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However, Du Mu wanted to laugh when he thought of Xiaobai's miserable appearance.

Hahaha, dead friends don't die poor daoists hahaha.

Soon, the soup is ready.It's not so much soup, it's better to say it's a big pot dish.

After cooking a few pots, Du Mu felt that he was at his fingertips.

She held the soup confidently, "Come and drink this soup, let's talk about cooperation after drinking it."

Guan Mo smelled the fragrance, and picked up the bowl suspiciously!

"puff!"

Du Mu "..." was dumbfounded.

Is it that bad to drink?She picked up the spoon herself and took a mouthful.

"That's right, it's this taste!" Du Mu was a little puzzled, this taste is better than the first pot.

Guan Mo looked horrified and looked at Guo with palpitations, "Poisonous!" Then he looked at Du Mu with a murderous look.

With an incredulous expression on Du Mu's face, he took another sip and drank it. "How can it be?"

Seeing her drink a few more sips, Guan Mo's expression softened.But still suspicious.

Du Mu thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, "23, is it possible that Guan Mo is allergic to any of the ingredients here?" She was really puzzled.

In the midst of his busy schedule, 23 Jun took the time to scan Guan Mo. "No."

Commanded by Du Mu, it is scanning the mountains and forests near Wangcheng to see what can be eaten, for example, those that can be combined into dishes, that can be used as spices, and so on.

Its CPU runs at full speed, continuously analyzing data, building a database, and also permuting and combining, but it is exhausted!

Du Mu rubbed his chin, thinking.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed, "Damn it, maybe Guan Mo doesn't like spicy food?" She blurted out.

Guan Mo had been staring at her, and when she saw her talking, he stared more seriously.

Her expression softened a lot, and when she calmed down, she knew that it was definitely not poison, and Du Mu would not do such a thing.

She's just waiting for Doo-mok to explain.

Du Mu looked at Guan Mo speechlessly, Guan Mo was still looking at her without blinking, seeing Du Mu looking over.

Guan Mo glanced at the soup on the table expressionlessly, and motioned for her to take it away.

"It's just a kind of spice. You may not be used to it at first, but you'll like it if you drink too much!" Du Mu explained while holding a bowl.

"... balabala..."

"You'll know after a few more sips..." Du Mu leaned over and tried to persuade Guan Mo to take another sip.

Guan Mo couldn't resist her, so he pinched his nose and took another sip, his face full of reluctance.

"Don't spit!" Du Mu said immediately when he saw her appearance.

Guan Mo's nose was wrinkled tightly, tears glistened in hot eye circles, his mouth was puffed up, his eyes were full of grievances, and he didn't want to swallow it.

Intimidated by Du Mu's eyes, she had no choice but to endure the grievance and swallowed reluctantly.

then……

Even Du Mu with the pot was kicked out by Guan Mo and kicked in the buttocks.

Du Mu rubbed his butt with a wry smile, and came out with the pot.Seeing Chu Liang, he raised the pot in his hand and said, "Drink?"

"What?" Chu Liang leaned over curiously.

"It's delicious." Although she said it confidently, Du Mu was still a little bit suspicious, and then she remembered that some people are afraid of spicy food.

Many of the spices she made this time are spicy, so it seems that she should be cautious in the future.

Upon hearing this, Chu Liang immediately took the blame. "drink!"

Before Du Mu could stop him, Chu Liang raised his head and drank directly, even chewing a few mouthfuls of vegetables.

She stopped and smacked the taste, "It's delicious!" Her tone was excited.

Then Du Mu heard the sounds of "gulu" and "baji" incessantly.

Xiaobai didn't know when, but turned around cautiously, his eyes stared straight at the pot in Chu Liang's hand.

Eyes eager and salivating.

Du Mu smiled, regained his confidence, and walked back into the hall triumphantly.

Guan Mo glared at her instantly, glanced at her quickly, and was relieved to see that she didn't have a pot in her hand.

But still glaring.

Du Mu waved her hand, "Don't stare, I won't force you to eat next time." She moved the small wooden chair she carefully prepared, sat opposite Guan Mo, and said seriously, "Now let's get down to business!"

Guan Mo's case book is not high, and the small dumu chair is just at the same level as Guan Mo, which is indeed the small chair she carefully prepared.

