Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 836

Liu Qinghuan roughly drew a line on the map, and classified all the land within the line as his own. Thinking that he hadn't been out much since he came here, he took Chuyi and Fubao to inspect himself of hills.

Above the sky, layers of turbid fog still cover the sky and block out the sun, pressing down thickly, giving people a very strong sense of depression.

After leaving the gray stone ground, scattered weeds and trees began to appear on the ground, all of which stretched their branches in a twisted posture, as if crying out in pain.

Fu Bao followed him, pointed to the front left and said, "I have come out and turned around before, and there is a river in front of me, and it is the largest river in this land."

The so-called big river looks to be tens of feet wide, but the water volume is very shabby, and the deepest part is only two people deep.

Liu Qinghuan picked up the water and touched her lower lip, and couldn't help sighing.

Fu Bao said: "After a while, the rainy season in this world will come. It will rain for several months in a row, directly transitioning from drought to flood, and the river will also skyrocket."

One person and two pets walked along the river. There were many small clans living on both sides of the river. When they saw them, they all ran away from them, and then they thought they were hiding and peeping in the dark.

Liu Qinghuan pretended not to notice, and remained silent all the way, her face slightly gloomy.

Fu Bao winked at Chuyi, and whispered, "Hey, just wait and see, the master's compassion is about to be offended again."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he shouted in dissatisfaction: "You are so yin and yang, don't speak ill of the master!"

Then he turned his head angrily, refusing to talk to him again.

Fu Bao laughed strangely, caught up with Liu Qinghuan, and began to tell him all the information about the Xiaozu that he knew.

There are more than a dozen ethnic groups living in the territory that Liu Qinghuan randomly plotted. In addition to the Huishi clan who are less than three feet tall, there are also the black-skinned Heigu clan and the three-eyed three-eyed clan. Get sweet and delicious sweet aquarium and so on.

"The talent of the Heigu people is to raise animals. They raise many small animals named Heigu, and then exchange them with other tribes for food."

"Three-eyed people are said to be looking for mines. Master, don't look at this turbid abyss where vegetation is hard to grow, but there are a lot of mines." Fu Bao said with a smile: "Three-eyed people live in a mine in the south, where a kind of mine is produced. Miscellaneous mines of green stone."

"Oh?" Liu Qinghuan said with interest: "Then go and have a look later."

However, these ethnic groups vary in size from a few dozen to a few hundred.

The largest group is called the Changren, with a population of several thousand people, divided into several villages along the banks of the river.

Their appearance is very similar to normal people, but they cannot open their mouths.Because as long as they opened their mouths, the mouths would grin directly to the ears, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, which would definitely stop the children from crying.

However, compared to the general small clan, the people of this clan obviously lived better, the animal skins they wore were neater, and they lived in stone houses instead of caves.

And the first person who dared to come up and talk to Liu Qinghuan was the elder clan. A few people came up to worship and chattered a lot.

Liu Qinghuan has often been in contact with the Huishi people these days, and he can already understand the local dialect, so he smiled kindly and asked, "You are the leader of the elder clan, Ying? What is the talent of your clan?"

"Ah, Master Lingshi knows me..." Ying grinned her mouth wide in flattery, showing her ferocious teeth: "We, we are good at growing vegetables, and the vegetables we grow are delicious and grow big."

Without anyone noticing, Liu Qinghuan's consciousness had already circled around everyone.

What is surprising is that these people are all strength masters, but their strength varies, but the leader named Ying has reached the realm of high-level strength masters, which is roughly equivalent to the alchemy stage of Renxiu.

"Oh, grow vegetables."

His eyes fell on the river beach not far away. Along the river beach, a large field was opened up. Apart from a few fields of stone wood that were obviously newly planted, there were many other crops. The growth was indeed good, at least better than that of the gray stone race. The dying ones are much stronger.

"Did you plant the fields over there? Tell me about the crops."

Ying heard the words with a bitter face, and replied anxiously: "Master Huiling, this year's Zhenmi has been handed over to Lord Yu in full, and the others are just some useless common crops for the tribe to fill up at ordinary times. abdomen……"

That tone seemed to be afraid that Liu Qinghuan would have to collect the land rent again, and she was extremely worried.

Liu Qinghuan shook her head and said nothing.

Fu Bao said loudly: "I tell you, from the big fish mouth to the gray stone field, this large area will belong to my master, Immortal Master Qinglin from now on, what withering eagle, if you see him in the future, come and tell me , I'll beat him away!"

Ying opened her mouth wide: "Ah, ah... Immortal Master?"

Fu Bao said again: "Yes! Do you remember?"

Ying nodded, "Remember, Immortal Master! Qing, Qinglin, Master Immortal Master!"

