The Magus Era Chapter 159: Civilization

The mid-continent world is too vast, flying at the speed of Mr. Crow, and Si Wenming's Magus Law supernatural power to speed up the road. It still took more than a month before Ji Hao really set foot on the huge core of mid-continent world. land. n∈n∈,

Jumping off from the back of Mr. Crow, his body fell heavily on the ground. The ground was thick and oily black soil. Ji Hao wore straw shoes made of fine grass. The greasy black soil drowned the feet of Ji Hao, a strange feeling. Was born.

Ji Hao realizes this feeling quietly.

Standing on this land with both feet, Ji Hao felt as if a seed had fallen into the ground, gently wrapped in the fertile land, and surrounded by a strong, ancient and powerful force. This is a strange land, but Ji Hao feels a taste of 'home' here, a breath of 'origin'.

Man Man dropped the sledgehammer heartlessly. ‘Haha’ laughed and ran around. Many species of flowers and plants on the Midland are different from Southern Wastelands. Man Man catches a fine grass that has never been seen and can happily look at it for a long time.

Si Wenming stood by Ji Hao, looked at him with a smile, and didn't bother his perception.

After a long, long time, Ji Hao slowly opened his eyes. He felt that there seemed to be a mysterious connection between himself and the land. His entire body and soul seem to have become much thicker, and the Natural Power connection between him and heaven and earth has also become closer.

"Uncle, some wonderful changes seem to have happened to me." Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming and said sincerely, "The Midland World is amazing."

"Midland is the center of heaven and earth. The place where this side of heaven and earth was originally developed, our Human Race, originated here." Si Wenming said gently: "Many people born in Midland will never have you like this in their lifetime. Clear perception. You can have such a realization, your talent is far beyond my most optimistic guess, this is good, really good. "

Si Wenming squatted down with a smile. Grab a handful of dark mud and squeeze it into a small mud ball.

"Hao, you can feel the will of the most fundamental source of this heaven and earth. It is really great. You must remember. This land belongs to us." Si Wenming looked at Ji Hao formally: "This land The owner is us, not any other race. Because our bloodline is permanently connected to this land, no one can separate them. "

Ji Hao looks at Si Wenming. Nodded slowly.

He is holding a small animal and pressing it down, trying to open the small animal's mouth, Man Man who wants to see if it is eating grass or meat, turns his head curiously, glances at Ji Hao and Si Wenming .

The atmosphere between the two was extraordinarily sacred and solemn. Man Man blinked his eyes, and paid no attention to the little beast.

"Yeah, your teeth are flat? Brother said that flat teeth are grazing ... At Southern Wastelands, I haven't seen a kid like you, what kind of grass do you like to eat?" The next moment. A lot of weeds that were enough to suffocate this little beast were rammed into its mouth by Man Man.

Si Wenming greeted him with a cry, called Man Man back, and rescued this unlucky little beast. He also did not perform Magus Law, but took the two men towards the middle of the mainland. After walking hundreds of miles, artificially renovated fields appeared around him.

The simultaneously is spread out piece by piece, with green shoots sporadic between the fields. Far and near, there were old men and women with animal skins crouching in the fields, carefully removing weeds next to the buds.

Meet the three of Ji Hao. The people at work stood up and greeted them with a smile.

Si Wenming greeted them with a smile and greeted them with a smile. They were very familiar and said: "Is this a kind of wheat? It doesn't look bad. Open such a large field, Ah Uncle's tribe seems to be thriving! "

Ji Hao There was a flash of golden red in the eyes. He looked around. As Si Wenming said, the fields around him could have a scale of hundreds of thousands of acres. The land here is so fertile and Natural Power is so plentiful that there must be a lot of grain output per acre of land.

In Southern Wastelands, the tribe relies more on hunting for food. But has a large-scale farming tribe appeared in Midland? Hundreds of thousands of acres of land, can this tribe have tens of thousands? It is indeed a thriving big tribe.

Si Wenming was not in a hurry, but squatted in the field and discussed the experience of growing wheat mullet with several old people in an enthusiastic manner. From sowing, fertilizing, weeding, all the way to irrigation, dispersing bird pests, etc., Si Wenming can talk about things in the field. Obviously he is also a good hand in farming.

Ji Hao stands beside Si Wenming with a smile, listening to his communication with the old people.

Although I don't know why Si Wenming stays here, Ji Hao knows that Si Wenming will never do anything meaningless. So, he listened quietly and watched carefully.

Man Man dropped the two sledgehammers, and "hee hee hee haha" ran aside. After a while, she didn't know where to get an old ox, and riding on the old ox's back, she turned around very hard. , Want to grab the old ox's tail and play.

Several old people saw the innocent appearance of Man Man, and they ‘hehe’ laughed, and their eyes were full of kindness.

Perhaps it is Si Wenming's familiarity with the agricultural and mulberry affairs, or Man Man's innocence and goodwill of the old people. Anyway, not long after, a few old people warmly invited the Ji Hao three to rest and rest in their tribe.

Si Wenming smiled and accepted the invitation of the old people. The three followed the old people and walked dozens of miles along the flat road in the field, passed through a small forest, and came to a tribe built beside the river bay.

The entire simultaneously cabins are lined along the river. This tribe with tens of thousands of people has a reasonable plan. The tribe surrounded by low wooden walls is paved with stone slabs. It is neat and clean, at least Much cleaner than those tribes of Southern Wastelands.

A large group of children gather in the tribe, or fists and sticks, or organize various farm implements, or feed large groups of domesticated poultry. What makes Ji Hao's scalp numb is that there are some older children, led by white-haired old men, writing simple and quaint characters on the sand with branches.

Text!

It is not Symbol, which can communicate with ghosts and gods, and has unpredictable magical powers. It is a text that ordinary people can learn.

In Southern Wastelands, the original text was only secretly passed down from generation to generation in Shaman . It can only be used to write the simplest words. But in the mid-continent world, one of the most remote tribes, they have consciously taught the collective to the next generation.

This is civilization!

Ji Hao's body shuddered slightly, her hair was erected one by one. Only then did he realize that he truly left Southern Wastelands and entered a world quite different from Southern Wastelands. (To be continued.)

ps: As I write here, I'm upright for a while! Feeling indescribable! sf0916