Ask for collection, ask for recommendation!Please, I'm rare to be so strict?

、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

"Wangye! Wangye! Heavy dà found hahahaha、、、、"

Marcus had a dark face and was very wolf, but his expression was extremely excited to open the curtain and break in, he looked like a black man with epilepsy!

"What do you think this is, lord?"

Marcus walked and took two steps, ran in front of Hannibal, and spread his hands.

"What is this?"

Hannibal wondered as he looked at Marcus's expression as he laughed like crazy, and then at a swarthy stone with a dull sheen in his hand.

"This thing, it's all over the place, we call it black gray stone, it's not as hard as stone, and it can't be eaten, it's useless, we all use him to make beds, and put a layer of dead grass on it, so it's not cold at all!"

The little goblin nobleman also poked his head to look at the black stone in Marcus's hand and shouted loudly.

Hannibal's ears were buzzing again.

"Stewart!"

"Understood!

Bang!Bang!(Don't think about it!)

Marcus wiped his face with a wet towel and said with a sarcastic smile, "You didn't even think about burning it to keep warm??

The little goblin nobleman covered his cheeks with a look of grievance: "Burn! How can this stone be burned?"

Marcus: "What do you call him, Black Greystone, in the Western Continent we call it Coal!"

He said and faced Hannibal: "Lord, don't worry about heating this winter!"

"It's a solid, combustible organic rock! It emits much more heat than wood, and it burns for a long time! Don't use the grove in the back for warmth, keep it for a ballista!"

As he spoke, he excitedly handed the piece of coal weighing about two catties in his hand to Hannibal: "This is enough!"

Hannibal's fortress walls have finally been completed, although it is very simple, the height is only four meters, not as tall as the two young mammoths, but there is absolutely no problem in defending the army without siege equipment, the next step is to build the inside of the fortress, there are more than 4,000 slaves and Viking warriors, it is not good to live in tents, and there are so many livestock! The abandoned heights are colder than the wasteland, and they will definitely freeze to death if they are placed outside!

Hannibal had made the mistake of building a fortress, and after asking a few goblins how they would survive the winter, Hannibal was stupid, and the goblins bowed respectfully and replied, "Cave!

In the end, Hannibal thought of a compromise, or the grove, since the black stone, so that Marcus described it so well, then simply make more use, he ordered the back grove to be cut down, with a third of the wood to build 40 large dormitories, the large dormitories on the ground covered with thick cowhide and dotted with coal, each dormitory lived 100 people, the extra dozens of people, the slaves let them crowd it, Hannibal also slept in the Chase bunk like the Viking warriors, and also built 10 livestock houses, one of which was for the two mammoths alone。 In order to prevent fire, a thick layer of cow dung is smeared on the outside of each wooden house!)

Whew!

Hannibal picked up a piece of cheese with a dagger and roasted it on the red-hot coals, and the cheese, which had been frozen as hard as a stone, began to soften, and the creamy milk with rich fat dripped on the coals with a sizzling sound.

In an instant, there was a burst of milky fragrance wafting in the entire dormitory.

When the cheese had softened completely, Hannibal blew and then took a bite and swallowed it with his neck raised.

"Pony!"

Hannibal handed the dagger with cheese to Marcus, who was lazily napping in animal skins.

"En、、、"

Marcus shook his hand in confusion and did not take the dagger from Hannibal's hand!

"Are there any crops that can be grown in low-temperature barren areas?"

Marcus lifted the animal skin he was draped on, took out a piece of bread from his bosom, put it on the coal, and said casually: "Of course! I'm a biologist, and if I don't have this possessions, I won't lose the dead!"

As he spoke, he took out two round objects from his arms, slightly larger than eggs, with a little dust on the yellow surface.

"This is called a potato! There are many farmers growing in the barren areas of the Byzantine and Gallic Empires, and this is my newly cultivated variety, which is more cold-tolerant, and matures in four months in winter! It matures in three months in summer and three in a year, but according to the bad weather in the abandoned highlands, I estimate that it will have to be delayed by a month! It would be nice to be able to do two crops a year!"

As he spoke, he took out an oval-shaped spherical plant that was larger than the one just now and was also yellow: "This is called sweet potato, which is a specialty of the Mayan Empire, although the cold tolerance is not as good as the first one, and it can only be harvested once a year, but the taste is much better than that of potatoes, and it is rich in higher calories and more resistant to hunger!"

As he spoke, he took out a crop from his bosom that looked no different from ordinary wheat, but was more satiety and thicker, and Marcus was about to open his mouth, his face turned red and retracted: "This has not been successfully tested!

