Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan slept perfectly, his saliva flowed out, and his ears had their own filtering function. If he heard voices he didn't want to hear, he assumed not to hear them, but as soon as he settled out, Shao Xuan woke up.

People who have lived here in the past are either too cautious, they don't even know where to put their hands, or some greedy generations. Everywhere they look, they can't help but salvage everything they see in their hands. There are too few people like Shao Xuan who wait to sleep on their own.

I figured out the questions I hadn't understood for many years. I saw Shao Xuan like this. I was in a rare mood. I asked him with a smile: “What did you dream of? ”

“I'm cooking porridge and you're here.” Shao Xuan rubbed the saliva on his mouth. I'm not embarrassed. It's really quiet and peaceful here, and there are some hints of plants around that make people feel relaxed. When I first dreamed of cooking a pot of porridge, it was filled with white rice.

Huh?

That's not true.

Shao Xuan stretched his lazy waist for a meal, white porridge? White rice?

Think about it, every grain of rice is still round in that pot of porridge that you dreamed of. Although no purple gold grains are grown in the tribe, they are not much smaller.

Sitting down, he poured himself a glass of water. Seeing Shao Xuan standing there, he asked: "What do you have in mind? ”

“I was just remembering that pot of porridge I had just dreamed of.” Shao Xuan said.

Living happily, I didn't think it was serious. I just thought Shao Xuan had lost his mouth. Indeed, in such a place full of food, it is not surprising to dream of these.

And I didn't really think about it, and Jiuju said, "Because of what you just said, I thought about a problem that haunted me a long time ago. Thousands of grains of gold have been mentioned in the records of our ancestors, and I know how to grow them, too, from the hands of our ancestors. ”

In order to get back to this, he almost carefully doubled the records left by his ancestors, and really let him go over a lot of things. It was just that it was not called a thousand grains of gold, but a name with too broad a meaning, and it took a lot of work to get over to more about the cultivation of a thousand grains of gold, and then improved it and replaced some of the outdated ingredients in the formula, and finally finalized the fertilizer formula.

However, the "Golden Five Colours" was mentioned in the ancestor's handbook. Unfortunately, for some reasons, the handbook was not complete. He could not see the full version. He could not understand the Golden Five Colors. Until Shao Xuan mentioned it, he did not think of the words in the ancestor's handbook.

“The ‘gold’ of a thousand grains of gold does not refer to a color.” Zhiju explained to Shao Xuan, saying what he had just figured out, "The five colors of gold, the choice of land, the choice of people, so different places, different people, different methods, will also be different, as you planted in the flaming horns are purple, and what we planted in the estate will not necessarily be the same color as you, even the grain color. ”

“Different places, different people? If that's the reason, then there's always a difference between the different colors?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Nice.” The beard got stuck, and suddenly something was wrong with the mustache's hand, and it seemed a little less, a little pause, and he said, "Five colors of gold, a thousand grains of gold, it's going to be different, and I'm guessing that the next generation of gold planted in your tribe is going to be bigger than the ones we found in the mountains, and that's how they're going to change. As long as it's planted with you, by your tribe's ethnicity, and in the same way, what comes out in the end is increasingly adapting to your tribe.

But if one day your tribe moves away and leaves the thousand pieces of gold there, for thousands of years, they will survive in small quantities, but they will go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on until they become these. ”The houses stretched out their hands and held a few bean-sized, dark golden, glossy grains in their hands, the ones they had originally harvested.

“Thanks for letting me know!” Shao Xuan solemnly said.

“Treat your tribe's Purple Gold Valley well, even if you don't know how useful it is now, one day it will prove its worth. Everything in the heavens and the earth is mutually reinforcing, and there is always a reason for any change. Though a thousand grains of gold come in five colors, purple like that is probably what your tribe needs the most! Likewise, in my land, it will be the one I need most.” Living in emotion.

It's impossible to say that he doesn't envy Shao Xuan, but now he's calmed down a lot. Perhaps what he needs most is not the Flaming Horn kind of people, but these things that are slowly growing in the ground.

As for Shao Xuan's flaming horn tribe, they can plant thousands of grains of gold and make thousands of grains of gold change like this, and certainly not just a bunch of rude and fierce people, as rumored. He also refreshed his mind about the Horn Man.

Jiuju was about to take Shao Xuan's purple thousand grains of gold and found that there were only one left on the table!

Remember to bring three capsules, one shelled, the other two intact, and now there's only one uncut grain left on the table, and two more?!

Shao Xuan looked over and raised his finger to the outside of the palace door.

The bullhead blocked in front of the palace instantly shrunk out.

