Bring the oracles, bring the dry food, bring the salt and the expectations of the lords,

The Black Soil people have set off!

Standing in the snow and watching them go away, Lu Qiqi couldn't help but sigh, "What a simple and simple native, if only the players could cooperate like them." ”

Players still not cooperate?

They are treated as leeks by you, cutting stubble after stubble, and you want them to cooperate more.

Xiongbatian sympathized with the players in his heart as leeks, and he didn't realize that he was also a leek himself, and the number of times he was cut was no less than that of the players.

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The ice in the river is slowly melting.

The ground is no longer completely covered with snow, revealing clumps of yellow-green shoots.

Spring has arrived, and the land period has begun to think about the next development of the tribe.

First of all, the most important task at the moment is food, and with enough food, she has the confidence to expand.

Seeding and animal husbandry are issues of great concern to her.

The flaxseed seeds, which are left over in the winter, are ready for planting in March.

The vicinity of the tribe is full of fertile and ready-made fertile fields, which can be directly used by turning over the earth tile ditch. The artificial organic left over from last year has been fermenting in the pit for many days and nights, enough to feed most of the plants, not to mention flax, a crop that is already very vigorous.

The cassava also began to grow, and probably after a while, it would be ready for harvesting.

The premise of animal husbandry is to tame wild prey.

But to be honest, domesticating a beast is much harder than planting.

Especially when spring comes, and it's the annual mating season, the single beasts who haven't found their other half will look extremely manic at this moment. Although they dug traps and caught many wild beasts, these beasts basically escaped or died in the middle of taming.

In response, announcements were made to tame the beasts, and many players accepted the quest, staying up late to check information and consult with animal husbandry experts.

Lady Butterfly's grandson, Hua Hao is one of them.

In the middle of the night, a person has a computer and a cup of coffee.

Hua Hao, who had read several animal husbandry development materials, couldn't help but sigh, "Hardcore, it's too hardcore." ”

Back then, he didn't read the materials and documents of his graduation thesis so seriously. And now, he stays up all night fighting for the privilege of live broadcasting.

Not only him, but most players intentionally or unintentionally involuted in order to get game rewards.

Two-thirds of these players formed teams and left the tribe to explore further afield. This group of wild scouts carries the hope of the lord to discover new supplies.

Within the territory

The god of infrastructure suddenly changed his normal state, not studying the house, but studying the burning of things.

At first, he just silently built a kiln out of mud when the snow first fell.

This kiln looks similar to the kiln where he burns tiles, and Lu Qiqi thought that he was going to burn pottery again. To be honest, the craft of firing clay tools in the tribe is getting better and better, and many people have learned it, which is not something that deserves too much attention.

After the kiln was set up, he began to put wood in it.

The kiln was filled with wood, and the wood was sealed with yellow clay on the periphery, leaving only a few small holes on the top and bottom of the head, so that the wood did not burn enough into carbon.

Firewood is burned directly at a temperature of 300-400 degrees Celsius.

The temperature of charcoal can reach 1000 degrees Celsius.

The god of infrastructure construction practiced a lot of this carbon, and then took the yellow-brown mud, weeds, wood ash, and crushed ceramics from the river, kneaded them into pieces, and put them in a kiln to burn.

It burned continuously for a month.

Every time Lu Qiqi came over, he saw him guarding several kilns. He made three or four manual hair dryers, and the mud-burning stoves grew bigger and bigger, the chimneys got higher and higher, and the yellow mud in the river dug more and more into the big canal.

Such work was repeated for two months.

Suddenly, one day, he returned to the oven with the small black grains that had been burned, melted them, hammered them repeatedly, poured them into a mud mold, and made an arrow the size of his thumb.

Ferric!

When the Great God of Infrastructure put the iron arrow in front of the land period, the lord could barely maintain his usual composure.

It took more than 10,000 years for humans to transition from the Stone Age to the Bronze Age, and then from the Bronze Age to the Iron Age.

And the great god, it only took two months!

That's iron!

Craft weapons, make equipment, build houses, rob other tribes you'll encounter in the future (cross out)... Establish peaceful and win-win cooperative relations with other tribes......

The lord's eyes straightened, and she stretched out her hands to take the arrow.

But the great god of infrastructure took back the things, and he who had always been silent took the initiative to speak today, "Lord Lord, is there a reward for handing it over?" ”

What is it called, Lord Lord?

Just call Xiao Lu.

Lu Qiqi had a rare enthusiasm and sophistication on his face, "What reward do you want?" ”

The infrastructure god was a little nervous and uncertain: "This, can I change the in-game beta quota?" ”

Of course!

With a wave of her hand, she directly received 50,000 contribution points to her account, ensuring that he was in the top three at the end of the month, "Can these iron tools be mass-produced?" ”

I can be regarded as watching him smelt the iron little by little.

The thumb is a small piece bigger, and it took two months. If mass production is reached, what things are needed and for how long?

"If you want to mass-produce, you need enough coal and iron ore. We don't have iron ore and I can only find some iron bacteria in the river, so ......"

The great myth of infrastructure construction is not finished.

But Lu Qiqi understood what he meant later.

The mud he had dug in the river contained iron, but more coal and iron ore were needed for mass production.

She had already sent the Black Earth people to open up the road between the coal mine and the tribe, "Then can you design a set of efficient iron-making equipment, the kind that can be put into production as soon as you find the iron mine?" If you can do it, you'll get ...... 100,000 contribution points. ”

She has never given this amount of contribution points.

is enough to buy all the territory, which means that at least one game quota belongs to him.

But after getting a place in the game, the god of infrastructure returned to his former indisputable appearance, "I'll try my best to try this thing." ”

After saying that, he went offline.

At the same time, a man in a wheelchair exits the game.

He looked at the button he had at hand and pressed it with great difficulty. Soon someone entered his room and helped him take off the gaming helmet on top of his head, and even washed up and changed into adult diapers.

This player, who is more punctual on the line than at work, is a special player.

He is a motor neuron disease.

It's a little strange to say, but it's familiar when it comes to Stephen Hawking. The body of the great god of infrastructure is almost completely paralyzed, and only the fingers of his left and right hands can move. He used to be a very good architectural technician, but now he is paralyzed in a wheelchair, and he can't even do basic life skills.

However, after he encounters the game of Molka Continent, he gets a new life!

This feeling of being given a second life is too good, and the feeling of being healthy is so good.

He couldn't wait to share the game with his new friends who had lost their hands.

A few days later, the girl, known as the heir to the intangible culture of embroidery, received the most precious gift of her life in the fourth month after the car accident......