A few days later, Zhangzhung Gyatso returned to the Maoniu tribe with thousands of warriors who had followed him.

Seeing them return, the happiest is Jinba Zhuoma, and the most unhappy is also Jinba Zhuoma. Because when she rushed over to meet Zhangxiong Gyatso, she was stunned to find a woman who made her feel like a great enemy, obediently nestled beside her.

"Brother Gatso, why did this woman come with you?" the little girl asked vaguely guessing something in her heart.

Zhangxiong Gyatso was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say. Xiang Palmerduo smiled, walked over and grabbed Jinba Zhuoma's arm, and said to Xiong Gyatso, the object of the smile: "Gyatso, you have something to do, I'll have a good chat with Sister Zhuoma." ”

As if he had been granted amnesty, Zhangxiong Gyatso quickly turned around and left this place of right and wrong. However, the people who were ready to watch the excitement such as Lagjian were not disappointed.

"Are you all right? go out and practice for me, and run three laps around the tribal settlement. Zhangxiong Gyatso yelled angrily. This group of dark-minded guys burst into laughter, and they all began to run around the settlement with a loud shout.

Solang Tondrup, Tashi Gazang, Lobsang Gran, Brown Ma Yangzhen, and the chief of the livestock, Tenzin Gyi, all came over, and the crowd was thrilled that there were three thousand more soldiers. But after the excitement, I began to have a sad face.

"There are too many people in Gatso, and our livestock simply don't have enough to feed so many people. Solange Tonzhu vomited bitterness.

Lobsang Gran also nodded in agreement, although the matter of the transactions he presided over with other tribes was carried out one after another, and hundreds of cattle and sheep had been exchanged for hundreds of sheep, but in the face of three thousand big bellies, it was still a drop in the bucket.

"yes, we have to think of something else, or will we make everyone hungry?"

Tashi Gazang also said: "It's spring and summer, and the animals on the grassland are flourishing, and there is no shortage of food, but once it is winter, we can only live by the cattle and sheep we graze, what can we do then?"

Zhangxiong Gyatso nodded and didn't speak, he was thinking about whether to take out the crops in the immortal soil space.

Due to the passage of time in the immortal earth space, it was ten times faster than outside. Therefore, the potatoes and sweet potatoes he planted have already been harvested. It's all piled up in it by him at the moment. With these thousands of catties of crops as seeds, if they are taken out and planted, they should be able to feed many people.

But the Tulum Heath is so harsh that he worries that the crops will not survive because of the temperature difference between morning and evening. The best place is still the southern savannah of the orcs, or even the middle earth of the Terrans. But it was too early to say this, he had not even unified the barbarians of the Tulum Wasteland, let alone invaded the territory of other races.

No matter what, you have to give it a try. Zhangzhung Gyatso thought for a moment and asked the well-informed Lobsang Gran and Tashi Gazang.

"Two uncles, if I come up with a high-yield crop, can our barbarians learn to plant it?"

The two were stunned, and Tashi Gazang subconsciously shook his head: "We are barbarians, we can only graze, not plant, that is the only thing that the human race can do." Moreover, the climate of the Tulum Heath is harsh, and even if you want to grow barley and other crops, you will not survive at all. Unless we can find the Terrans to help, maybe in a mild climate, there is still a chance of success. ”

Zhangxiong Gyatso is also a person who has never planted the land, and the success of planting in the immortal soil space is entirely due to the good soil there. Let him do it, he will definitely catch the blind.

By the way, the soil of the immortal earth space? An idea suddenly popped into his heart. Hurriedly burrowed into his tent, and then took out a dozen sprouted potatoes from the immortal soil space, as well as a handful of black soil in the space. Come out, call out to the crowd, and start looking around for a suitable place.

This is the original settlement of the Black Sheep tribe, and the water and grass are quite abundant. A small area was selected for everyone to remove the turf, about a dozen square meters. Then he sprinkled the black soil in his hand. Suddenly, a magical scene happened.

After the soil in the immortal soil space fell on the grass, it instantly blended into it, and then the original yellow-brown soil under his feet began to turn into fertile black soil, and it continued to expand outward. It was not until it expanded to hundreds of square meters that it gradually slowed down. And on the soil that was not cleared of turf, the grass began to grow wildly, and in a few breaths, it grew into a circle of grass that was not knee-high.

Lobsang Gran and the others looked in a daze, and their eyes were horrified, not knowing what Zhangxiong Gyatso had done.

Zhangxiong Gyatso was secretly ecstatic in his heart, he didn't expect that the immortal soil would have this kind of miraculous effect on improving the soil quality. Nor does it explain anything, leaving a hint of mystery. Hurry up and ask everyone to cut the potatoes into cubes. There were no suitable farming tools, so they had to use their swords to raise them on the ground and bury the potato pieces with the sprouts in them.

The spring weather is not bad, it has just rained a few days ago, and the soil is moist and suitable. It didn't take long for the sprouts on those potatoes to grow visibly and grow more than a few inches taller before they gradually slowed down.

Zhangxiong Gyatso feels that farming is not so difficult———— that is, with the help of the magic effect of the fairy soil, otherwise let a person who has never planted the land come to serve, and he will not be allowed to cry to death?

"What kind of crop is this, Gatso Chief, how come we've never seen one before?" asked Solang Tondrup, puzzled.

"Oh, some time ago, I got a revelation from the Immortal Heaven in a dream, and he made me find these crops called 'potatoes' in a corner of the wasteland, and the gods of the Immortal Heaven said that this is the food given to us barbarians. "Pulling the tiger skin to make a big banner, Zhangxiong Gyatso feels that there is an immortal existence, which is really convenient. Anything can be pushed on him.

The crowd grew more and more in awe, and they looked at the neat row of potatoes that had grown several inches taller...... These are treasures!

"Ahem, I found a lot of potatoes, let everyone clean up a field together, and we barbarians will also come to plant the land to see if it can be better than the human race. After Zhangxiong Gyatso passed perfunctorily, he immediately made a decision and immediately prepared for large-scale planting. At the same time, some miss the orc smuggler Arslen. If that guy is here, be sure to let him bring some Terran farming tools next time.

His plan was quickly dashed, and he was just about to gather more people to come and farm. Suddenly, the scouts outside hurriedly ran back and reported to him: "Big man, it's not good, there is a change in the royal court, and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses are coming to the southwest of our wasteland." ”

Hmm? Zhangxiong Gyatso frowned, and then relaxed. Okay, I didn't go to your trouble, you guys are good, come to my trouble first, then let's see who is the overlord of the Tulum wasteland.

"Order, let all the warriors above the centurion come to my tent at once. Zhangzhung Gyatso gave the order, and at that moment he was in high spirits.

Although the timing is not too good now, it seems that others are not going to give him the opportunity to continue to accumulate strength. Well, let's start your journey to conquer the wasteland from today!