Chapter 742 The inheritance from generation to generation
Before they knew it, it was completely dark. The jungle at night was very dangerous, so the two decided to rest here temporarily.
Under a stone wall to avoid the cold wind at night, the two people lit a bonfire and sat around, drinking water and eating. Although the battle just ended seemed to be logical and not beyond the plan, but Helfas
The whole process was extremely stressful.
It's okay during the process, but once you relax, you feel extremely tired.
After eating several pieces of breadfruit, he finally regained his composure.
Suddenly, Helfas took out the hat.
He first turned it over and looked at it, then raised his head and handed it to the farmer.
"Take this, take it!"
The farmer had noticed this thing before, but didn't know what it was.
"What's this?"
Helfas told the farmer.
"It can control this breadbasket field, letting you know the status of this farmland at all times, and know how to manage it to grow more fruits, and you don't have to worry about it turning into a human face tree again in the future.
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"But when wearing this hat, people are not allowed to leave this farmland."
The farmer took one look and refused.
"This should be yours."
Helfas said.
"I have no intention of staying in this farmland and being a farmer all the time."
"And didn't you say that you don't want this farmland to disappear and that you want it to be preserved?"
The farmer then reached out and took the hat. His posture seemed cautious, as if he was afraid that he would damage it if he moved too hard.
He has never seen such a magical thing and such magical power.
At the same time, he asked Helfas.
"What the hell are you?"
"Are you the one who has mastered the power of weirdness, or are you also a weirdo?"
Helfas shook his head.
"I don't know either, but I feel like I'm alone."
The farmer looked at the black-haired man in front of him and slowly lowered his head.
"Then it doesn't matter."
Helfas also looked at the farmer and asked him.
"Why isn't it important anymore?"
Farmer: "Even if it's weird, if a weird has intelligence and emotions, is it still a weird?"
Herfas: "It depends on what he thinks. He can think of himself as a person, or he can think of himself as a weirdo, or something else."
Farmer: "Then I'm glad that you can stand on the human side."
Helfas smiled: "Listening to you saying that, it's as if you insist that I am weird. Maybe I am a special person in the first place?"
Next, Helfas told him the true name of the sealed object, the Oil Bread Farmer's Hat, which was a type of writing that only appeared on pillars.
The person who controls it must remember its true name, and only those who know its true name can control the sealed object.
He took out a pen made from primitive bird feathers, dipped it in ink, and spread out the scroll on a stone.
"Remember it and see every stroke of it clearly!"
"This is very important."
The farmer doesn't need to know what it means, he just needs to know the strokes and how to write it.
He asked: "What is this?"
Helfas said: "I don't know, it may be a kind of writing, or it may be a mysterious incantation that records the rules."
Farmer: "Words, what are words?"
Helfas: "A carrier used to record everything in this world."
Herfas spoke in an understatement, as if the existence of words was a matter of course.
He stopped in the middle of writing and explained the concept of words to the farmer.
"We can see everything in the world, we can hear all kinds of sounds, and we have all kinds of ideas."
"But everything we see will disappear, everything we hear will be blown away by the wind, and the thoughts we once had will be forgotten."
"But words can record it all."
The farmer asked again: "Who has ever used it to record?"
There was also a trace of doubt in Helfas's eyes, because he had been thinking about this issue.
Yes, if this symbol is a kind of writing, then someone must have used it to record. So who were these people?
Dragon?
Or weird?
Or is there something else?
In the end, Helfas shook his head.
"Then I don't know. It may be some existence beyond our imagination!"
Under the sky.
The farmer knelt on the ground and watched carefully, while Herfas on the other side also knelt in front of a stone and slowly wrote a line of words with a pen.
Writing simply gave him an unparalleled sense of mystery, as if he was performing a sacred ritual.
He felt that this magical symbol contained the ultimate meaning and secret of the world and explained all truths.
At this moment, Helfas was thinking.
If he seals enough weird things, might he be able to know the meaning of all these words one day?
It took a while for the farmer to record this real name, and he wrote it many times on the ground before finally taking the next step.
This is also a question that Helfas has been imagining.
Can other people use sealed objects? Are there any necessary conditions for using sealed objects?
Helfas didn't dare to try it before because there was only one Biphasic Demonic Insect Face and it was too dangerous, but this new sealed object was just right.
The risk is very low and completely within control.
The farmer put on his hat, used the sealed item, the oil-bread farmer's hat, according to the method taught to him by Professor Herfas, and slowly closed his eyes.
And what moved with it was the hat made of woven roots.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
The roots in the hat squirmed, and a little bit of entanglement covered the farmer's head, as if they were attached to the farmer's scalp.
