The world of Zhonglu is too vast, flying with the speed of the Crow Gong, and Si Wenming used the magical powers of witchcraft to speed up the journey. It took more than a month before Ji Hao truly set foot on the huge core land in the middle of the world of Zhonglu.n∈n∈,

Jumped off the back of the Ya Gong, and his body fell heavily to the ground. The ground was covered with thick and oily black soil. Ji Hao was wearing straw sandals made of fine straw. The greasy black soil flooded Ji Hao's feet, and a strange feeling came to his leisurely.

Ji Hao quietly realized this feeling.

Stepping on this land with both feet, Ji Hao felt like a seed fell into the earth, gently wrapped in the fertile land, surrounded by a thick, ancient powerful force. This is such a strange land, but Ji Hao felt the smell of "home" here, a breath of "original".

Manman threw down the hammer heartlessly and ran around with a laugh. Many types of flowers and plants on the Central Land are different from those on the Southern Wilderness. Manman caught a fine grass that he had never seen before and could look at it happily for half a day.

Si Wenming stood beside Ji Hao, looking at him with a smile, without making a sound to disturb his feelings.

After a long time, Ji Hao slowly opened his eyes. He felt that he seemed to have a mysterious connection with this land. His entire body and soul seemed to have become much heavier, and the connection between him and the heaven and earth's vitality became closer.

"Uncle, there seems to be some wonderful changes in me." Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming and said sincerely: "The world of Zhonglu is so magical."

"The Central Land is the center of the world. The place where the world was first opened, our human race originated from." Si Wenming said gently: "Many tribes born in the Central Land will never have such a clear understanding of you in your life. If you have such an understanding, your talent is far beyond my most optimistic guess. It is great, really good."

Si Wenming squatted down with a smile. He grabbed a handful of dark soil and squeezed it into a small ball of mud with force.

"Hao, it's really great that you can feel the most original will of this world. You must remember that this land belongs to us." Si Wenming looked at Ji Hao formally: "The owner of this land is us, not any other race. Because our bloodline is permanently connected to this land, no one can divide them."

Ji Hao looked at Si Wenming and nodded slowly.

He was holding a small beast and pressing it to the ground, trying hard to break the little beast's mouth, trying to see if it was eating grass or meat, Man, who was curious and turned his head and looked at Ji Hao and Si Wenming.

The atmosphere between the two was particularly sacred and solemn. Manman blinked his eyes and focused his attention on the little beast without any attention.

"Ah, your teeth are flat? Brother said, flat teeth are all grass... In the southern wilderness, I have never seen a little guy like you. What kind of grass do you like to eat?" The next moment, a handful of weeds that were enough to choke the little beast to death were randomly stuffed into its mouth by Manman.

Si Wenming greeted him with laughter and cry, called Manman back, and at the same time rescued the unlucky little beast. He did not use the magic technique, but led the two to the central part of the continent. After walking hundreds of miles, artificially tidied fields appeared around him.

The fields were spread out neatly, and green buds sporadically emerged between the fields. From far and near, there were old men and women wrapped in animal skins squatting in the fields, carefully removing the weeds beside the buds.

When they saw Ji Hao and the other two, the working people stood up one after another and greeted them with a smile.

Si Wenming smiled and bowed to them, and said in a very familiar way: "Is this the wheat millet planted? It seems that it is not bad. With such a large field, the uncles' tribe seems to be very prosperous!"

A golden red light flashed in Ji Hao's eyes. He looked around. As Si Wenming said, the surrounding fields could be about tens of thousands of acres in total. The land here is so fertile and the world is so abundant that the grain output of each acre of land must be quite large.

In the Southern Wilderness, tribes rely more on hunting to obtain food. But in the Central Land, have large-scale farming tribes already appeared? Hundreds of thousands of acres of land, can this tribe have tens of thousands of people? It is indeed a prosperous big tribe.

Si Wenming was not in a hurry to travel, but squatted in the field and discussed his experience in planting wheat with several old people in an enthusiastic manner. From sowing, fertilizing, weeding, to irrigation, dispelling birds and insects, Si Wenming could tell everything about the fields. Obviously, he was also a good player in farming.

Ji Hao stood beside Si Wenming with a smile, listening to his communication with the elderly.

Although he didn't know why Si Wenming stayed here, Ji Hao knew that Si Wenming would never do meaningless things. So he listened quietly and observed carefully.

Manman dropped two sledgehammers and ran to the side with a "ricochet". Soon, she got an old ox from somewhere, and rode on the old ox's back. She turned around very hard, trying to grab the old ox's tail and play.

When several old men saw Manman's innocent and romantic appearance, they immediately laughed "hehe" with kindness in their eyes.

Perhaps it was Si Wenming's familiarity with farming and sericulture, or the man's innocence and innocence that won the favor of the elderly. Before long, the elderly enthusiastically invited Ji Hao and the other two to their tribe to rest and rest.

Si Wenming accepted the invitation from the old people with a smile. The three of them followed the old people and walked dozens of miles along the flat path in the fields, passed through a small wood, and came to a tribe built next to the river beside the river berth.

The neatly timbered wooden houses lined up the river. This tribe with tens of thousands of people was well-planned. In the tribe surrounded by low wooden walls, the streets were paved with stone slabs, which were very neat and clean, at least much cleaner than those in the southern wilderness.

There were large groups of children in the tribe gathered together, either wielding fists and sticks, or organizing various agricultural tools and equipment, or feeding large groups of domesticated poultry. What made Ji Hao's scalp numb was that some older children were writing simple and simple words on the sand with branches under the leadership of the white-haired old man.

Word!

It is not a rune that can understand ghosts and gods and has unpredictable magical power, but a text that ordinary people can learn.

In the Southern Wilderness, the most primitive words are just secretly passed down from generation to generation in the witch festival, and can only be used to write the simplest words. However, in the Central Land world, in the most remote tribe, they have consciously taught the words to the next generation collectively.

This is civilization!

Ji Hao's body trembled slightly, and his hair stood up one by one. Only then did he truly realize that he had truly left the Southern Wilderness and stepped into a world that was completely different from the Southern Wilderness. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!