Hannibal quickly inserted the dagger with cheese into the coal pile, threw Marcus to the ground at once, rode on Marcus, and stretched his hand into Marcus's arms without hesitation: "Ya, take one out of time all day, are you bothered?"

Hannibal suddenly attacked, and the distance between the two sides was so close, it was indeed difficult for a magician suitable for long-range combat to parry.

"Pulse Pressure Belt!"

Marcus struggled.

"Lord Wang, the sheep is roasted 、、、、、!"

Stewart quickly pushed open the door of the large dormitory, walked in, and saw Hannibal pressing Marcus to the ground and riding on Marcus, none of this mattered, the important thing was that Hannibal's two hands were obviously in Marcus's chest at the moment,

There was also a faint and ecstatic "pressure pulse!"

The three of them looked at each other awkwardly for three seconds.

"Ahem, you go on, I'll go to the door and give you the wind!"

What kind of person is Stewart, a person who has been mixed up for more than 30 years, married a daughter-in-law who died and married a daughter-in-law and died, what the world has never seen, calmly turned around and left!!

Hannibal was still riding on Marcus, and his hands were still not taken out.

After a while, Hannibal and Marcus walked out of the dormitory side by side, and everywhere they went, they felt strange to look at them. A few of them stared at Hannibal and Marcus' ass、、、

"What about the Angles who were captured? didn't run away, did you?"

Hannibal sat down beside the campfire and asked Stewart.

"Run! I'm afraid you won't be able to drive them away now!"

Stewart laughed loudly.

Then he pointed to a big man on the left side of Hannibal: "Isn't that that!?"

Hannibal quickly turned his head and looked at the big man beside him who was munching on mutton: "Well、、、、、"

Seeing that Hannibal was staring at him, the big man did not show his timidity, nodded at Hannibal and smirked twice, and continued to nibble on the mutton.

The Anglos have shaved their hair all over their bodies, except for the black spots on their skin color that are higher than those of ordinary Viking warriors, and there is really no difference, especially when they are sitting now, they can see that they are tall!

The Anglo man next to Hannibal was wearing a thick cotton coat and a cowhide coat on the outside, probably because he had just shaved his hair and was afraid of the cold!

Hannibal: "Why didn't they go? Didn't I tell you to let them go?"

Stewart: "They don't graze or plant, they usually live by hunting, and they have to starve in the winter, and in the past two days, after working with us, they have become addicted to enough wine and meat, mainly because we don't treat them as slaves, and after they are released, they now run over to work consciously every day, and they don't eat politely after they finish their work! And there are more and more people, otherwise how can we build all the wooden houses so quickly with our little manpower??"

Hannibal nodded and understood, these Anglos are really kind, work for you, take care of my food! I won't suffer if I don't take advantage of you! This is the backward but very backbone and stubborn race of the little goblin nobles.

No wonder as soon as Hannibal sat down, he felt that the inside of this fortress was so crowded, not like a posture of only more than 4,000 people, it turned out that there were a lot of "rubbing rice"!

Hannibal wondered again, "Then they shaved their hair, can they be comfortable??"

Marcus turned to the Anglo man beside Hannibal: "#¥%......&&)(*(*&......%¥#!¥¥¥%!?"

The big man replied with a smile: "##¥%%............ yu(*&^%$$$t%yuuiiitr%$###$%%^y”

Marcus faced Hannibal: "They said that it was uncomfortable to grow hair, there were lice everywhere, and all those hairs would fall off every summer, and they couldn't sleep for half a month!"

Hannibal understood that these Anglos, like dogs, had to moult every year, and in the summer the fluff that kept them warm had to fall off. Mainly backward and poor, they did not have warm clothing to guide the natural evolution of zhì、、、

Hannibal looked at Marcus again and glared wide, "You learned their language so quickly??"

Marcus smiled: "I'm not that smart, and my memory is not so good when I'm older, you barbarians are so backward, you don't even know the "primary enlightenment", this is the most rudimentary magic, which can make an intelligent creature quickly learn a language!"

Hannibal: "I have to admit, you Westerners do 、、、 talk about magic, you can help me ask him, if I give him seeds and let him plant the land for me, I will guarantee that he will have enough food and clothing for the whole family all year round, will he do it?"

Marcus just opened his mouth to say something.

Hannibal hurriedly waved his hand: "Forget it! Forget it, you give me some kind of enlightenment magic of yours, I'll ask him myself!"

Marcus lowered his mouth and looked at Hannibal helplessly, and a gray-white light was discharged from his right hand, which poured into Hannibal's forehead.

Welcome to the majority of book friends to come and read, the latest, fastest, and hottest serialized works are all here!