At the same time, the farmer's perspective has also changed.
I also felt this large farmland.
That kind of sensation is neither visual nor auditory, but a feeling similar to physical touch.
It was as if the entire farmland had become a part of his body.
In the middle of the farmland, Herfas asked him: "How is it?"
The farmer walked forward with his eyes closed: "It's amazing that I seemed to hear my own footsteps underground and felt the vibrations caused by the two of us walking."
The two of them just kept walking forward, circling around the farmland, and finally came to a blank place.
There was originally a breadbasket tree here, but because of Helfas's battle with the human face tree, it was eventually wiped out.
Here the farmer squatted down, his hands touching the ground.
suddenly.
There are roots extending little by little from the ground, growing slowly under the moonlight.
The large damage caused by the battle between Helfas and the Human Face Tree was slowly being repaired. When he saw a new bread tree branch growing in the farmland, he knew that the farmer had truly mastered the seal.
usage of things.
Helfas nodded. Sure enough, he was not the only one to use the ability of the sealed object.
However, after just making a few ramets, the farmer felt weak and squatted on the ground gasping for air.
"What's wrong?"
The farmer told Helfas: "It takes a lot of energy to control this power, and I can't bear it."
Helfas looked at it: "I can do part of it in one day, and slowly repair it over time. By then, this farmland will definitely return to its former glory, and even be even wider."
When he sat down, Helfas warned the farmer again.
"Remember, you must remember its true name and never forget it."
Farmer: "What if I forget?"
Helfas said with great certainty that this was a new piece of extraordinary knowledge that he had just confirmed in the backlash of the Biphasic Demonic Insect.
"Once the person who controls the sealed object forgets its true name, it will lose control and become weird again."
"Until one day someone remembers its true name, it can be sealed again."
"If one day."
"No one in this world remembers its true name anymore, then it will be completely free from the seal."
Farmer: "But one day I die, what will I do? It will become the same again."
Herfas: "Didn't you say that people will not die? They just change into another form. So, are children also another continuation of human life?"
"Even if one day you are gone and can no longer guard this farmland, then give your hat to the next generation and let young people become new farmers."
"It is passed down endlessly and from generation to generation."
Helfas stood quietly, looking at the farmer squatting on the ground to rest, his dark eyes shining slightly.
The farmer seemed a little shocked when he heard what Helfas said.
He stuttered a little and said: "Will the name and hat of farmer be passed down from generation to generation?"
Helfas nodded.
"farmer!"
"I know about your existence because I heard it from someone in a settlement on the other side of the mountain."
"I saw it when I came here. Their lives are not easy and difficult."
The farmer understood what Herfas meant. He suggested that he no longer be alone and wanted to persuade him to live with those people.
He told Helfas: "They are not you, they are afraid of me."
Helfas said: "People are afraid of things they don't understand, but when you are willing to understand them and let them understand you, the situation will be different."
"Give it a try, don't worry they won't be able to accept you."
"We are all people struggling to survive in this world. If we can survive better by coming together, why not do that?"
The farmer listened to Helfas's words and made a certain decision.
He nodded: "I understand."
Seeing that the farmer agreed, Helfas nodded and said nothing more.
But when he fell asleep at night, Helfas suddenly felt something.
"There is movement."
Helfas suddenly felt danger, as if something strange was approaching, and he immediately opened his eyes.
Helfas, who was huddled under the corner, immediately stood up and looked into the distance.
He put his hand on the mask.
The perspective immediately changed.
Following the feeling and breath, I kept walking forward, and as I got closer to Helfas, I found myself in a place that was overflowing with familiarity.
"In a tree pit?"
Helfas walked a few steps further and came to the tree pit.
Looking towards the tree pit, he quietly crouched down.
It was a small sapling.
Although the human-faced tree did not regenerate after many years, a new strange bread tree sapling was born between death and rebirth.
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In the mountains.
In front of a large natural cave, six or seven men holding pointed wooden sticks and wrapped in animal skins came back carrying three bloody wounded people. These were the ones responsible for hunting.
However, it seems that they did not gain much from this hunting operation and paid a heavy price.
The men in the hunting team were shouting, and the women and children in the cave immediately ran out and helped place the injured in the cave.
"Where are the others? Why are you the only ones back?" a middle-aged woman said while gesturing with her hands.
"They're all dead." The young man in the hunting team lowered his head.
"What did you encounter?" the middle-aged woman asked loudly.
"There are several dragon beasts as tall as three people. They can fill our cave." The young man is still trembling when he thinks about it now.
Hunting in this era is a very dangerous behavior, because the dangers dragon people face are not actually weirdness, weirdness is more like a disaster to them.
