When entering the house, the old man called the man to give some instructions, and then led Gong Liang and the others inside.
Regardless of the tribe, the witch's house is always the most mysterious place.
The elderly are no exception.
As soon as he entered the door, Gong Liang saw a tall statue of a god holding a sheaf of grain in the middle of the hall. In front of it was a burning fire pit. There were bookshelves, couches, sitting tables, and a lot of messy things beside it.
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The old man asked Gongliang and the others to take a seat, then he walked to the animal skin in front of the fire pit and sat down.
Next to it, there are several animal skin cushions for entertaining guests.
Gongliang walked over, and Mi Gu, Yuan Gun Gun and Xiao Chi surrounded him.
Not long after he sat down, he saw a man walking in carrying a clay pot, squatting next to the old man, taking out a clay bowl and filling him with a bowl of something. Then, he walked over to Gong Liang and filled a bowl with him. The clay bowl was not delicate.
, but there are complex spiral patterns around the outside of the bowl, giving off a taste of ancient times.
Looking into the bowl, there was sticky food inside.
Gongliang didn't know what it was. Each grain was as round as millet, but one circle larger. It was as white as jade and crystal clear, looking like a bowl of broken jade.
"This is the jade millet we saw just now. It is a specialty of our Yingmin Department. It can nourish the five internal organs and is a rare thing. Come and have a taste."
"please."
Gong Liang picked up the corn porridge and drank it. It was sweet in the mouth, and when it fell into his stomach, it immediately turned into a stream of air to moisten the internal organs. It was indeed a rare good thing.
Yuan Gungun smelled the fragrance of corn porridge and felt hungry. He couldn't help but poked his head over and shouted, "Gongliang, I want to eat too."
Gongliang stretched out his hand and pushed back its protruding head, and said angrily: "Eat, eat, eat. You know how to eat all day long. If you continue to eat when you are so fat, sooner or later you will be strangled to death."
"I just want to eat." Yuan Gungun yelled.
Although the old man didn't know what Yuan Gun Gun was calling, he heard Gong Liang's instructions and said, "Gong Liang, give them all a bowl."
"I made you laugh." This incident made Gongliang feel a little embarrassed.
The old man waved his hand and said: "What's this? In the wilderness, there are many spiritual beasts sitting side by side with their masters, and some are even more popular than their own masters. However, spiritual beasts like you are rare. I don't know what species it is.
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"This thing is indeed rare. I have traveled to countless places from my ancestral homeland, but I have never seen anything like it. I call it a panda, and I guess it is a cross between a bear and a civet."
Gongliang made random nonsense, and Yuan Guanwan didn't care. Now his mind was entirely on the jade millet porridge that Millet Li served him.
"Ha ha ha ha"
The old man laughed loudly. After he finished laughing, he solemnly warned: "Don't say such things again in the future. In the wilderness, there are some very ancient species that you and I can't imagine. You said that.
, if you accidentally listen to them, it will be a recipe for disaster."
"Thank you for your teaching, old man." Gongliang thanked him respectfully.
The old man looked at Gongliang and was very satisfied.
Although he is a descendant of the upper class, he does not have the arrogance of the upper class. Instead, he is very humble. He is worthy of being a person from his ancestral land.
Thinking about it, if you can come out of that devoid of spiritual energy, you won't have the irritability of ordinary elites.
Gongliang liked the taste of corn porridge very much and felt that he should plant some corn porridge in space, so he asked the old man: "Old man, can I ask you for some corn seeds? I want to plant them myself, but I don't know if it is convenient."
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When the old man heard Gong Liang's words, he didn't know what was going on and suddenly burst into laughter.
"The jade millet of our Yingmin tribe is famous far and wide in the wilderness. Every year when the jade millet matures, I don't know how many people come to exchange for things. Among them are the elders of your Da Yan tribe. Although the Da Yan tribe is not far from my Yingmin tribe,
But it's not close. I go back and forth every year. After a long time, the elder of your Dayan tribe lost his patience, so he asked me for some corn seeds to plant back. But taking care of corn millet is a delicate job, and your tribal elders
Brave and strong, he may be invincible in hunting wild beasts, but he cannot take care of corns.
As a result, he had already trampled most of the corn to death before it had even grown.
Later, he thought of another way, that is, after clearing the field, he directly planted corn seeds. This time, all the corn survived, but the corn grown was not enough for him to eat alone.
In view of this, he has completely given up the idea of growing corns and brings things to me every year in exchange. After hearing this, young man, do you still want to grow corns?"
"Old man, I still want to try."
Gongliang boasts that he has done farm work. When he was a child, he planted rice seedlings, harvested rice, and dried millet. He had never done anything. How could he not even grow anything? Isn't this a joke?
Seeing that Gongliang liked it, the old man gave him a hundred bags of corn seeds, a thousand bags of shelled corn, and corn nectar made from corn. Gongliang was a little flattered. He and the old man met by chance. How could it be that it was nothing?
He accepted so many things and quickly declined. But the old man said that this was for him to eat on the way, and it was just a token of his gratitude.
After several refusals, the kindness was hard to refuse, so Gongliang had no choice but to accept it and gave some Tianxiang fruits, colored shell scales and pickled animal meat as gifts in return.
Although it is not something that can be put on the table, it is always a little bit thoughtful.
The old man took it with a smile.
In the evening, the old man held a big banquet in the tribe, entertained Gongliang and his party, and invited him to live in the tribe.
The moon was sparse, and Gongliang and the others had already fallen into a deep sleep. But on the hill behind where the Yingmin Department was located, there was still a little fire flickering in a stone house.
The old man was sitting in the hall, and the lights on the tables next to him were swaying in the wind. Miao Li knelt in front of him and said solemnly: "Witch, I want to go out for a trip."
The arrival of Gongliang greatly stimulated him. A person can actually come here from a place of death without spiritual energy, through countless jungles. How much perseverance does this require? If it were him, he felt that he would never be able to do it. Let's not start with it.
The wild beasts in the forest, the snakes and insects everywhere, the alien strains that eat people, and the wild tribes walking along the way are all daunting.
But that's it, he came and went to the Ministry of Profiting People.
Once you get here, it's actually no different than going to the temple.
In view of this, and recalling what Wu said in the morning, Mian Li decided to go for a walk and broaden his horizons, otherwise all he would know in the end would be the palm-sized world of the Yingmin Department.
Wu heard his words and nodded, "You should go out and see the vast scenery outside, not just this jungle. Gongliang came from the ancestral land of Yanbu, and he is bound to return to the upper part of Dayan. You can
Let's go with him! If you need anything on the way, try your best to help, but don't appear to be too deliberate. I believe it will pay off in the future."
"Here"
The old man waved his hand, and Miao Li respectfully stepped away.
Looking at his leaving figure, the old man murmured: "The opportunity has been given. How it happens depends on your luck."