wild trail

Chapter 183 Own Ways
Lin Huo picked up a potato as if he had found a treasure, and looked at it repeatedly in his hand. The potato, which was inconspicuous just now, is now equivalent to a piece of priceless Heshibi in his eyes.

"Lang, those people in the west actually have such good things. Giving them all these things is a waste. Why don't we find an opportunity to attack them and snatch some of these things back." Lin Huo said excitedly.

Wang Lang looked at the overexcited people, and was really speechless. Their appearance well confirmed the saying that people make money and birds die for food. The temptation of profit almost made them forget that there are still many tribes in today's tribe and those in the west. less gap.

Wang Lang snorted coldly and said: "Be sober, what are you fighting for? The new members of the tribe have not been trained. They don't even know how to use bows and arrows. Wouldn't it make them die if they attacked?"

These words were like pouring a basin of cold water, extinguishing the flame of greed in their hearts.

"Oh, what a pity. Although these things are good, there are only three of them, so they are useless at all!" Lin Huo sighed.

"Whoever tells you three is useless." Wang Lang laughed.

The four of them immediately regained their energy when they heard the words, Lin Huo said with a chuckle, "I knew you had a way, tell me how to use this thing."

Wang Lang didn't answer Lin Huo's words, but asked those soldiers: "How did you grow this Ugu in the Raging Fire Tribe before?"

The soldier replied: "It's very easy to grow this thing. It has seeds, which are similar to planting corn. After the seeds are planted, you don't need to worry about them."

Hearing this, Wang Lang was speechless. How could potatoes be planted with seeds? He suddenly felt that what Lin Huo said was true. It was indeed a great waste in their hands.

Although Wang Lang didn't grow up in the countryside before, as the basic common sense of modern people, he knows that root crops such as potatoes and sweet potatoes can be directly used as roots or tubers. A hundred years of experience let him know that it is absolutely reasonable to do so.

Wang Lang knew that those people's planting methods were wrong, but Lin Huo and the others looked very ugly as if they were mourning concubines. There were no seeds, only these few potatoes were useless at all, and they couldn't think of any other way except to eat them. .

Bark said with a mournful face, "Boss, there are no seeds here, what should we do! These three Ugwu can only be eaten."

Wang Lang looked at their desperation and couldn't help laughing: "We don't need seeds, as long as we have these three, we can plant them."

"Boss, this is impossible! The Raging Fire Tribe has always used seeds to grow. How can things grow without seeds?" a soldier said in disbelief.

Lin Huo looked at the soldier with some dissatisfaction, and shouted angrily: "What do you know, the leader said there is a way, so of course there is a way."

Looking at the angry Lin Huo, the soldier felt a little scared, but he still couldn't believe what Wang Lang said, which really went against his previous experience.

Wang Lang waved his hand, making Lin Huo, who was staring at the bull's eye, back down, and said, "You can't blame him, it's understandable that Li Huo doesn't know about this method."

Looking at the soldiers, he said: "There is nothing for you here, you go back, and tell Jianya what I said earlier."

The soldiers walked out of the tribe full of doubts. On the way, several people argued with each other about the fact that Ughu could be grown without seeds.

After the soldiers left, Wang Lang said to Lin Huo and the others: "The Raging Fire Tribe doesn't know about my method, so this matter must not be leaked from now on, understand?"

The four of them nodded solemnly, and they couldn't wait to know how Wang Lang could grow potatoes without seeds.

"Leader, quickly tell me what this method is." Kong Yi asked impatiently.

Wang Lang said with a smile: "This Ugu itself is a seed, as long as it is planted, it will grow."

But Wang Lang's words made them even more confused, and Bark couldn't help asking: "Boss, if you plant this Ugu, what will grow will still be Ugu. It's meaningless to do so!"

Wang Lang smiled and said: "We don't need to plant the whole thing, this thing will germinate, we just need to cut it into small pieces and plant it. In this way, one Ugu can grow four or five One, although there are only three now, but according to this method, plus this thing still has seeds, as long as we survive two dry seasons and rainy seasons, how much Ughu can we harvest."

The four of them frowned and thought hard, but this kind of math problem was simply a kind of torture for them. They could count to a hundred, and they couldn't figure out how many they could have.

"Lang, just tell me how much we can receive in the two dry seasons and the rainy season. I really can't think of such a complicated thing." Lin Huo scratched his head and asked.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "Let me tell you this, we will be able to plant as much as corn."

The four of them looked at Wang Lang in astonishment, their eyes filled with disbelief, that these three Ugu could become so many.

"Boss, how did you come up with this method? Have you seen this kind of Ugu before?" Bark asked curiously.

"I once told you that I was guided by the gods, and the gods told me many things. The gods told me that this kind of thing is called potatoes, not Ugu, so I didn't know what Ugu was before. I saw it just now. I just remembered this." Wang Lang once again brought out the gods to seek an explanation for his own knowledge. For Lin Huo and the others, it is the most reasonable explanation to blame all these things on the gods.

Sure enough, after Wang Lang finished speaking, all of them looked stunned, and the worship of the gods in their hearts became even stronger.

"Lang, did the gods call this Ugu a potato?" Lin Huo said this Mandarin-pronounced noun a little awkwardly.

Wang Lang nodded and said: "That's right, since the gods called this thing a potato, then we, as believers of the gods, should not call this thing Ugwu anymore. From now on, in our tribe, this thing is a potato."

"Since everything is called soil... potatoes, then we must be like the gods." Lin Huo said with a serious expression. For these people, the gods are the supreme existence, and what the gods say in their hearts is That's right, and now Wang Lang exists as a god's messenger in the world, and his words are the will of the gods.

After deciding on the name Tudou, Wang Lang had his own plans in mind. For the things he was familiar with, Wang Lang intentionally or unintentionally named them in Mandarin. Now the languages ​​in the tribe, in addition to the native language, are occasionally mixed with very standard ones. As for the pronunciation of Chinese, Wang Lang believes that with the passage of time, under his guidance, the language of this tribe will gradually approach the Chinese language.

(End of this chapter)