Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

You asked Roger, can he have any other ideas? He can't wait to hack a profiteer to death, let alone this kind of robbery and murder: "Behead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bastard he had slipped into his hand urinated on the spot.

Drag the gangster to the market, chop it up on the spot, Rogge's roar shocked everyone's soul:

"Stupid people, rules and laws are the only weapons to protect you. When you think you can bully the weak at will, then you will also become the ones who are bullied, because there are more powerful beings than you! I don't mind Kill you all, and make this the kingdom of the dead."

Such a straightforward and bloody declaration really fit the character of the Black Warrior Emperor, and it scared everyone to shiver like quails.

There is no doubt that Rogge can do this. The environment of Darkside City is his natural home field. Even if the Upanishad mage comes, he will not be afraid.

"Okay, I scare them." Roger said triumphantly after returning.

Negris said angrily: "Even if you kill half of the people here, it's useless, what did you tell you just now? The person who solves the food problem is here, Ange, how to solve the food problem?"

Ange tilted his head, stretched out his hand into the Palace of Rest and yanked Ziku out.

Ziku, who was carrying a jujube wood mace, roared excitedly: "Where is the enemy!?" He looked suffocated.

Looking around for a week and not finding any enemies, Zi Kui slammed the mace on the ground in frustration: "Little Ma, come here, let me rub it."

Lightning sighed and walked over obediently.

An Ge pulled again, and the big witch was pulled out. Three or five Titans stood on the ground, and the surrounding space suddenly became narrow.

Ange just started to move the grain beets, and after a while, grain bags like small hills were piled up on the ground.

The grain merchant's feet softened, he knelt down on the ground, and muttered, "It's over, it's over, I'm going bankrupt, I'm going bankrupt."

"What kind of property is broken!" Negris slapped the grain merchant's head with his paw: "How much do you usually buy your grain? I'll give you a 5% discount, just change the supplier, and you will still sell the grain , but can’t be sold at a high price.”

"Really?" The grain merchant's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "Really? I don't sell at high prices, I don't sell at high prices, I sell at low prices, I sell at low prices, don't say 50% off the purchase price, even the original price That's fine, I'll make a lot of money just by saving the shipping fee."

Food is not expensive, but shipping food from outside is expensive, and the shipping cost is at least three or four times the price of food.

Negris shook his head, and said cautiously: "You can't lower the price, at least maintain the original price, and then lower the price slowly, not a lot at once, otherwise the already fragile economic chain here will collapse, no matter how fragile the economic chain is. , and much better than crashing."

The grain merchant and Rogge looked blankly: "What is the... economic chain?"

Negris didn't bother to explain, so he called Ziku and others, carried the food to the public, and cut open a bag in full view: "You can get as much food as you want, without increasing the price, five for one."

Clean grains and low prices make the residents of Darkside City frantically snap up them.

Negris overlooked a problem, that is, the quality of the grain. The grain merchants in Darkside City can only sell old grain, which is poor in quality.

Ange's grain is... thousands of years old, and it has been stored for hundreds of thousands of years, but because of the soil, it is only dehydrated, not pulverized, damaged and moldy, and the quality is much better than that of grain merchants.

However, no matter how crazy the buying was, everyone was very orderly, because there were at least five Titans carrying sticks and watching.

As long as there is food, the crisis caused by the bombing of the Silver Knights' camp can be easily resolved.

When Negris was dealing with the crisis, Ange flipped through the roll that the little angel 'bought' from a human child, and when he opened it, it was a roll of white cloth.

"Oh?" Ang asked, pointing at the white cloth.

"Ow!" The little angel pointed at the small hole in her skirt.

Only then did Ange notice that the clothes on the little angel's body were severely damaged, with at least three finger-sized holes visible to the naked eye on the front and at least five holes on the back.

Under normal circumstances, it is Lisa who handles the little angel's clothes, making dozens of small skirts of the same style for it, and changing them if they are broken. Now Lisa has not followed, and no one has noticed that the clothes are broken.

It turns out that you want to buy cloth to make clothes? Anger looked at it happily, did it already understand that clothes are made of cloth?

In the past, the little angel always thought that the clothes were conjured by Ange. Every time after using the big move, he would seek treatment from Ange and 'change' the clothes. Of course, it doesn't matter if the clothes don't change, anyway, it doesn't care whether it wears them or not.

Ange doesn't really care, but Lisa and Negris do. Every time they don't dress the little angel, Lisa looks at everyone like she's looking perverted.

Knowing that clothes are made of cloth is a big improvement.

Ange touched it with his hand, and found that there was something wrong with the cloth. When he pulled it out, he saw that the white cloth was light and thin, with fine warp and weft. It was obvious that the material and quality were many times better than ordinary cloth.

