In the evening, on a mountain outside the tribe, the clan leader and the Youhu Witch sat with him.

The witch of the Fox family looked at the sunset landing on the distant mountain and said with emotion and envy:

"The Fangfeng family is really a good place. You have nothing to lack! Unlike us, we have the Hu family and other affected tribes. If we suffer from the disaster, we can only starve and watch the tribe members starve to death!"

He followed the clan leader around the Fengfeng clan for a day.

He was not only envious of the things that were happening in the Fangfeng tribe.

The Binfeng is so lucky!

The patriarch who was also watching the sunset said:

"You are so stupid!"

"Is this place of Fangfeng a good place? No! As long as there are people, it's a good place!"

"Look at this rice!"

"There are no rice around this Lei Ze, and which tribe does not plant rice? It's all! But all tribes are still hungry often? Why? After all, it's because we know too little!"

"When we grow rice, we can only choose very few suitable places to plant rice in the tidal flats by the water. With such few rice fields, how can we plant rice that is enough for the people of the tribe to eat without starving?"

"We have lived like this year after year!"

"And after Qing returns from resurrection, everything is different!"

"Qing tells us the secret of rice growth, teaches us to cultivate new fields, teaches me to block rivers and build embankments, teaches us to dig ditches to divert water to irrigate rice fields, teaches us to plant rice in the second season..."

"Now, everything has changed! Look at the large rice fields, how good the rice seeds are growing. I believe that when the harvest season comes, it will definitely be a big harvest!"

"Tell me, which tribe has no rivers near? Which tribe has no large tracts of land around it? But we are still hungry, why?"

"Because we know too little!"

"We have now learned to tame the water flow and can be seen. In the near future, the rice will be filled with a warehouse and will be endless to eat!"

"Qing also told me that this rice can not only be planted for two seasons a year, but also three seasons a year! Can you imagine it? With the same number of rice fields, the rice grown in a year is the number of past three years. How could anyone starve at that time?"

"Qing also said that the dam is too small now. He said that if we could build a dam at the junction of the two mountains upstream of Zhushui and build a sluice gate on the dam, we could better control the river water. If it rains heavily and there is more water in the river, we would close the sluice gate, and the river water would not flood and there would be no flood. If it was drought and there was no water in the river, we would open the sluice gate, release the accumulated water, and irrigate the rice fields."

"Can you imagine such a scene?"

"Just build a dam, you can subdue the floods that are raging every year, and you can subdue the floods that bring disaster to all tribes!"

"There is also the black mountain, which has been for many years. Who can know that the black stone can be burned! The black stone is really good. When it is burned with pottery, there is no longer a large number of pieces of pottery. With it, we can actually burn pottery to build a house. Can you think of it?"

"There are such black mountains in the mountains near the Hu family, and it seems that there are some. It has always been there, but we don't know how to use it!"

The patriarch picked up a gray stone at his feet.

"There are also many such gray stones in the wilderness near Wangmang Kingdom!"

"There are also those red stones, I think many tribes must have them!"

"After these two stones were burned with fire, they could actually be cast into golden artifacts. Who would have thought of it?"

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"At the north of the river, so many people could not stop bleeding from their wounds, so they could only watch them die with blood!"

The patriarch grabbed a handful of toad leaves from his feet.

"Where is there such a grass? But do you know? This grass can stop bleeding and save the lives of injured and bleeding people!"

"There are many such grasses. The white balls in Madi are also treasures after they dry up! Last typhoon, dozens of people in the tribe were injured, and many of them were very big and very big, not smaller than those of the people who were injured in the north of the river back then. It was just this kind of gray bag, tearing it open and sticking it on the wound, magically stopping the blood. None of them died of blood!"

"If I had known the effect of the gray bag in the north of the Yangtze River back then, many people would have been immune to death!"

"And when you were a child, you kept stomping on this kind of gray bag, and it was so fun to step on it and smoke!"

"So, it has nothing to do with the place. We know too little. If we know too much, we are all good places!"

The witch of the Youhu clan kept listening quietly. When the clan leader was wandering around, he already knew that there was not much fluctuation in his mood, nor was he surprised anymore, but just sighed:

"You have a good heir!"

The patriarch's expression became happy.

"Yes, Qing is a very good heir. From ancient times to the present, no one in that generation is as good as him!"

The Youhu clan witch sighed again: "The inheritance of Youhu clan has been completed and has been interrupted in my hands. I don't know what kind of face I can use to meet my ancestors. I am a sinner!"

The patriarch threw away the toad leaves in his hand and said angrily:

"Stupid!"

"You can still get knotted again after the knot is gone. Even if you forget what happened before, you can start to write it down from now on!"

"Every tribe has an ancestor's inheritance, but do you know what happened before the ancestor?"

"Without inheritance, you can create inheritance by yourself. Without the ancestor, you can be the ancestor of your descendants by yourself!"

"Do you think inheritance is just a knot? It's wrong, inheritance is bloodline!"

"The bloodline is immortal, and the inheritance is endless!"

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"We know that rice has existed on the edge of Lei Ze since ancient times. Do you know that it was planted from the ancient ancestors? You don't know, I don't know, and no one knows now!"

"Maybe the first generation of rice-growing ancestors recorded this with a knot, but the knot became corrupted later. Perhaps the ancestors in ancient times had not learned to record knots. In short, we don't know which ancestor taught us to plant rice, but there must be such an ancestor, right?"

"Although our descendants do not know the name of this ancestor, all of us are bearing his favor and enjoying his legacy. So, does this ancestor's name matter?"

"As long as each of our descendants has such an ancestor in their hearts, it is enough. I think that the ancestor must be very pleased that the rice planting he invented can help future generations and descendants survive and reproduce better, and can make future generations and descendants more prosperous, right?"

"This is inheritance. Inheritance is not just a bunch of corrupt knots!"

The Youhu Wu suddenly shook all over and murmured: "So this is the inheritance. I was wrong, I was wrong..."

His face gradually showed a smile: "I will leave it to you if there is Hu, and Taicang will leave it to you..."

Looking at the sunset, his smile gradually solidified. In his eyes, the afterglow of the sunset reflected was like flames...

His voice gradually became weaker and gradually became inaudible.

He leaned on the patriarch's shoulder.

He is dead!

The patriarch turned his head, looked at the Youhu Witch's face that was frozen in a smile, and sighed deeply.

Then, he stretched out his trembling hand and stroked the eyes of the Hushi Witch.

"Stupid, just die well, don't scare people with your eyes open!"

"Even you are dead, even you, the youngest one, have died, four people, I am still alive..."

The patriarch trembled and found a Tao Wu from somewhere.

He put Tao Wu on his dry lips and blew it up.

Tao Ye's voice was low and hoarse, sobbing, as if crying.

The evening breeze comes gently, spreading the sound of the twilight to the wilderness under the setting sun.

Not far from the mountain, two tribes who were cutting pig grass and cow grass returned.

They were carefree and didn't know the feeling of worry, carrying baskets filled with grass, and jumping and singing.

"Under the sky, beside the thunder siege, the fragrant grass is green all over the sky..."

The singing was crisp and loud, covering the sound of the monument.

Looking at the children, the patriarch smiled and felt relieved.
Chapter completed!