So he tried every means to control some weird insects, and finally discovered that silkworms could be raised, so he got out of hand on the road of raising silkworms.

In order to raise silkworms, he tried every means to get a lot of plants to feed the silkworms, but there were many things that silkworms would not eat. After trying many things, he finally found a few things that silkworms were willing to eat, among which grass was the best to grow.

This pit is also a good place, suitable for planting grass and raising silkworms. However, after raising silkworms, Clay found that raising silkworms is useless. The fat and white silkworms have no fighting power. They only eat and sleep, and they will not even pupate.

Maybe the only function is to supplement protein, so the silkworms that have been raised are often used by Clay like "the weather is too hot and they have heat stroke," they are sick if they don't eat grass well, "they can't feed them if they eat too much," etc.

Waiting for a reason, I baked it and ate it.

After eating and eating, Clay carefully selected the remaining ones, those that ate the least and grew the fastest. He planned to raise them well and use them as staple food in the future.

Unexpectedly, he woke up one night and found that his mother had been staring at the silkworms all night. The next morning, he found a piece of cloth on the shelf, a piece of cloth spun by the silkworms and woven by themselves.

From that day on, he named these silkworm babies - weaver silkworms.

These silkworm treasures must be under the control of Clay's mother before they can weave cloth, otherwise they will only spin silk, and the silk will become knotted and sticky, and finally turn into a lump.

But Clay's mother was sometimes delirious and sometimes crazy. She didn't have much control over the silkworm babies. Finally, she finally got a piece of cloth. Clay took it to the market and planned to exchange for some food. Unexpectedly, he met Ange.

One line.

Clay, who grew up in this kind of environment, is very smart. He knows how to select customers with purchasing power, and he also knows what kind of customers are easy to deal with, so he quietly found the little angel.

It's just that he misjudged the purchasing power of these customers. When Ange dug out a bag of grain, he was almost stunned. With so much grain, given his age and size, there was no way he could carry it home alive.

But before he could refuse, three bags of grain were knocked down in succession. Clay couldn't help but want to take a risk. Unfortunately, he failed. If Ange hadn't saved him, the gangster's kick would have been enough to kick the malnourished man.

died.

"Oh, it's not easy for you to live so long." Nigris said with pity.

A ten-year-old child not only survived, but also supported his mother. He also secretly learned the art of deworming and cultivated some new varieties of silkworms. It was really amazing.

He can do this under such harsh conditions. If the conditions were better, what kind of miracles would he create?

"It just so happens that we are short of someone who can deworm people here. Are you willing to accept our employment? Food, accommodation, and medical education will be included. Maybe your mother's disease can be cured." Nigris said.

Previously in the Shimen Crypt, when the cloaked man said that he could raise insects, Nigris was already moved. Who knew that he just wanted to delay time.

It just so happens that Clay can also raise insects, and he can also raise valuable insects such as silkworms. Coincidentally, the leaves of the World Tree grow longer and more. If necessary, it can grow more buds. The buds scramble eggs.

It's delicious.

In order to keep the young shoots, the old leaves must be cut off. It would be a pity to throw away the old leaves and use them to feed silkworms. I wonder if the silkworm babies will eat them?

Although the silk cloth is of little value, for the sake of the buds...

Just when he thought of this, Nigris suddenly felt the light of the fire. When he turned around, he saw Ange holding a ball of fire and burning the silk cloth, but the silk cloth did not react at all, as if the fire did not exist.

.

"Well, this silk is immune to fire plague, right?" Nigris's eyes couldn't help but the light of gold coins flashed.

If you are immune to fire, the quality of the silk cloth will immediately change. From an ordinary item to a magical item, its value will increase at least ten to twenty times.

Just when Nigris was trying to figure out whether he was immune to fire, a painful groan suddenly came from the corner. Clay's mother was holding her belly, her face was livid and sweating, and she was rolling all over the floor.
Chapter completed!