Small farmers dominate the deserted island

"This is the Lvjie wise man in our tribe. He can see through people's hearts and answer all your questions." Green Hat said.

"Are you looking for your own memories?" Without opening his eyes, the wise man directly said a word to Chen Yu, which surprised Chen Yu and Tuba.

The expressions that the two had originally despised, quickly changed, and sat on the ground respectfully.

"This gentleman, you are right. We are looking for our own memories. We also ask the old gentleman to point out a clear way out." Chen Yu said solemnly.

"You two sit down first. What I said just now was to him, not to you." The wise man pointed his finger towards the green cap.

Chen Yu: ...

Touba: ...

After the wise man babbled the green hat, he left the ruined house excitedly with a look of benefit, he should have gone to realize his great blueprint.

"You two, shouldn't you belong to our forest?" The wise man said slowly.

The expressions that Chen Yu and Tuba had originally despised, slowly became more solemn.

It is said that the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Is it possible that this old guy really has the ability to predict?

"Old sir, how do you know that we are not in this forest?" Chen Yu asked.

"Of course, your two costumes are different from ours. They are a little more refined than ours. If I'm not mistaken, you should come from a higher civilization tribe or kingdom." said the wise man.

"Well! Yes, we are indeed from a higher civilization, and we are a very big empire." Chen Yu said.

He was referring to the Sea King Empire.

"No, no, no, I am not referring to this civilization, but a higher civilization. Strictly speaking, there should be no difference between the tribe and the empire you are talking about. I am talking about a higher civilization. Have the kind of kingdom that can fly into the sky without relying on the body." The wise man said.

"Old sir, what do you mean?" Chen Yu's face is now dignified and ready for concrete.

"I mean, your thinking, and your thoughts, do not belong to our world." When the wise man said this, his half-squinted eyes slowly opened.

Chen Yu's half-squinted eyes were directly rounded, and he suddenly took the wise man's dry hand.

"Old gentleman, help me, I want to return to my world!"

Chen Yu's voice trembled. He was too eager to go back, not for anything else, just to return to the world he was familiar with.

"No, your mission has not been completed yet." said the wise man.

"Shit, what is my shit?" Chen Yu asked.

"Your mission is not clear to me, but it has a certain relationship with the pattern of this world, so I hope you must take good care of yourself."

After the wise man finished speaking, he looked at Touba again.

"As for you, you also have your own mission, but when your mission is completed, that is, when your life dies." The wise man said to Tuba.

"Me, I also have a mission?" Touba looked disbelief.

"I said that if you have a mission, you have a mission. Don't worry, your identity as a marksman is destined."

Chen Yu looked at Touba up and down, could it be that this guy is also a protagonist?

"Wise man, I want to ask, what is the mission of Touba?"

Snoring, snoring...

However, the wise man has fallen asleep.

The two could only walk out of the house and bask in the forest.

"Brother Touba, I didn't expect you to have a mission! When you dreamed before, did you have any signs?" Chen Yu asked.

Although the houses of this tribe are rough, but the scenery is good, they are a tribal base opened in the middle of a birch forest, surrounded by tall birch forests, and some artificially transplanted thorn bushes are used as defenses. Of course, the periphery of the tribe Some rough stones were piled up to form a tribal wall about three meters high.

In this jungle, the three-meter-high stone wall is already very spectacular.

But their stone walls are still being perfected. Women and old people use bamboo baskets to transport stones weighing hundreds of kilograms from other places and place them on the side of the stone wall.

Some craftsmen and masons polished the stones to make them square and pile them up slowly.

Chen Yu probably tried these stone walls, and if he tried harder, he could easily knock them down.

Because there was nothing stuck between their stones, Chen Yu remembered that in ancient times on the earth, when people built the Great Wall, they would use glutinous rice and some sticky things to connect the stones together.

Obviously, this primitive tribe does not have these knowledge and conditions, so they can only pile them up as high as possible. The stones below are large stones weighing hundreds of kilograms, and the higher they are, the smaller the stones become.

At this time, an old man was polishing the stones into a square, and then some women and half-old children lifted the stones and placed them where they pointed out.

The entire tribe was surrounded by stones into an irregular square.

Chen Yu walked to the old stonemason and asked politely: "Old sir, why don't you connect the stone wall with something? In this case, it is guaranteed to ensure the stability of the city wall."

The old man rolled his eyes and looked at Chen Yu, with an old-fashioned look.

He is the chief stonemason of the tribe, and the polished stone is very close to the square. For twenty years, no one has ever questioned his craftsmanship, but today Chen Yu came out and pointed out that he was wrong and that was wrong. .

"What do you mean?"

"I am the chief stonemason of the department, what is your status?" the old man said.

"Nothing, I just made an opinion. After all, this will be my home in the future. In order not to be attacked by other tribes in the middle of the night, I can show you how to make the city wall more secure."

After Chen Yu said this, he started to turn around and looked at the surrounding terrain.

Outside the city wall, there was a puddle, which should be the place for this tribe to take water. He walked to the side of the puddle and buckled a few times with his hand on the edge, pulling out a few black mud.

"Master Chen, what are you doing?" Touba asked.

Chen Yu did not speak, but continued to dig in other places.

The black mud has no stickiness anymore, and it is obviously impossible to use it to build city walls. As for Nuomi, don't even think about it.

So only yellow mud is the most suitable bonding material.

He walked up to the chief stonemason and asked, "Old gentleman, is there any yellow soil in your place?"

"Yellow dirt? What do you want to do?" the old man asked.