"Put away your little thoughts, no one will snatch those worthless things in your field!"

Fu Bao reprimanded unhappily: "As for how to pay the land rent in the future, you will let you know when you come to Huishi Land in five days. Well, you should go and inform the patriarchs of other small clans by the way, and let them all come. Come at your own peril!"

A few words made the scene quiet, and the Yinghe Changren tribe, as well as all the people who followed quietly behind, were stunned, and the uneasy mood began to spread.

Liu Qinghuan glared at Fu Bao, and silently performed a calming formula, and said in a gentle voice that contained consolation:
"You don't need to be afraid. All your offerings will be lower than before, and at most will not exceed half of your harvest. In addition, the deity is going to give you some seeds, which may improve your situation."

As soon as the voice fell, the scene became even quieter, followed by various yells, as if they were too surprised to speak.

Ying was the first to calm down, and asked anxiously: "Is what your lord said true? Is it true that you only charge half the rent?"

Liu Qinghuan smiled and said, "Of course it's true."

Everyone's eyes on him changed. Although they were still full of doubt and disbelief, it didn't prevent most low-spirited aliens from showing eager expressions.

Some people even saw his kind attitude and boldly stepped forward to ask.

"Does our sweet water family only charge half?"

"What about the three-eyed tribe?"

"Is it the same for the Black Goo?"

After getting an affirmative answer, the cheers suddenly broke through the sky!

And making such a decision was made by Liu Qinghuan before going out, and she didn't plan to say it so soon, but Fu Bao's previous words were too strong, if she didn't explain it, it would easily cause panic.

From the current point of view, it seems that he can only leave Zhuoyuan if he has cultivated to the Yin Deficiency Realm, so he will have to live here for at least three or four hundred years.Now that this piece of land has been assigned to him, he needs to make a decision on how to proceed.

Of course, with his cultivation base and his small hole in his body, he can completely ignore these small clans and let them fend for themselves.Or act according to the rules of this place in the past. Anyway, these people are used to being bullied and don't know how to resist.

However, although he is not a very good person, and his hands are covered with blood, but he came from a famous family and righteous way, and he cultivated a pure and clear heart, and he has his own steelyard to measure good and evil.

It is impossible to help the common people, benevolent and benevolent, nor can it be completely cruel and cold-blooded, oppress the weak, and turn a deaf ear to the suffering that is right in front of it.

Therefore, let these local ethnic groups, which already have difficulty in surviving, live a better life.As for the entire Zhuoyuan, his ability is limited, but he can't control it.

"Immortal Master Qinglin!"

Someone yelled loudly, and everyone fell to their knees on the ground, shouting his name and praying non-stop.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but feel a little sad. This is not considered a generous treatment at all. What is common and common in other interfaces seems to have become a great deed in Zhuoyuan.

It's just because the people here are oppressed by the harsh environment, they are really inhuman, and they are not much different from beasts.

However, although they are ugly or have weird looks, they do think, cry and cry when they are in pain, and they have their own ethnic group's language, so how can they not be regarded as human beings!
Liu Qinghuan raised his hand and said, "Okay, for the specific rules, let the leaders of each of your clans go to Huishi Field to discuss them in detail in five days. Get up now."

This sentence reminded many people whose leader was not here, and they quickly got up and ran away.

Fu Bao muttered, "A savage is a savage, without even a little etiquette."

"Shut up, I'll settle the score with you when I go back." Liu Qinghuan yelled, then turned her head with a gentle smile, and asked Ying, who was grinning to the back of her ears: "Now, can you introduce me to your place?" Is there something planted in it?"

Ying smiled and led him to the field.

"This field is planted with sugarthorn, and their roots are long and sweet, and they are very juicy."

"This is stone millet. The fruit it bears is harder than a rock. It can't be smashed with a knife, but our strength masters can easily squeeze it apart..."

"Shami, the food our people usually eat, although it can't build strength, it can fill our stomachs..."

"Prickly fruit..."

"Hui Huicai..."

Walking out of the village of the Elder Clan, Liu Qinghuan still felt that his previous views were a bit biased. There are still many types of food here, although most of them do not contain spiritual energy.

Along the way, ordinary people accounted for the majority of these small clans, and only a small number of people were cultivating. For a big clan like the Elder Clan, there were only dozens of power masters of uneven strength.

As for spiritual masters, there are none.

Liu Qinghuan said thoughtfully: "From this point of view, it seems that most of the Greystone tribe are strength masters, which is a bit special."

Fu Bao didn't take it seriously: "The Huishi people have the talent of stone wood. Although they are small, they are not small in strength."

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help laughing: "That's..."

He turned his head inadvertently, and suddenly saw a fair and beautiful little girl standing under a tree not far ahead!
(End of this chapter)