Undead Farm

"what is this?"

On the night of the third day, I leaned over and watched Weng Ling bow down in the wild grass with high calves and pick up some red eggs of the size of a quail egg. I couldn't help but ask.

"The wild fruit without the name, but everyone called it the little wild berry. When I was a child, my mother took me many times and gave me snacks and fruit."

Weng Ling blew the two biggest and the most red berries in the palm of his hand and handed it to the night.

“Although it’s a bit sour, it’s still delicious, try it?”

After receiving the night, he found that the last small wild strawberry on Weng Ling's handle was carefully wrapped in a handkerchief.

By the way, there are only three fruits in the grass.

"You don't eat?"

Weng Ling shook his head and gently placed the wrapped handkerchief in a small bag at the waist:

"I smell a little bit of memories and remember my childhood."

Looked at the lower head of the night, picking a small wildberry first smelled on the tip of the nose, but only smelled a faint grass scent, then stuffed it into the mouth and bite it.

A thick sour sensation instantly filled his mouth, and saliva was secreted unconsciously, but after the sourness faded, a faint sweetness lingered in the mouth.

"How? Is it delicious?" Weng Ling looked forward to authenticity.

"I haven't seen this little wildberry for a long time since I left Loren. Is it very sweet?"

"Oh..." I touched my nose at night.

"Well, it's sweet, I first tasted such a sweet fruit."

"Yes! I said it was delicious!"

Weng Ling’s eyebrows bent and he happily pulled out the grass and continued to walk forward. It can be seen that the steps are much lighter.

On the night of the night, I took a look at the little wild raspberry in my hand and sighed softly.

The sour feeling of this fruit was almost incomprehensible to the taste that he was weakened. Weng Ling did not seem to have been very good when he was a child.

However, since her memory is still in a good time, the night is more natural than the scenery to debunk.

He thought about it, from the waist, he took out the handkerchief of the bag seed that Weng Ling gave him last time, and learned that Weng Ling wrapped the small wild berries and put it in a crack in the purse.

......

Baiyan Village is about 30 kilometers away from Lorraine City. It is obvious that the farther away from Lorraine, the better the roadside plants grow.

The leaves of the same plant are widened from fine to tall, and the plants are also growing from stupid to tall. Even the wheat ears that have begun to grout in the farmland are much larger than those that are half-dead under the city of Lorraine.

On the night of the third day, it was estimated that there was no problem in doubling the output of the same area. In addition, the villagers in Baiyan Village were much more diligent. Not only did the scarecrow drive the birds in the fields, but also repaired some wooden houses for the farmers. The thief who took a break and the embankment.

Watching a farmer sitting on the side of the wooden house smoking a dry smoke, the wall behind him leaned against a polished fork, his eyes staring at him and Weng Ling with vigilance, and shook his head at night.

No wonder Luolan City will decline. It seems that the natural disasters of the undead have affected the city of Lorraine more or less. The spirits of the two people are completely different.

It is estimated that this farmer's combat power is more brave than the soft Loland soldiers he first saw.

"The front is here." Weng Ling suddenly looked back.

"Oh, come."

Baiyan Village is said to be a village, but from the outside it is completely out of the expectations of the night. The surrounding area is surrounded by white rocks and a two-meter-high wall. The buildings inside are mostly white stone houses.

Looking at the white stone paved path under the foot, the night was even more silent.

Luolan City does not have so many stone to build a house, who is this village? Who is the city?

It seems that I was aware of the doubts of the night, Weng Ling turned back and explained to him:

“Like our Luolan collar is rich in wood, the Tianshiling is rich in stone mines and some iron ore, especially stone mines. The main output comes from Baiyan Village.”

"Isn't Baiyan Village belonged to Lorraine before?"

The night was even more strange. The careless voice made a few people noticed, and they smiled and pointed at them.

Weng Ling held his eyebrows and sighed: "Loland City is a lumberjack because it sells wood. Most of the residents in the city are also lumberjacks. Therefore, everyone is not paying attention to mining. It is not until the loss of Baiyan Village to Tianshi. I only regret after the collar."

"This way..." Nodding nodded at night, no more words.

Logging is indeed much easier than digging stone mines, and the quarry has to be processed, but the lords of Lorraine have not been able to find the strong profits after the industry, and have to say some short-sightedness.

Looking at this small village, I know that the life that people have lived is not bad at all. Although it is only a village of two or three hundred people, the buildings in the village are everything.

Just in the light of the night, I saw a lot of restaurants, cloth shops and some street stalls called snacks, but more are some stone shops with open courtyards and stone carvings and stone monuments on the floor. .

Looking at the naked Han Han, sweating and holding the hammer on the white stone, slamming on the local ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the ground is covered with a large piece of white stone pieces and powder, while the other side is a few The man with a big belly of a businessman looks picking and picking at the finished product.

Noon nodded at night, this should be the appearance of an industry, from mining to processing to output, by the way, can also attract the development of food and accommodation-related industries, which can be from the dense inns and restaurants Can be seen.

If you are embarrassed, maybe even some unspeakable entertainment industry can be brought along, but unfortunately, it’s useless to think of it.

Because this is all people's.

"When the quilt is waiting for us to go back, how about we pick the food first?" Weng Ling said to the night.

"Oh, well, you are right."

At night, he nodded behind Weng Ling and then got into a small shop that seemed to be idle.

Crossing the stone door that I didn't know was the soles of the shoes or the shop, I sat in the store and looked around.

The shop is small, but the floor is very clean, the shelves are very simple, it is five or six half open sacks, and the sacks are of different grades of wheat.

"How are all wheat?"

The night three wrinkled, and a female woman came over with a two-year-old boy.

"Guest points...ah! You are..."

Weng Ling ran with a smile: "I am, Xiaoquer, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, even the children are born?!"

The woman's face was red and red, and some of them hurriedly put the child down, then wiped a stool and wiped it.

"When the lord of the lord please sit down, the store is so shabby that you will laugh."

Weng Ling groaned and sighed: "You even make fun of me..."