Small farmers dominate the desert island

Chen Yu and Tuba's contemptuous expressions gradually became dignified again.

It is said that the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Could it be that this old guy really has the ability to foretell?

"Mr., how do you know that we are not from this forest?" Chen Yu asked.

"Of course, the costumes of the two of you are different from ours, and a little more refined than ours. If I guessed correctly, you should come from a tribe or country with a higher civilization." The wise man said.

"Hmm! Yes, we are indeed from a country with a higher civilization, and it is a very large empire." Chen Yu said.

He was referring to Aquaman's Empire.

"No, no, I'm not referring to this kind of civilization, but a higher civilization. Strictly speaking, there should be no difference between the tribe and the empire you mentioned. The higher civilization I'm talking about is Have the kind of country that can fly to the sky and escape from the ground without relying on the flesh." Said the wise man.

"Old man, what do you mean?" Chen Yu's face was now serious enough to hit concrete.

"I mean, your thinking, and your thoughts, don't belong to our world." When the wise man said this, his half-closed eyes slowly opened.

Chen Yu's half-closed eyes immediately opened round, and he suddenly grabbed the wise man's withered hand.

"Old man, help me, I want to go back to my world!"

Chen Yu's voice trembled a little, he was so eager to go back, not for anything else, just to return to the world he was familiar with.

"No, your mission is not yet complete," said the wise man.

"Shit, what shit do I have?" Chen Yu asked.

"Your mission, I don't know very well, but it has something to do with the structure of this world, so I hope you must take good care of yourself."

After the wise man finished speaking, he looked at Tuba again.

"As for you, you also have your own mission, but when your mission is completed, your life is gone." The wise man said to Tuba.

"I, I also have a mission?" Tuba looked disbelieving.

"I said you have a mission, and you have a mission. Don't worry, your status as a marksman is destined by heaven."

Chen Yu looked Tuba up and down, could this guy also be a protagonist?

"Wise man, I want to ask, what exactly is Touba's mission?"

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However, the wise man has fallen asleep.

The two could only come out of the house and bask in the sun in the forest.

"Brother Tuba, I didn't expect you to have a mission! Did you have any omens when you dreamed before?" Chen Yu asked.

Although the houses of this tribe are rough, they have a good view. They are a tribal base in the middle of a birch forest, surrounded by tall birch forests, and some artificially transplanted thorn bushes for defense. Of course, the periphery of the tribe Some rough stones were also used to pile up a tribal city wall about three meters high.

In this jungle, the three-meter-high stone wall is already quite spectacular.

But their stone walls are still being perfected. Women and old people use baskets made of bamboo to transport stones weighing hundreds of catties from other places and put them on the edge of the stone wall.

And some craftsmen and masons polished the stones into a square shape, and slowly piled them up.

Chen Yu probably tried these stone walls. If he used more force, he could easily knock them down.

Because there is nothing sticking between their stones, Chen Yu remembered that in ancient times on earth, when people built long walls, they would use glutinous rice and some sticky things to connect the stones together.

And this primitive tribe obviously didn't have these knowledge and conditions, so they could only pile them up as high as possible. The stones below were all big stones weighing hundreds of catties, and the stones became smaller as they reached the top.

At this time, an old man was grinding the stones into a square shape, and then some women and half-grown children lifted the stones and placed them where they pointed out.

The whole tribe is surrounded by stones into an irregular square.

Chen Yu walked up to the old stonemason and asked politely, "Old man, why don't you use some things to connect the stone walls together. In this case, we can guarantee the solidity of the city walls."

The old man rolled his eyes and looked at Chen Yu, looking old-fashioned.

He is the chief stonemason in the tribe, and the stones he polished are very close to the square shape. In the past 20 years, no one has ever questioned his craftsmanship, but as soon as Chen Yu came out today, he pointed out that this was wrong, that was wrong.

"What do you mean?"

"I am the chief stonemason of this department, what is your identity?" the old man said.

"It's nothing, I'm just offering an opinion. After all, this will be my home in the future. In order not to be attacked by other tribes in the middle of the night, I can show you how to make the city wall stronger."

After Chen Yu finished speaking, he started to turn around in a circle and looked at the surrounding terrain.

Outside the city wall, there was a puddle, which should be the place where the tribe got water. He walked to the side of the puddle and tapped the edge a few times with his hands, pulling out a few lumps of black mud.

"Master Chen, what are you doing?" Tuba asked.

Chen Yu didn't speak, but continued to dig in other places.

The black mud is no longer sticky, and it is obviously impossible to use it to build a city wall, let alone glutinous rice.

So only yellow mud is the most suitable adhesive.

He walked up to the chief stonemason and asked, "Mister, do you have any yellow soil here?"

"Yellow soil? What do you want?" asked the old man.

Chapter 1783 Tribal Planning

"You just need to tell me where there is yellow soil, and I can help you make the city wall stronger." Chen Yu smiled.

"Oh, 1000 meters to the east, there is a yellow pit there, where can you look for it?"

"OK,"

Chen Yu and Tuba immediately walked towards that place, and after a while, the two of them dragged two buckets of yellow mud over and scalded it into the crevice of the stone.

The stickiness of the yellow mud is not bad, although it is not as good as the yellow mud on the earth that Chen Yu used to live in. That kind of yellow mud is like feces, with threads attached to it, and it is real clay.

"Boy, can you really stick stones with this crap?" The old man walked over with an unconvinced expression on his face.

"You look after it." Chen Yu stuck a lump of yellow mud into the crevice of the stone like shit.

A large group of people gathered around, seeing someone provoking the chief stonemason, they had a hint of expectation in their hearts.

After all, their tribe likes to compare, no matter what they want to compare, for example, three people went hunting today, how much prey they hunted, and compared with the three people yesterday to judge their strength.

Or, so-and-so, who was defeated at the tournament party, who was inferior to who, and other bullshit.

Even when every family eats, they have to compare who has more meat, who eats better, and even compares the fineness of the clothes.