"Yeah! I will definitely do what you say!" The jay nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and recited it over and over again. He wished he could have these words engraved on his body and take him back.

Seeing how nervous she was, I touched her head reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, things may not be as bad as I thought, but you have to prepare for the worst and make the most detailed arrangements. If you

Next time I come, I will try my best to collect weapons blueprints that match yours."

After thinking about it, I still felt that something was wrong. My bet is that their tribal elder is an experienced veteran who is prepared for danger in times of peace, and has full consideration of the risks in the wilderness.

But what if the tribal elder thinks that all this is a story that Jay Jay dreamed about, or a lie she made up, and doesn't take it seriously?

Or maybe the people in their tribe collectively boycotted Jay's words and spread them everywhere as a joke?

Wouldn’t that be completely uncertain?

"Well... I still don't feel worried. Otherwise, I'd better go over with you tomorrow and take a look. If I can go back with you, I'll help you handle the matter before we leave."

After hearing this, the jay was happy at first, and then said angrily: "Don't you trust me? I can do this little thing well!"

"Hahaha, it's not that I can't trust you, I just hate risks."

"That means you can't trust me! Humph!"

"Don't be angry, we're at the ranch now. If you get angry again, you won't be able to eat at night!"

When it came to eating, he managed to control Jay Ya, who was on the verge of going berserk. I couldn't see that this little girl had a strong self-esteem, and I didn't know if she had reached puberty, and she strongly wanted to prove that she could stand alone.

"Then... I can barely forgive you... What are you going to have for dinner?"

Sure enough, her mind was still on eating. She had no memory of what she had said before. I remember that Jay had tried her best to hope that I would go back to the tribe with her, but why she completely forgot about it after a disagreement.

Forget it, as long as the matter is resolved anyway.

"Let's go back to the ranch and take a look first."

Not long after we left, we returned to the outskirts of the pasture, which still seemed deserted. Simply because of my care (probably?), the pasture had gradually come to life.

Today's pasture is surrounded by a row of neat wooden fences, and an open space is enclosed in the middle of the pasture. The gravel and grass on the ground have been cleaned up, and three areas have been planned using the blueprint function of the colonist system.

The white shadow serves as land for future use.

But now, there is still a huge bonfire standing in the open space. It is the fire that the jays built in the morning. Now there is only a pile of ashes. The tall timber frame has also been dismantled and divided into several piles to prevent the ashes from rekindling and causing a fire.

"No matter how many times I see it, this scene is very annoying!" Jay complained to me angrily, "As a custodian of fire, I can't accept someone destroying fire at all!"

I comforted: "Don't be angry, Jay. It's just an ordinary fire. Just build it again. You see, the fire source of Cybertron has been stolen to the earth for so long, and people don't care. They keep it up every day."

It was a lot of fun fighting back and forth.”

"So what is Cybertron you are talking about!"

"Don't care, don't care...when you are angry, you should look at the green plants to calm down. Look at how nice the environment is over there, with green grass stretching to the sky, and a horse running...a horse?"

In a place full of wild grass, there was a pony rolling happily, chasing the grasshoppers flying among the grass blades from time to time. When he saw us coming back, he immediately raised his ears and ran towards us happily:

(?’?`?)!

Okay, okay, I know you are very happy, pony!

By the way, your emoticon pack function is really convenient!

Why not teach me too!

I touched the head of the pony next to me and was about to introduce it to Jay, when I suddenly noticed that she was also staring at the pony with a curious look on her face.

Do you two have anything to talk about? Can I take my leave first?

After a long time, the jay finally spoke excitedly.

"Marcus! Did you raise this animal to eat? Is it delicious?"

"..."

…………

"Hahahahaha, are you saying that this little girl has never seen a horse before and she bit the horse's ear?"

Sebala sat in his old seat in the tavern, holding a wine glass and laughing heartily.

I looked at the old man unhappily: "Why are you so happy? That horse is so scared that it is hiding in the stable and dare not go out."

"Don't worry, I, old Sebala, will add insult to injury at some point. But I am very dissatisfied with you, a brat."

"Me? Why?" I was shocked. Could it be that I was discovered for guiding his grandson Gray to follow the path of Batman? Or was it discovered that we misused the mithril materials he collected?

"You took her to so many places, why didn't you come to the forge to find me? Do you look down on my skills?" Sebala roared dissatisfied, "I even went to that profiteer Jeff, but she didn't come.

I'm here!"

So that’s what happened, that’s good, it’s really dangerous...

"Sebala, you are wrong to think so. The places I took her are all places that are of direct use to their tribe. The seeds and props can be used for sowing and production, which will greatly improve the tribe."

"Are my old Sebala's tools useless?!"

"It's not useless, it's just low efficiency. Think about it, the core technology of the blacksmithing house is the forging of metal tools, right? At present, you are the only one who can master the core technology, barely counting Gray. Are you willing to support it yourself?

Or let Gray pass?"

"Then... Is it okay if I give her farm tools?" Sebala was still arguing stubbornly.

"Farming tools are bulky and heavy. How many can she carry with one child, and how many people can use what she brings back? Production tools require a comprehensive production system to be useful, at least until the technology of their tribe

Upgrade to metal smelting."

Sebala took a sip of wine gloomily and sighed: "I didn't expect that what Gray told me was true. My ideas and methods can no longer keep up with this era..."

"When did Gray say that? I've wanted to tell you the truth for a long time!" Boss Dick said, adding insult to injury.

"Gray has been hiding in his room every day for the past two days, studying the forging blueprints, and going through all my notes. But when I wanted to explain it to him, he said that my ideas were out of date... wu wu wu...

"

Sebala put on a grimace to win sympathy, but no one in the audience paid attention to his stunts. He was the one who usually beat up his grandson when he disagreed with him. When he was in the rebellious stage, it was only natural for him to say a few words to him. He didn't have this bad temper.

If the old man is hung up and beaten, he will be lucky.

I was the only one who knew what Gray meant. I looked at the scenery silently and pretended not to hear anything.
Chapter completed!