"As for more experiments, we have no way to make comparisons. We cannot hunt third-level adult ferocious beasts, and the Blood Tribe at that level cannot be used to water spiritual creatures. It will be used to enhance the strength of the children in the tribe.
, this is currently the best blood oat we can cultivate.”
When it comes to the third level of ferocious beast blood, the old witch doctor actually feels a little regretful. Tang Xuanming can see from his extremely obvious expression that this old man actually hopes to use higher level ferocious beast blood to cultivate blood.
Oatmeal.
In the wilderness, elixirs can be found but not sought. They can strengthen the body, strengthen blood, and enhance future potential and strength. They are rare treasures.
But now the tribe has not yet reached the stage of accumulating potential. The strength is not enough. No matter how much potential there is, if it cannot be used, it will be a waste and it will be dead.
Therefore, although he regretted it, he could understand the tribe's thoughts.
"What is the growth trend of blood oats watered with the flesh and blood of first-level ferocious beasts? How long will it take to mature?"
"If you use the blood of first-level ferocious beasts and bury the corresponding visceral bones of ferocious beasts, the maturity period will take about two months. The effect of this elixir is really strange. It can actually use the blood of ferocious beasts to accelerate growth.
This is the first time I’ve seen it in so many years.”
The old witch doctor was amazed.
"Is this your first time seeing elixirs?"
The Piling Leopard laughed and taunted, which also highlighted the tribe's helplessness.
When the old witch doctor defeated all his peers in the tribe and became a witch doctor, the old witch doctor did not lie.
But in fact, the old witch doctor is making fun of himself by saying that the witch doctor is hiding in the tribe for the sake of safety and comfort.
In fact, the dangers faced by witch doctors are no less dangerous than hunters, and can even be said to be more dangerous.
Hunters can go out hunting in groups, which is dangerous most of the time, but there is still a chance to return.
The witch doctor, on the other hand, climbs mountains and wades in rivers alone to collect elixirs, and encounters countless dangers.
He has no one to help him, and it is impossible for the tribe to create more idlers.
Usually the old witch doctor is self-sufficient outside the tribe, hunting by himself, maintaining his life, and collecting elixirs.
But most of the time, the old witch doctor has no way to actually collect the elixir, because any elixir that survives in the wild is guarded by vicious beasts, and it is not easy to pick it.
After so many years, it was surprising that the old medicine man could survive outside the tribe.
"Does it take two months?"
Tang Xuanming nodded, clarifying most of his thoughts, and felt that many things suddenly became clear.
"It's a pity that there are not many such elixirs. After harvesting this wave, I don't know if they can be planted again in the future."
The old witch doctor lamented that elixirs were hard to come by, and extremely difficult to cultivate. The seven single seedlings now might be the most glorious moment for the tribe.
Tang Xuanming's eyes lit up. The old witch doctor, Pi Lingbao and others didn't know that blood oats could reproduce, but he knew it.
And don't look at the fact that there are only seven blood oat plants now. As long as they can mature and be harvested in the next step, a piece of land can definitely be planted.
Judging from the current performance characteristics, although blood oats like to drink the blood of ferocious beasts, most of their characteristics are still similar to wheat.
As long as planting can continue normally, Tang Xuanming can ensure that the tribe will not have to suffer from hunger in the future.
This is not to say that the tribes would completely stop relying on hunting and directly transform into an agricultural society. That would be unrealistic.
Blood oats themselves need to be watered with the blood of ferocious beasts. If the tribe does not hunt, there is no way to grow them.
Instead, the tribe can be selective and not select powerful ferocious beasts, but only hunt low-level ferocious beasts, and use the blood of those low-level ferocious beasts to irrigate the blood oats.
Utilize all these materials that are not usually used and turn them into food when hunting is not possible.
The situation of the tribe is changing bit by bit. The current tribe really cannot support idle people.
Tang Xuanming knew many dexterous mechanisms, such as bows and arrows, waterwheels, catapults, etc., but he couldn't make them directly.
Many materials in this advanced world are completely different from those in the original world, and many aspects need improvement and creation.
Tang Xuanming didn't have the time at all, and he didn't plan to spend too much time on this.
After all, his main goal is to be strong, and technical talents are not what he wants.
Many things can be created and learned by the tribe, not by one person alone, who does not have that ability.
What he needs is to lead a direction, give the tribe a specific goal, and then let them complete it.
For example, today's bows and arrows, the tribe has mastered the material discrimination and the selection of sinews of fierce beasts, and can be successfully made without relying on Tang Xuanming to complete it alone.
Tang Xuanming needs to change little by little.
It is an attempt to let the tribesmen learn writing.
This is how civilization is born bit by bit.
After seeing the blood oats growing well, Tang Xuanming returned to his house again, and his energy sank into his right hand.
Tang Xuanming felt his body light up, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already inside the altar.
The altar is no longer as empty as when he first came. There is a bookshelf as tall as a person in the open space on the left, which is filled with various martial arts secrets and knowledge about building materials and forging. It can be regarded as a small library.
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That was Tang Xuanming's biggest gain in the Song Dynasty. As a national advisor, he could easily gain everything.
Above his head, two bright stars twinkled, clear and bright.
One is the world that belongs to the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, and the other is the world of the Condor Heroes.
It seems that countless people can be seen walking and moving in both worlds.
Tang Xuanming took out a piece of animal skin and wrote on it the Ant King's Law that he had memorized countless times.
He glanced at the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, which had regained its stability, and the extremely bright world of the Song Dynasty.
After hesitating for a moment, he threw the animal skin in his hand into the center of Gujing Wubo's altar.
The animal hide flickered slightly, then disappeared.
Tang Xuanming, who had been looking at the sky, could clearly see that where the bright moon of Qin Dynasty was, an animal skin suddenly appeared on a grand altar.
It was the one he threw into the altar, and instantly he saw countless people cheering and watching their joy.
The animal skin was picked up by a mechanical arm, and the old-looking Master Ben looked up at the sky with tears streaming down his face.
A majestic and deep voice sounded in his ears.
“Preach My Dharma and be mindful of My words.”
Master Ban kowtowed heavily, and under the grand altar composed of countless gears, hundreds of Mohist disciples knelt on the ground, cheering for the return of the god.
Later generations will call that day the divine revelation.