On the way forward, a thin line of shelled millet leaked from the warehouse eye, was shunted into three columbine legs, and then buried in the earth, making a pleasant sound.

When the person holding the columbine sees that the opening of the barn is blocked and the seeds are not being released slowly, he will shake the columbine from side to side...

Madoka felt that her eyes were no longer enough.

This unprecedented farming method shocked her enough.

She desperately wanted to understand how these three-legged things called columbians were made.

Want to learn to farm with these three legged things.

But at the same time, she also really wanted to know what the armor that Shenzi was trying to make in the tribe looked like.

After all, this was the first time since she came to the tribe that the wise Son of God had solemnly asked the people in the tribe to make something new.

It would be best to be able to witness the whole process, so that she can easily understand the truth and feel the wisdom from the Son of God more deeply and intimately.

Fortunately, considering the need to establish more positive values ​​for the people in the tribe and not lead the people in the tribe too far, Han Cheng did not tell the story of "Journey to the West", which is well-known at home and abroad, to the people in the tribe.

Otherwise, Madoka at this time might have pulled out all the hair on her body and made a clone...

In fact, it's not just her, most other people in the tribe are very curious about the thing called armor that Shenzi mentioned.

Following the Son of God to see strange things has long been a consensus among the Qingque tribe.

Especially Shang, his attention to this matter far exceeds that of others.

Because Shenzi's smile before always made him feel a little chilly unconsciously.

As a militant, he was a little disturbed by the smile of the Son of God. If those who were stabbed to death by Shang knew about this, they would definitely feel that their death was particularly unjust...

In the carpenter's room, Han Cheng held the freshly baked rattan armor and looked at it carefully.

After seven or eight days of continuous hard work, the first decent-looking rattan armor in the tribe finally appeared.

For some reason, looking at the set of rattan armor in his hand, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the story of Zhuge Liang's burning of the rattan armor army before he could feel happy...

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