Showing the cloth to Negris, he was startled too: "This is not cloth, not cotton, but silk, silk-woven cloth?"

After finding the human child, Negris asked, "Who made this cloth?"

The child pointed to himself.

"You? Impossible." Negris looked him up and down, shaking his head in disbelief.

The child was in a hurry, and used his language ability that he had just recovered and was not proficient in: "It was I——weaved by the worms I raised. You send me there, and I will take you to see the worms."

Children are very vigilant at first, and they only look for silly little angels to sell goods. When they see food, they know how to choose. They would rather give up two bags than drag one bag away. It's a pity that they were targeted early.

Now he is willing to take Ange and the others back on his own initiative, obviously believing that Ange and the others will not harm him.

After nine turns and eighteen turns, we finally came to a remote cave. The entrance of the cave is ingenious, in the depression at the top of a dead end.

If the probe exits as soon as it sees a dead end, and does not enter the innermost part, it will be difficult to find the entrance.

Entering from this entrance, you will soon come to a semi-open-air pit. Half of the pit is covered, and the other half can see the sky. Children live under the covered half. Can't see people below.

It's secretive, airy and sunny, it's like a mansion in Dark Side City.

There are some flower pots lined up on the ground in the pit. The flower pots are the kind of mud pots that have been squeezed out to dry, and some grasses are planted in them.

There was a row of shelves between the flower pots and the wall, one of which was covered with some grass, and some white and fat bugs crawled on the grass and gnawed on the grass leaves.

Seeing these worms, Negris was surprised: "Are you also an exorcist, a follower of Hermertos?"

The child replied in confusion: "I'm—an exterminator, Hemel—who is Toto?"

"Uh, what's your name then?" Negris asked, it hadn't thought of asking someone else's name for a long time.

"Clay." Clay replied. While talking, he ran to the debris pile in the corner and helped a thin woman up.

"I—Mom." Clay introduced to everyone, and then quickly poured a bowl of water for the skinny woman to drink.

This skinny woman was timid, her eyes wandered, and she kept shrinking back. Both mentally and physically, she seemed abnormal. Only when she heard Clay speak, she looked at Clay in surprise.

After feeding his mother water, Clay started to get busy again. First, he used tools to grind the grains apart, separating the chaff from the germ.

The husks were not willing to waste, so they were carefully collected, and the husks were stuffed into the mouth first, chewed a few times, it was indeed dry, and then began to grind the powder, adding water and kneading it into a dough.

While he was busy, Clay said, "Mom—she's mentally ill, can't—talk, but she can direct silkworms to weave cloth. These, I call them weaving silkworms."

Negris looked at Clay's mother and found that she had pretty features and was supposed to be a beautiful woman, but she was extremely malnourished and crazy, probably due to severe mental injury.

She only responded to Clay's voice, and her eyes fell on Clay from time to time, and the rest of the time she either looked at the sky or the ground, and never focused on Ange and the others.

Negris sighed, a beautiful woman living in this kind of place with her children, it is not surprising that she suffered any kind of suffering.

Claire quickly reconciled, and said to Negris, "I'm going to bake cakes first, please take care of my mother, just ignore her."

"Wait, where are you going to bake cakes?" Negris asked.

This doesn’t need to be said by Clay, Rogge can answer: “There are many places in Darkside City where the rocks will be hot, and the temperature is very high. Put food on these hot rocks, and it will be roasted quickly. There is nothing here that can make a fire. It's the best way to eat cooked food."

"So that's it, there's no need to go, Ange knows magic." Negris said.

Not only good at magic, but also good at micro-manipulation, Ange manipulated the fire element, and accurately baked the dough until golden. The rich aroma of wheat spread out, and Clay couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Klein's mother, who had been hiding in the corner, crawled over wrapped in rags, squatted on the ground with her knees hugged, staring blankly at the bread, with saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Clay was surprised to see his mother's unexpected behavior, feeling a little overwhelmed. Usually, his mother basically stays still, not to mention strangers, even if it is a live rabbit, she will stay far away. Is it because of the food?

After baking, Clay tore about one-sixth of a piece and handed it to the little angel. The little angel was about to chew it in his hand, but Ang slapped it on the head.

"Aww!" The angry little angel stuffed the cake back into Clay's arms, and crouched in the corner with his knees in his arms.

This made Clay at a loss. Could it be that adults think his pancakes are not clean?

Negris explained with a smile: "None of us are 'human beings'. If you don't need to eat, you can eat it yourself. It turns out that you baked our portion. You really have a heart. If I knew your intentions, I would have said it earlier. gone."

ah? not human? Clay subconsciously looked at the pink and cute little angel, unbelievable.

