of lush tassels flutter in the evening breeze!

"Optimus Prime~" The hippo poet has run out of words to describe this corn, and repeatedly sings "Optimus Prime", forgetting even the mantra "Ched Maria".

Ouyang can only use this sentence to describe his mood at that time.

Again, this quote is also very suitable for the mood now!

No matter how much the "Fountain of Life" is watered, the corn buds with a bunch of ponytails still don't move, just like the breasts of Lori, who are congenitally deficient and malnourished, don't see swelling!

After trying all the methods, Ouyang didn't believe that a corn plant had grown for five hundred years and still hadn't borne fruit, and after such a long time, the monkeys had become sperm!

Ouyang was only able to give the Shepherd Elder five words:

Obis Rakhi!