…

Of course, patience doesn't mean doing nothing.

Looking at Jiang Shinian who was kneeling on the ground, he waved his sleeves and a force that was still there but could not resist lifted him up.

"Since you have the heart to help the world, I will teach you medical skills."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Shinian, who was already desperate, instantly became happy.

"Disciple, thank you Master."

He waved his hand.

"You don't need to call me master. My lineage is not suitable for you. Someone will teach you how to practice in the future."

"this…?"

"You stay with me for a hundred years, and I will teach you medical skills within a hundred years. It's up to you how much you can learn."

"Yes, teacher."

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a rein suddenly appeared on the ox's neck.

Jiang Shinian understood it instantly and stepped forward to hold the reins.

Only scalpers are still confused. If you want to accept disciples, just accept them. What's the point of putting a rope around my head? I think the scalper king was also the overlord of Wanli Huofeng Mountain back then.

In particular, the rope is gray and black, which does not match the beautiful yellow hair on its body at all. No, it is ugly.

When I was getting angry, my head was suddenly pulled.

He raised his head, and a face covered in dust with disheveled hair came into his eyes.

The breeze blows, and the messy long hair on the temples is swaying. Together with the big face that has been tanned by the sun, it looks even more sloppy.

There was a calm expression in his small eyes.

The scalper subconsciously wanted to laugh at this guy's embarrassment.

Before he could speak, he saw the other party's lips parting.

'oh'!

He grabbed the reins and pulled, but the cow didn't move.

Jiang Shinian was confused, was he calling it wrong? He remembered that the cows in the tribe all called like this.

Soon it dawned on him.

The teacher's cow must be extraordinary, so...

"drive!"

"I am a cow, not a stupid mule!!"

Angry voices sounded in Jiang Shinian's head.

"Hurry up, what are you talking about?"

Xu Junming slapped him down, and Huang Niu's eyebrows drooped with shame. His anger disappeared and he walked forward obediently.

After three thousand years of getting along with each other, it knew how terrifying the strength of the person on its back was.

Therefore, when the master opens his mouth, the scalpers will obey.

Jiang Shinian quickly followed and led the ox forward.

After traveling hundreds of thousands of miles over mountains and ridges, a vast plain appeared in front of us.

You can see countless simple villages and cities, scattered in an orderly manner across the vast land.

"Teacher, this is our Lieshan clan."

Xu Junming nodded.

"It looks like you have a lot of dicks."

"There are almost three capitals." Jiang Shinian's face showed pride.

"Sanjing? That's quite a lot."

The prehistoric counting units are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, billion, trillion, Jing, Gai, Zi, Rang, ditch, stream, Zheng,

load.

Three capitals means thirty thousand trillion.

You can imagine the huge population.

Xu Junming has traveled through the wilderness for many years, and apart from the Fuxi clan, he has never seen a tribe whose population exceeds that of the Lieshan clan.

Of course, the Bai clan in Buzhoushan area include Chao clan, Feng clan, Dating clan, Xue clan, Fangfeng clan, etc., not counting the eighteen clans who first followed Xu Junming.

Among them, the smallest one has a population of 300, while the largest one, the Chao family, has a population of 80.

The combined population of all Buzhoushan areas is close to one.

Xu Junming didn't know the number of the entire Donghuang human race. Even if it was more than the Buzhou Mountain human race, it was still very limited.

After all, farming supports far more people than hunting.

"It seems that Lieshan clan has mainly focused on planting."

"Teacher's insight is correct. Except for the villages near the mountains, they basically grow five-color rice."

"Five-color rice? Not yellow rice?"

"Five-colored rice was accidentally discovered by a disciple when he was tasting herbs in Wushan a hundred thousand years ago. It was then promoted within the clan. The Lieshan clan also got rid of fishing and hunting, and thrived on this plain between mountains and seas, and became increasingly prosperous. As for the teacher,

The disciples have never heard of the yellow rice mentioned."

Xu Junming nodded slightly and thought to himself.

"I don't know whether it is because it is too far away and has not yet spread from Wanqiu; or whether Fuxi intends to use Huangliang Lingmi to strengthen his clan first, establish an unquestionable absolute advantage, and consolidate the Fuxi clan's dominance before spreading abroad.

"

Based on his contact with Fuxi, I'm afraid the latter is the majority.

This Holy Emperor, who was touted by countless scholars in later generations, was actually an emperor who ruled over tens of thousands of human tribes.

He must be proficient in the imperial power art of intrigue and balancing interests.

But no matter what, Xu Junming and Chongshan have left Wanqiu.

"Let's go."

Although Jiang Shinian wanted to ask what yellow rice was, seeing the teacher's calm and dignified expression, he hesitated and did not speak.

After leading the cattle down the hillside for thousands of miles, the surrounding land became flat. The two sides were no longer grassy and sandy slopes, but neatly groomed fields.

Planted inside are green plants half as tall as a man. At first glance, they look very similar to rice from later generations. However, they are taller, thicker and stronger under the nourishment of spiritual energy.

"Is this the five-color rice?"

"Yes. It is May now, and the five-color rice is still growing. In July, it will grow to five feet tall and begin to ear; in October, the rice will begin to bloom in red, white, green, yellow, and black colors.

Then he is mature."

"Do you have five-color rice seeds here?"

"There are some."

"Give me a few."

After Jiang Shinian nodded, he took out a yellow-skinned gourd from the bag. After opening it, he shook it twice and rolled out five or six oval-shaped, peanut-sized seeds that shone with five-color auras.

"Innate Qi?"

"This is the first generation of rice I collected after I discovered colorful rice. Most of it was used to make seeds, and some are left here. If the teacher wants it, feel free to take it."

Looking at the yellow-skinned gourd handed to him and the sincere look on Jiang Shinian's face, Xu Junming smiled faintly and took three grains of rice from his hand.

"Three pills are enough for me."

"teacher…."

He waved his hand to interrupt him.

"No need to say much, I have my own sense of proportion."

Jiang Shinian hesitated for a moment and said nothing more. He put the gourd away and put it into the magic bag.

Twist a grain of rice and feel it carefully.

"Is its mother plant a low-grade innate spiritual root?"

"Teacher, the Dharma vision is correct, exactly."

Xu Junming nodded slowly. Judging from the smell of this seed, if it takes root and sprouts, the rice that grows will definitely be a hundred times stronger than the one in the field next to it.

The aura is richer and more suitable for monks to plant.

But the rice seedlings that ripen once a year in the fields next to them are more suitable for ordinary people to plant.
To be continued...