Suddenly, someone shouted outside, which seemed to be the voice of the leader of the Mao tribe.
Gongliang had no time to deal with Migu and his angry matter, so he walked out quickly.
The chief of the Mao tribe stood outside with his clan members. The Mao tribe members were still carrying large and small bags and didn't know what they were doing.
"Chief Ada, what are you doing?" Gongliang asked curiously.
"It's time to go back after being out for so long." The hairy tribe leader waved to him and said, "Come, come and walk with me."
Gongliang had no reluctance, so he walked out of the wooden house and asked: "Why did the patriarch leave so quickly and not stay for a few more days?"
"No, there are still a large group of people in the tribe, I won't worry if they are not here."
The two of them walked forward while talking. When they reached the wooden bridge and looked back to see no one, the leader of the Maoren tribe whispered: "You have to stay in the Qingsang tribe for a few more days, and don't leave in a hurry. Then
The Green Mulberry Ancestral God is an ancient relic, and its longevity is unparalleled in the world. Each mulberry fruit it bears contains a large amount of life essence. If you can get one, it can lay a supreme foundation for you in the future.
To lay the foundation, although it is not as good as that of the upper-class tribal elites who eat various spiritual things every day to maintain their health, and use precious medicinal decoctions day and night to wash their marrow and cut their bones, it is not much worse. Don't waste this opportunity."
When Gongliang heard what Mao Renbu said, he looked strange. Could it be that he was talking about the mulberry that Mi Gu brought in the morning?
But I didn’t feel any difference after eating it!
After the Maoren tribe leader finished speaking, he remembered something again and said quickly: "On weekdays, you can observe the girls of the Qingmulberry tribe by the stream. If there is anything that suits your heart, you might as well go and ask for it from Lady Silkworm. You know
The girls from the Qingmulang tribe not only raise silkworms and weave cloth, but also grow mulberry and make wine. If you marry them, you will have a worry-free life. After you leave here, you will never find such gentle and lovely girls in the wilderness.
You have to think carefully. Don't be like those people in your Dayan tribe who marry girls from the Nvque tribe and are trained to be like gentle little beasts. They dare not go west when told to go east, and they will be laughed at for nothing.
"
Gongliang didn't know what to say about this hairy tribe leader. He was so young, so why was he so anxious?
After all, he is an old man and talks long and hard.
The leader of the Mao tribe continued to nag for a while, telling him to be careful on the way to the temple, and then left with his tribe.
Gongliang didn't feel impatient either. He could understand the old man's love and care for his younger generation. He was only grateful in his heart that he, a passer-by, could still care so much.
"Why."
Gong Liang watched the leader of the Maoren tribe and others disappear into the forest. He suddenly heard someone shouting. He turned his head and saw the pretty Canfu standing on the bridge.
"Miss Canfu." Gongliang greeted.
"My mother asked you to go to dinner." Canfu said.
"Have a meal?"
Gong Liang was surprised and said that this was the first time he heard someone asking him to have breakfast after being in Dahuang for so long.
"Well, let's go!" Canfu jumped forward and walked forward.
Gongliang went back to the house first to take Migu, Yuangun and Xiaoji. Migu was still angry with him, pouting and didn't want to pay attention to him. But the childish anger came and went quickly, so he held her and shook her from side to side, accompanying her.
She played for a while, and the little guy started laughing again.
Canfu brought Gongliang into the house, but it was not a lobby for receiving guests, but a side hall for eating.
The chief of the Qingmulg Tribe, Lady Can, was already waiting there.
Seeing him coming with Mi Gu in his arms, he took out a set of clothes from the side and said, "I took the time to make a set of clothes last night. Let her try it on and see if it fits."
Gongliang directly took off Mi Gu's loose clothes, and the little guy hugged his naked body and laughed. Yuan Gungun and Xiao Ji also looked at it with curious faces.
Madame Canfu thought he was rough, so she drove him aside and went to put clothes on Migu herself. Canfu also helped. Gongliang was free.
The clothes were made of silk. They were soft and comfortable, and they looked very good. When Mi Gu put them on, she felt they were much prettier than the clothes made by Baba. She immediately flew to Lady Silkworm's side and hugged her.
Neck, he pressed his face lovingly against hers to flatter her, and his tail kept wagging like a pug, making Lady Silkworm and Canfu laugh.
When the chicken saw that Migu could fly, a sharp flash of light flashed in its eyes.
