Of course, the wild land does not have the word "show" so it is just for people to win people's hearts, and the effect is imaginable.

More than thirty miles outside Hongqiao City, there is a Quebi Mountain. This mountain is not big, there is a lake in front of the mountain, and there are two small rivers from north to south to connect this small lake.

There are not many places where the wastelands around Luoniao Lake have been reclaimed. The rest are slightly undulating hilly areas, which are not suitable for planting spiritual fields.

More than a hundred families live in Quebiu Mountain, and stone houses and stone yards are built against the mountain. At this time, it was sunset, and there were many figures in the spiritual fields outside the mountain, carrying hoes toward the home.

These figures were old and young, carrying hoes, carrying bamboo baskets, and carrying bundles of firewood on their bodies, all walking home.

At this moment, in the settlement at the foot of the Parthibiao Mountain, smoke had already risen, curling like floating clouds, and a faint smell of meat in the village was filled with it.

"Old Mutou, how is your spiritual field like?"

A middle-aged warrior wearing a shabby animal leather waistcoat limped up with his left foot, limped up quickly, and asked an old man who was also wearing a shabby animal robe.

"Oh, what else can I do? The family has reclaimed a total of 70 acres of spiritual fields, and half of them were killed by the fanged pig. Many seedlings have rotted and cannot be stopped."

The old man, known as the old wood, had a look of sorrow on his face. It was not that he didn't want to cultivate more spiritual fields, but that his own strength was limited, and he could not pick up even if he had a new spiritual field.

During the growth of the spiritual field, it also requires deworming and watering. It is easy to water, but deworming is a bit troublesome.

It is true that the human body in the wild land is inherently stronger. Under the same living environment, the power of other creatures, insects and ants has also been enhanced accordingly.

Lingmi has the word "spirit", so it is naturally spiritual.

The insects in the wilderness are not simple things. These guys with tiny fangs are not easy to kill for quasi-warriors. If they are not careful, they will be bitten by them. The wounds are red and swollen. If they are not good, they will have to apply medicine to bed.

The most important point is that it is not safe in the mountains and fields. There are more than 130 families in their village, all of whom cannot survive in the city.

So we came to the Quebi Mountain to take root, and we could only guard the nearby area. We wanted to expand the area of ​​the spiritual field outward, but we were not strong enough.

Moreover, not all places are suitable for planting spiritual rice. Many places are filled with rocks, and some places simply do not grow spiritual rice. I don’t know why.

There are hundreds of villages like Quebi Mountain around Hongqiao City. Their village is of medium size. Some large villages have hundreds of families, and they are also strong and have many spiritual fields that have been reclaimed.

"Old Mutou, my baby is only four years old this year. It will take several years before the expenses of practicing martial arts. In this way, after the spiritual rice is collected this year, I will leave enough food for you and give you the remaining spiritual rice. You will sell it to the city and exchange some resources for Xiao Qiao to practice."

"How can this work!"

Upon hearing this, Lao Mutou waved his hands repeatedly and said hurriedly: "The kids grow up fast. In a few years, your kids are also on the way to go to the martial arts academy in the city to practice. You have to prepare some basic skills in advance.

We are not as good as the wealthy families in the city. They have wealthy families. Our partridge settlement has just moved out of the city for two years. Many spiritual fields in the settlement have just been cultivated, and they have not yet reached the level of mature fields, and they have not collected much spiritual rice.

Xiao Qiao's cultivation will make him tighter this year. When the harvest is ready tomorrow, I will go to the city to exchange for some herbs for body-hardening for him. It's okay to be a year later."

...

Under the night, in the partridge village, animals and fires jumped in the stone windows of every household, and figures surged.

In a small courtyard surrounded by three stone houses in the middle of the village, a figure pushed open the stone door and walked into the courtyard, and then a woman's voice sounded in the courtyard.

"His father is back."

"Um."

He agreed casually, Yuanshan, who was carrying the hoe, put down his hoe and walked towards the hut.

"I stewed the colorful bird. The baby just finished eating it and there were still some bones left."

In the stone house, the woman walked in with a steaming clay pot and placed it on the stone table. She looked at the wrinkles on the man's forehead and asked with some concern.

"His father, is there really no way? Our settlement has tens of thousands of acres of spiritual fields, and most of them are being eaten by them. Everyone is fine. Our big kid and several kids in the settlement are practicing in the martial arts academy in the city."

Yuanshan shook his head and said helplessly: "How many of the fanged pigs that rushed out were from the semi-pure blood realm, which is comparable to the warriors in the Kaishan realm. These beasts eat, drink, defecate and urinate everywhere, and they don't know what they carry. The spiritual rice seedlings are dead wherever they pass."

“Ah~”

Upon hearing this, the pine grass was shocked and full of sorrow.

For her, these spiritual rice are her lifeblood. The whole family relies on these spiritual rice to eat and drink, and also to provide for the big kids to practice martial arts. There are also two little kids who are about to grow up and will go to the martial arts academy next year.

People who practice martial arts need to absorb spiritual power and eat a lot of rice, so they eat a lot of rice in one meal. So it seems that everyone grows a lot of spiritual rice, but in fact, if there is a child at home who embarks on the road to cultivation, they will not be able to sustain the production.