Confirming again and again that Ange and the others really don't eat, Clay tore the cake in half and handed half to his mother.

Clay's mother had long been drooling from the aroma of the pancakes, and as soon as she hugged her, she tried her best to gnaw on it, making loud clicks and babbling.

Clay said sadly: "I haven't been able to feed my mother all these years, thank you for your food."

"You're welcome, this is what you bought with silk cloth, is it silk? Is the silk spun by these silkworms woven right?" Negris asked.

Clay shook his head, and reiterated: "These silkworms weave. They are called weaving silkworms."

As he talked more and more, Clay's words became more and more fluent, and the communication became smoother and smoother. After some conversations, Clay was able to explain his situation clearly.

Clay is an exterminator, but he learned his abilities secretly. Few people would guard against a mute who looks like seven or eight years old, so he learned a lot here and there, but because there is no inheritance , so he doesn't have bugs on his hands.

So he tried every means to drive some weird insects, and finally found that silkworms could be raised, so he was out of control on the road of raising silkworms.

In order to raise silkworms, he tried every means to get a lot of plants to feed silkworms, but there are many things that silkworms don't eat. After trying a lot, he finally found a few things that silkworms are willing to eat, among which grass is the best.

This pit is also a good place, suitable for planting grass and raising silkworms, but after raising them, Clay found that raising silkworms is useless. The white and fat silkworms have no fighting power. They only eat and sleep, and they don't even pupate.

Perhaps the only function is to supplement protein, so the raised silkworms are often used by Clay to say, "The weather is too hot and heatstroke", "I don't eat grass and get sick", "I can't afford to eat too much", etc. For other reasons, baked and ate.

After eating and eating, the rest are carefully selected by Clay. The individuals that eat the least and grow the fastest, he is going to raise them well, and use them as the staple food in the future.

Unexpectedly, when he woke up one night, he found that his mother stared at the silkworm babies all night. Early the next morning, he found that there was an extra piece of cloth on the shelf, a piece of cloth spun by silkworm babies and woven by themselves.

From that day on, he named these silkworm babies - weaving silkworms.

These silkworms must be under the control of Clay's mother to weave, otherwise they will only spin silk, and the silk will be knotted and sticky, and finally become a lump.

But Clay's mother is sometimes insane, sometimes manic, and there is not much time to control the silkworm baby. Finally, a piece of cloth was produced. Clay took it to the market and planned to exchange some food. Unexpectedly, he ran into Ange one line.

Clay, who grew up in this kind of environment, is very smart. He knows how to choose customers with purchasing power, and he knows which customers are easy to deal with, so he quietly approached the little angel.

It's just that he miscalculated the purchasing power of these customers. When An Ge directly found a bag of grain, he was almost stunned. With so much grain, he couldn't carry it home alive given his age and size.

But before he refused, Clay couldn't help but want to take a risk after throwing down three bags of food in a row. He gave too much, but unfortunately, he didn't succeed. Kicked him to death who was malnourished.

"Hey, it's not easy for you to live to such a big age." Negris sympathized.

A ten-year-old child not only survived, but also supported his mother, secretly learned the technique of repelling insects, and bred some new varieties of silkworms, which is really amazing.

The conditions are so harsh, he can do this, if the conditions are better, what kind of miracles will he create?

"Exactly, we lack a person who can deworm here. Would you like to accept our employment? Food, housing, medical education, maybe it can cure your mother's illness." Negris said.

In the Shimen Crypt before, when the cloaked man said that he knew how to raise worms, Negris was already moved. Who knew that he just wanted to delay time.

Coincidentally, Klay also raises insects, or valuable insects like silkworms. Coincidentally, the leaves of the world tree grow more and more, and it needs to be trimmed so that it can grow more buds. The buds are fried with eggs It's delicious.

For the buds, the old leaves have to be cut off. It is a pity to throw away the old leaves and use them to feed silkworms. I wonder if silkworm babies will eat them?

Although the silk cloth is worthless, but for the buds...

As soon as he thought of this, Negris suddenly sensed the fire, turned his head and saw that Ange was holding a ball of fire, burning silk cloth, but the silk cloth did not respond at all, as if the fire did not exist .

"Uh, this silk, isn't it immune to flames?" Negris couldn't help but see gold coins flashing across his eyes.

If the flame is immune, the grade of the silk cloth will be different immediately. From ordinary items to magic items, the value will increase by at least ten or twenty times.

Just when Negris was trying to figure out whether it was fire immunity, a painful groan came from the corner. Clay's mother hugged her stomach, her face was livid and sweating, and she rolled all over the floor.

Clay looked at his mother in panic, at a loss.

Thank you Angry Cotton for your tip.