How could Galadel imagine that there is a kind of crop in the world that requires the blessing of a sapling to germinate, so of course it cannot be grown.
"What should I do? If the seed dies, the God of Life will be very angry." Galadel was about to cry.
Now that their relationship with Ange has become what it is now, the responsibility lies entirely with the elves, and it is the kind of repayment of kindness with hatred.
At that time, they saw that the God of Life had lost all its leaves, and they were anxious and angry for a while. However, two months later, the facts proved that Master Naige was not lying.
The tree of life is indeed not dead. When the skin is peeled off, the branches are tender green and in better condition than ever before. Even the diseased branches and the gray spots on the skin are weakening or even disappearing.
Lord Ange is really saving the God of Life.
But now, the elves not only scared the God of Life's savior into running away, but also killed the new crops they cultivated. After the God of Life wakes up, no one knows how angry he will be.
If it is an ordinary crop, forget it, the worst case scenario is compensation, ten times the compensation. Elves are rich and don’t really care about money.
But the problem is that these things cannot be compensated. Saltwater magic rice is an unprecedented high-yielding crop grown in saline-alkali land. If the plant dies, it will not only be a loss for Ange, but also a loss for all living species.
Although there are no detailed statistics, the saline-alkali land in the entire plane accounts for at least 20% of the available arable land. In other words, if it is all cultivated, the available arable land in the entire plane will increase by at least 20%.
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That's the entire plane. If it increases by 20%, it can feed hundreds of millions more people. This is a very scary number.
However, that is only the salt-alkali land, not counting the wetlands and shoals on the seaside. If it becomes popular, this will definitely be an artifact that can change the situation of the entire continent.
Okay, now this kind of magical weapon is about to be planted to death by her.
If nothing else, just the guilt of being a druid and planting a new species to death could make her cry.
Gaillard's expression became solemn. Galadel had repeatedly told her about the importance of the saltwater magic rice. If it really died, there would be no point in compensating her.
"What now?" Gaillard asked.
"Find Lord Ange and apologize to him."
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The elves began to search for Ange all over the world, and Ange, who was being searched by them, was squatting on the stone platform at the moment, watching the humans below processing rice. Then he realized that humans even have so many tricks for processing rice.
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Needless to say, you can use mortar and pestle to pound the rice, but you can also use grinding. This is to put rice between two flat stone slabs, press the upper stone slab hard, and slide it hard.
There are also things like rolling and pounding, which are not very efficient, but I can't handle the large number of people. After a lot of work, I got a batch of shelled rice.
Everyone put the rice into the bucket and began to look at Ange eagerly. They didn't feel that the skeleton was scary at all now, they just felt that it was very kind and kind, and even a little handsome. After all, who can be so thirsty and hungry when they are thirsty and hungry?
Take out a big bucket of clean water and rice, and you will become handsome.
Unfortunately, there is no pot, so cooking the rice becomes another challenge.
Ange didn't find it difficult. He poured water into the bucket until the water was about one palm high, and then activated the fire element. Soon, the water in the bucket began to boil.
Nigris came over and said, "Be careful, don't set the barrel on fire."
After taking out the three Brandos, Ange also 'summoned' the others.
Everyone thought it was a summons, including Brando. They didn't think it was Ange's hand penetrating the space and pulling them out from another dimension. The difficulty of the two was completely different.
Seeing this pile of complicated ingredients, including dragons, horses, people, cats and saints, Brando was no longer surprised. He didn't even want to ask. If any villagers had doubts, he would immediately go over and warn them, so
No one is surprised by this combination.
Of course Ange would not light the bucket on fire. He controlled all the fire elements inside the bucket. There was only water and rice. After the fire element was activated, the heat quickly transferred to the water. As long as the water did not burn dry, the wooden bucket would
It won't burn.
The heat makes the water boil and heats the rice in it. Soon, the rice in the bucket turns into porridge, with a sizzling aroma.
Everyone couldn't help but gathered around, looking eagerly at the porridge in the bucket and swallowing their saliva.
"It's so thick that it won't sink to the bottom even if you put a spoon on it. It's too thick. I've never eaten such thick porridge during the Holy Light Festival. Can it be eaten?"
"Yes, yes, how can you eat such thick porridge? This is porridge that can only be eaten by the noble men in Shengbi City. It's up to me to cook it, but I can't bear to put so much rice."
Some women's eyes flashed and they whispered there. In this barren plane, many people have never seen pure grain steamed food in their lives. Whether it is porridge, rice or bread, they all add a lot of food that can be eaten in the stomach.
thing.