After the little guy finished flattering Lady Silkworm, he flew back to Gong Liang, chattering.
Huh!
Suddenly, Gongliang was surprised to find that he actually knew what she was talking about? What happened? He couldn't understand it in the morning, so why could he understand it now?
He thought about it and thought about being bitten by her in the morning. Could it be that through her biting, he had formed a special relationship with her, just like the flame pattern he had engraved on Yuan Gun's body, forming a psychic seal.
Contract or blood contract? How come there are so many little things? Aren’t they stupid and don’t understand anything?
Can Mi Gu say that she actually doesn’t know either?
At that time, she was anxious and Gongliang couldn't understand what he said, so a voice appeared in her heart, or an instinctive reaction came from her blood. She felt that if she bit her, Daddy would hear what she was saying, so she bit her at that time.
, I didn’t think too much. Who would have thought that I would be spanked so hard by Gongliang.
The breakfast arranged by Lady Silkworm is meat porridge with fresh mulberry leaves. Although it is light, it is very delicious.
Gong Liang didn't expect to be able to eat rice among the primitive tribes in the wilderness, and he was filled with emotion.
Canfu saw him looking at the rice and thought he was wondering what it was, so he explained: "This is the spiritual rice grown in the spiritual valley that my mother brought back from Dongtu. There are only a few acres in total. It is rare to eat it."
After a meal, you will be considered lucky."
"Why don't you have more of such delicious food?" Gong Liang asked curiously.
"That's a spiritual valley. Without spiritual soil, it won't grow. Without spiritual springs, it won't grow. It's very difficult to grow."
"So troublesome?" Gongliang thought of the three-color rice he planted, and said to Lady Can: "Chief, I have a kind of three-color rice brought from the tribe. It's not as troublesome as Linggu. You only need to use wild beasts to plant it."
As fertilizer, just water it with animal blood. The clan leader might as well give it a try."
Gongliang pretended to take something from the treasure bag, but in fact he took out a large bucket of three-color rice from the fruit space, and gave some pounded rice to Lady Silkworm to let her taste it.
Planting three-color rice is actually a bit troublesome, especially when it matures and it will be attacked by various animals, so Gongliang specifically mentioned some things to pay attention to to avoid trouble.
After dinner, Lady Can kept Migu behind and said she would make some more clothes for her. When Gongliang saw that Migu agreed, he left her behind. Yuangunwan also wanted to stay and join in the fun.
The little chicken left Madam Can's house with Gong Liang, but went outside to play by herself.
Gongliang was new to the Qingmulg Division and felt that the scenery and customs here were very unique. He wanted to walk around, but was called over by the silkworm chasing him.
Canfu took him to a small wooden house at the back. The house was simple, very clean, and had the youthful atmosphere of a girl. It was obviously a place for girls to live.
As soon as he entered the door, there was a big white thing rushing towards the silkworm bird with a cry of "chichichi".
Gongliang took a look and saw that it was a fat insect. He swore that he had never seen such a dog-like insect.
Canfu picked it up and said: "This is the silkworm I raised. When it gets bigger, it can spin silk. Our Qingmulang tribe makes a living by raising silkworms and weaving. My mother said,
The light yarns and colorful satins we weave are the best in the entire wilderness, and many people in the East like the things of our tribe. My mother said that if I could use silkworm silk to make a colorful brocade dress
, take me to the temple to participate in the festival next year. Are you going to the temple too?"
"Um."
The girl's eyes were full of agility and enthusiasm, making Gong Liang a little afraid to look at her.
Silkworm had a big head and big black eyes. While Canfu was talking, he turned around and looked at Gongliang secretly, as if he knew what she was talking about.
After watching Silkworm, Canfu took Gongliang out again, and Silkworm also wanted to follow.
"What are you doing out there?"
The silkworm chirped, and the silkworm seemed to understand what it was saying, so she went back to the house and took out an empty basket, put it in it and carried it with her. Gongliang was a gentleman and offered to help, but she refused. Xiao
Not far from the wooden house is a large mulberry forest. In the forest, people are hoeing and picking mulberry leaves and mulberry fruits.
Canfu greeted them as they passed by.
When she came to a tall and strong tree with a large canopy and many green leaves, she took the silkworms out of the basket, and the silkworms quickly climbed up and ate the mulberry leaves.
There were some large black and purple mulberry fruits on the tree, and Canfu went up to pick a few. Gongliang ate some of them and found that although they tasted sweet, they were not as delicious as the ones in the morning.