"What a panic!"

Yuanshan scolded: "We didn't plant spiritual rice before, so we're here too!"

The man scolded him, Songcao lowered his head, and after a long time he said aggrievedly: "Isn't this different from before?"

Yuanshan picked up a bird stand in the clay pot and stuffed it into his mouth. Only scattered shreds of meat were still there, and the colorful bird was not actually big, but the size of an adult's palm.

After gnawing for two bites, Yuanshan saw a piece of bird meat on the skeleton, and stretched out his hand to tear it down and stuffed it into the pine grass's mouth.

"Don't worry, at worst, I will take the men in the settlement out to hunt. We didn't always come here like this before. Besides, the adults in the city have not yet made a decision, so wait."

He chewed the bones with his big mouth, picked up the clay pot and drank the soup inside. Yuanshan got up and walked out.

"His father, what are you doing?"

"You coax the kids to sleep first. I'll go to the Laomu family to see. They are all in the same settlement, so I can help you."

"oh."

When the woman's voice sounded, Yuanshan had already walked out of the yard. Under the moonlight, he walked along the path in the settlement towards the settlement not far away.

"Brother Shan~"

The monkey mountain that had left the monkey has not yet gone far, and a figure has come to us.

"Xiaozhuzi, where are you going?"

Yuanshan was stunned and asked.

"I'm not going to find you, Brother Shan. My brother-in-law is from Yuhe Village next door. Today I went to my house with my sister to borrow spiritual rice. The spiritual fields they have also been sucked in a lot."

The young man, known as Xiaozhuzi, was in his thirties and had never had the success of visualizing the totem, so he extinguished his intention to become a warrior.

Zhuzi, Dashan, such names are very common in settlements. There are several of them, the partridges, who live in the mountains.

"Brother Shan, I heard from my brother-in-law that, let alone other settlements near us, many places around Hongqiao City were slaughtered by Fangzhu Pigs. I don't know if the city lord's mansion is in charge."

As he said that, Zhuzi cursed: "I don't know what crazy these pigs are doing. Even the shit and urine that are pulled out are poisonous, making the spiritual rice seedlings not grow."

"Okay, I think the city lord will find out the matter. The Tuntian Mansion also came to ask about our settlement. I think there will be a result soon."

Upon hearing this, Zhuzi patted his head and said hurriedly: "Hey, I almost forgot about the important matter. The lord of Tuntian Mansion has been away for so long and there is no news yet. Should we go to the city and ask about Tuntian Mansion?"

Then, Yuanshan's eyes lit up, then dimmed, he shook his head gently, and said, "Zhuzi, we are all from Daxia, and it was Daxia who gave us the current stability. The fanged pig was also arranged by Daxia to be tamed, and no one wants to make a mistake.

We are all citizens of Daxia, and the spiritual fields are just a season. We just go by together. Isn’t that pig also the pig in our Daxia?”

"Too."

Zhuzi nodded, but shook his head again. He felt that Brother Shan’s words were right and wrong. He couldn’t say anything to him. If he wanted to say something, he couldn’t say it either.

Finally, Zhuzi scolded fiercely: "Damn pig!"

"Brother Shan, I'll go back first."

...

"Damn pig!"

In the past few days, the Hongqiao City has become a settlement of all sizes, and many people are cursing.

If the pigs ate the spiritual fields, they will ate it. Every village has at least thousands of acres of spiritual fields. Even if the pig's head can ate it, the pig didn't know what it ate. The smelly farts were released, which made the spirit rice seedlings so badly that they could ate it.

...

In the mansion of the Red Archery City Lord, beasts and fires jumped under the night sky.

The Lord of Hongqiao City, Fox Lingmu, farmed farms and ordered pine trees, raised beasts and made sheep dry, and the hidden dragons and made Xiansen all present. At the top are the two elders of Daxia, Elder Feng and Elder Shao.

The beast fire jumped, the burning beast oil crackled, and the beast made the sheep look sad. Who did he mess with whom he was causing such a great disaster in vain.

Thinking of this, he glared at Qianlong Xiansen again.

Xian Sen smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth. This is really unlucky. If a person is unlucky, he will hit his feet in the heel. The fanged pig is crazy and he is really not doing anything. He saw the achievements of his hand flying like this. The reason was that a little guy from his Qianlong Palace.

It was such a little guy who had been trapped by the elders of the tribe from top to bottom of Hongqiao City.

"The patriarch already knows this."

After a long time, Elder Feng spoke, which made the people below tremble.

The few people couldn't help but feel bitter. It's over, and the people are sitting in the city, and the pot comes from the sky.

"Don't be afraid, I made the matter to the patriarch."

Then, Elder Shao added.

Suddenly, the few people below became even more distressed.

It's really the ancestor of Shao.

"The Lord of the Metropolitan Deer Domain is expected to arrive tomorrow."

For a moment, the aura in the palace became even quieter. Several warriors in Hongqiao City all felt that the sky was about to collapse.

"Why didn't you see the Chengwei?"

Elder Feng's eyes turned and he asked.
Chapter completed!