For example, wild vegetables, bark, moss, mushrooms, and even white mud can turn the food that can be eaten for one meal into two or three meals. No one cares about the taste, as long as it can fill the stomach.
If it is not mixed together, after the food is eaten, other things cannot be eaten at all.
The porridge Ange cooked was something they wouldn't even be willing to cook on the grandest festival.
The only thing you can eat is during the Holy Light Festival, in the Cathedral of the Holy Wall City, the monks, priests and saints will hand out holy wafers for free. It is the most delicious food that most people can eat in their lives.
If Ange can share this bucket of porridge with them, then the best food in these people's minds may have to be replaced by this bucket of porridge.
However, as the porridge began to boil, Ange did not stop and continued to cook. A large amount of water vapor was lost, and the porridge in the bucket became less and less.
In this situation, many people couldn't help but wonder: "Still boiling it? If you boil it again, it will become dry?"
"Uh, Lord Holy Skull, are you trying to cook the legendary rice?"
"Rice? The legendary kind of rice that won't topple even when you put a spoon in it. It's made entirely of grains and can keep you from being hungry for days after just a few mouthfuls?"
The topic of rice was brought up instantly. Everyone endured their hunger and happily chatted about the legend about "rice" that had been exaggerated many times.
Their words reached Nigris's ears, and he felt both funny and pitiful at the same time. Even the daily food in the main plane can be deified. It is easy to imagine the ordinary life of these low-level residents in the sunken land.
He couldn't help but think of the big-necked children in the slums, and Nigris said: "Add some salt, otherwise it won't taste good. You also have little fat lamb marinated meat, and cut a few slices of marinated meat."
At this time, even Brando couldn't bear it anymore. He came over and asked softly: "Sir, what did you just say was salt?"
"Yes, salt, what's wrong?" Nigris asked in confusion.
Zhuilong Lake is a saltwater lake. There are natural salt precipitation areas in many places around the lake. If you need salt, you can dig it there. Ange dug a few bags and put them in the space.
In fact, in the slums, Negris wanted to give the salt to the little girl, but he was afraid that she would be robbed, so he did not take it out.
Brando was moved and said: "It's so precious. The salt we have here is almost worth more than gold."
Soon, the rice was cooked, and the rice with just the right amount of salt and cured meat was so fragrant that many people were so greedy that their mouths watered.
There was no bowl, so Ange kneaded rice balls and gnawed them one at a time. Many people shed tears of happiness, and Ange also harvested a large amount of pure soul flame.
With this bucket of rice, these humans' favorability towards Ange skyrocketed, and they began to call Ange Lord Holy Skull.
After everyone had eaten and drank enough, Brando and others began to escort the villagers down the mountain, and Serena warmly invited these people to settle in Qiaotou Town.
In the Sunken Land, villages with too few people cannot survive. After the eternal night, the first to disappear will always be the villages with few humans.
Not long after leaving the cave, I saw Big Bone walking by in boredom, looking eagerly in the direction of the cave.
Nigris flew over and asked curiously: "Why haven't you left yet?"
"Is it you?" Da Gu recognized it at a glance. This was the consciousness that had previously attached to An Ge.
"It's easier, what about you? Why are you afraid of humans?" Nigris asked in confusion.
Dagu said frustratedly: "It's too brittle, it will fall off, and I can't put it back up."
Nigris was shocked: "Are you saying that human arms and heads can't be put back on after they've fallen off, so you're afraid of damaging them?"
Big Bone nodded.
"You are really a kind skeleton. Then go farther away. It's best not to follow us." Nigris tried to persuade it to leave.
"No, you are cruel to me." Big Bone bit this point to death.
But when he saw the humans coming, Big Bone ran away again.
This was regarded as provoking a provocateur, so Dagu followed him from a distance, never getting close to humans, but he also refused to leave.
Nigris had no choice but to hope that this stupid skeleton would get bored and leave on its own.
Unfortunately, this hope did not come true. When I turned my head, the little zombie and the little angel disappeared. When I turned back, the two little ones ran up to the big bone and snarled at it without knowing what they were saying.
Nigris's whole heart was in suspense. Forget about the little zombie, the little angel was now a real angel. He also had the pure power of holy light. He was naturally unable to deal with undead creatures. Don't fight.
Woke up.
He flapped his wings and wanted to rush over, but as soon as Da Gu spread his hands, the little angel jumped hard onto its palm, then jumped onto its shoulders and sat down.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch? You don't understand. My name is Dagu. What's your name?"
To be continued...