Since I fed the cow, I didn't say much about living in the house. I just hummed and thought about that piece of gold in the ground. I couldn't help but laugh, "Shao Xuan, you said," What color will those in my land end? ”

“White.” Shao Xuan spoke out and reacted only after he had said it, bringing in the pot of porridge that he had just dreamed of.

"How can you be so sure?" ”

“Guess.” Shao Xuan Ganba tunnel.

Living means looking deeply at Shao Xuan, not saying whether you believe it or not, fingers on the table tapped, Shaoha, said: “So, those in my land are about to reach the second ‘robbery', how long will you stay in the royal city? Why don't you stay a while longer and see how they survive the 'robbery'? ”

Shao Xuan counted the time and nodded, “I have to talk to another elder.” Speaking and laughing, “would you let me watch? Aren't you afraid I'll learn all the secrets? ”

"Don't be afraid!” The most critical part of this process is the fertilizer, which he personally formulated to get out of here. How can anyone know?

After Shao Xuan returned to Green Manor Palace, the residence also entertained them. After eating, Shao Xuan left the estate with Guangxian and “Black Bear”. However, he left through the other side door. There were too many people blocked in front of the door. He would be in a lot of trouble to get out of there, and he would be entwined. Don't ever go back.

“If there are too many people at the gate in the future, enter through this side door, which is the nearest door to the temple of Qiju.” Jiuju said.

The guard guarding that side door was also instructed, remembering Shao Xuan's appearance, the next time will lead directly to the Qiju Palace.

The house also arranged a cow truck, pulled ten large bags of grain, and took the three Shao Xuan people away.

Shao Xuan walked very smoothly because the estate was too big and there were too many side doors, and there was no one outside this side door.

“Black Bear” was too happy to sit down. Ten bags of grain were given to Shao Xuan, but ten bags can always give him one or two bags? The price is good!

On the way, Shao Xuan and Guangyi negotiated. If Guangyi did not want to stay in Wang Cheng for a long time, he would go back in a few days. At that time, the Black Bear merchants would go from Wang Cheng to Amba City and take some grains back with them.

However, Shao Xuan refused in a broad sense. He was not relieved that he was alone here. Dokang also said that his task was to protect Shao Xuan and not let the elders of the tribe be bullied in Wang Cheng.

Knowing that Shao Xuan and Guangyi were going to stay in Wang Cheng for a while, “Black Bear” took the initiative to arrange for Shao Xuan and Guangyi to live in the base of their business team. Shao Xuan did not want to let go of this line. He didn't say next time he wouldn't let the merchant in today.

Returning to Wang Cheng and entering the merchant team site, “Black Bear” will allow people to rearrange a courtyard to live exclusively in Shao Xuan and Guangxian, which will also make it convenient for Shao Xuan to place their things.

“Shao Xuan, when are you going to go to the Golden Valley Estate next time?” “Black Bear” asked.

“The day after tomorrow, I want to see it in town and buy something.” Shao Xuando. “Black Bear" arranged the yard, but he wasn't good either. He gave everything, and some had to make his own arrangements.

“Fine, let Mao Da go shopping with you tomorrow." After all, as the boss of a merchant team, the leader of a tribe, the black bear still has a lot of things at hand. He's been out all day today, leaving a lot of things unaddressed. I don't feel comfortable giving one or two of them to others, and he has to take care of them. The day after tomorrow, Shao Xuan will go to live there again, so he has to arrange things before going with him to the Golden Valley Estate.

That's it! If you go to the estate the day after tomorrow, what are you going to do? Black Bear wants to.

Mao Da took Shao Xuan and the two of them to the newly arranged yard: “What are we going out to buy tomorrow? I'm familiar with the Imperial City and know where the best things are.” He has heard about today from the Black Bear. He looks at Shao Xuan like he is looking at the gold leaves of the Imperial City. He will definitely not give up this kind of good feeling. Maybe next time he can follow him to the Golden Valley Estate? Hey, think about it!

“But if I had time, I'd like to visit a friend, but I don't know where they live.” Shao Xuan said.

I was wondering what gift Black Bear would give me the day after tomorrow.

“What's your friend's name? I let someone ask.” Mauda Dao.

“Konga family, do you know where to live? ”

“Yes! Yes! Tomorrow...”

“Wait! ”

Muta's words were interrupted by the Black Bear before she finished.

“Black Bear” took two major steps in front of Shao Xuan, because he was too excited and the blood surged, a black face full of beards, black, red and red.

“I suddenly thought it would be better if I took you out, and I knew a few Konga people.” “Black Bear," he said.

Mauda: "…” I'm supposed to lead the way tomorrow! I got it!