When Guan Mo heard her talk about business, he withdrew his angry eyes, but still stared at her, "What's the matter?"

Du Mu shook his head and took out a plate of yellow leaves by himself, "The tribe has been tying ropes to keep track of things, which is inconvenient. I heard that the princes have changed it to a funnel, and we can't keep it the same."

"This is the information I compiled about time and the calendar. I roughly arranged it. But I am alone, so it is inevitable that I have not thought carefully, so I asked the king to take a look and send it to the witches of the tribes. They are all wise old people. It should help me perfect it."

Du Mu chanted while tidying up, and then handed a stack to Guan Mo.

Guan Mo habitually filtered Du Mu's words, only listening to what he could understand.

Seeing the thick pile of yellow leaves in front of him, Guan Mo frowned.She pushed Huang Ye back with a serious face, "Just use this."

Du Mu pushed back, "No, I'm young and inexperienced, and I definitely need advice from the king and all the witches." She said sincerely, "Don't refuse, the king." Blocked Guan Mo's words.

Guan Mo looked at the thick stack and couldn't help opening his mouth.She was a little skeptical that Du Mu was looking for trouble for her.

There are so many, she has to fiddle with when to pass them on.But Du Mu kept talking as if it made sense, and it was hard for her to refuse.

Du Mu smiled secretly, watching Guan Mo take the yellow leaf with a depressed face, looking downcast.

This time calendar is not something that can be used as soon as you think about it. Du Mu forced the system to sort it out, using the high-tech from the interstellar, to scan and analyze here, and come up with the calendar.

Credibility is naturally high.

But Mr. 23...

According to its own words, it has been squeezed dry, and it will jump into the river to die!

But Du Mu didn't care, he let it rest for so long before, so long that he watched dramas there every day, and became addicted to it.

Now I have to find something to do for it, to make up for all the idle time before.

When the calendar came out, Du Mu naturally couldn't be satisfied with using it only in Wangcheng, she wanted to take the opportunity to spread it to all Luo kingdoms.

And if it is to be extended to all Luoguo, the witches of each tribe will have to support it.

Otherwise, given how much tribal people respect the shaman, the shaman only needs a sentence or two, no matter how good the calendar is, no one will use it.

Therefore, this move was necessary.

She wouldn't tell Guan Mo that it was possible to write on yellow leaves and send eagles to various tribes.

Seeing Guan Mo's depressed face, Du Mu changed the subject calmly, "Wang, has the issue of the seaside tribe been resolved?"

Guan Mo's attention was diverted as expected, "It's resolved."

"Here is the list." Guan Mo rummaged through it and handed Du Mu an animal skin.

Du Mu frowned, and looked up bit by bit.

Half a day later, "I didn't expect that the strength of the seaside tribe is so strong. It can almost compare with the entire southern tribal country." Du Mu's eyes were full of surprise.

The reason why she read so slowly is because this group of people write like ghosts...

The system was busy again, so she could only read every word by herself.

Guan Mo felt the same way and nodded. "Yeah, I didn't expect us to ignore so many forces."

There are actually three tribes above the ministerial level by the sea, and there are hundreds of small and medium-sized tribes remaining. The sea really can support people.To feed so many tribes.

I still don't know what kind of strength these three major tribes are, maybe they have eight levels of strength.

If that's the case, tsk, there will be another disturbance at that time.Maybe the strength needs to be reshuffled again.

However, with her around, it shouldn't be that troublesome.

"The other tribes are nothing to worry about, but we have to figure out the attitudes of those three tribes." Du Mu pondered, rubbing his chin habitually, "The king sent someone to contact the dry tribes to test their positions. Ask them about the seaside tribes."

"It's best, send a few more Jiling people to lead a team to investigate the three tribes and see what they think? The province is being plotted and doesn't know it."

"As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles!"

Guan Mo picked up the eagle feather expressionlessly, and wrote vigorously.Although every word is written down.

But when she understood it by herself, she had to use a brush to read Du Mu's words three times before she could get what Du Mu meant.

She felt that Du Mu's speech contained too much sand.He keeps saying things that people don't understand.

What do you know yourself and your enemy?Who is he?I can't understand it at all!Guan Mo brushed the sand in his heart while thinking.

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Diligent or something, I am overwhelmed by the ocean.