And all kinds of dragon beasts are the real dangers they have to face.
In this dense jungle, there are countless dragon beasts that are more than a few meters long. Each of them is not something that dragon people can challenge. Even those "little beasts" that are more than one meter high can also cause fatal damage to them.
Not to mention, there are still behemoths in the jungle that are ten or even ten meters long.
"You go eat something first and then take a nap."
The middle-aged woman said nothing more and asked the frightened youth of the hunting team to go to bed while she led others to take care of the wounded.
This is a Dragonite settlement with only a few dozen people. Their prime-age labor force was originally small, and now they can no longer afford the losses.
The middle-aged woman skillfully directed everyone to get busy, and everyone looked anxious and sad.
But more than sadness, I am more worried about what to do next. There is a group of dangerous and large carnivorous dragon beasts nearby. Will they attack here?
Even if we don't attack here, how will we solve the food and survival problems for everyone next?
Just collecting fruits won't solve the problem.
at this time.
The two people pushed aside the leaves in the jungle, crossed the stream at the foot of the mountain, and arrived at the cave. They were immediately noticed by the people in the cave.
Helfas deliberately revealed his figure, stood in front of the cave, looked up at the old ginkgo tree, and waited quietly.
After a while, the leader of the tribe came to him.
"You're here again."
However, while talking to Helfas, the leader also looked at the farmer beside him.
"I know you, the one who lives over the mountain."
Helfas saw the busy figures coming in and out of the cave, and also heard the painful groans of the wounded.
He asked the leader: "What happened?"
The leader's face was a little ugly, but he still told what happened to them.
Helfas also remembered something at this time. When he came here before, he saw those big guys who were five or six meters tall and ten or twenty meters long.
The opponent moved like an earthquake. Perhaps it was the enemy that the hunting team encountered. It was indeed not a "jungle overlord" that ordinary people could deal with.
After hearing this, Helfas asked the leader.
"Those large dragon beasts have appeared nearby and seem to have endangered your home and safety. Do you have any ideas?"
The leader looked gloomy, she hadn't decided yet.
Should I stay here or rebuild my home somewhere else?
Originally, Herfas was still thinking of seeing if there was any way to persuade the other party, or to use some strategies.
But now, he decided to go straight to the point.
Herfas made a suggestion.
"Actually, the reason why we came to you this time is to provide you with a new place. It is safe there and there will be no invasion by dragon beasts."
"And there is food there. You can work with the farmers to cultivate the food there. In the future, you will have enough food to live peacefully even if you don't hunt."
"The food there is enough for hundreds of people, not to mention dozens of people, to survive in the future."
The leader said: "I know where the disappeared tribe once was, right? There are weird things there."
"The food there is faulty, and I know it."
Helfas pointed at the farmer and said with certainty.
"But the problem has been solved. It's completely different now and there is no danger."
"And the farmer has been eating the food there for many years. Look at him. Do you think there's anything wrong with him?"
The leader looked at the farmer, but he was still doubtful.
The farmer said at this time: "If you don't believe me, you can send a few people to go with me to have a look, and then make a decision."
At night, Herfas and the farmer rested outside under the ginkgo tree.
They deftly took out the breadfruit and served it as their dinner.
even.
Herfas also roasted breadfruit over fire. He recently discovered that breadfruit becomes more fragrant and delicious after being roasted in this way.
After roasting, he broke open the shell vigorously.
The fragrance immediately spread out and even reached the cave.
"It smells so good!" The young people and children in the cave couldn't help smelling the smell.
"Don't come close, there's something wrong with the food." But the elder immediately stopped them and warned them seriously.
"But aren't they eating too?" The young people and children looked outside.
"They eat so deliciously." The sound of swallowing came from the cave.
Deeper into the night, people have fallen into a deep sleep.
The cry of a large carnivore came from the distance.
"Haha~" The hoarse growl made people's hearts tremble.
"Dong buzz...dong buzz...dong buzz..." The rhythmic footsteps of the large dragon beast came with the vibration, seeming to hit the bottom of everyone's heart.
"Hehehe~" The voice seemed not far away. The people in the cave were completely sleepless. They got up one by one and took weapons, but those wooden sticks and stones did not give them a sense of security at all.
Early the next morning, the leader of the tribe seemed to have changed his mind.
She found Herfas and the farmer and asked them very seriously.
"Is the place you mentioned really safe?"
"If we move there, will these dragon beasts appear nearby?"
Helfas said: "No, they won't be around there."
Although the bread tree is a weird thing that is too weak to be considered weird, it is still weird, and its location is not something that ordinary dragon beasts dare to invade easily.
Leader: "Does this mean there is still something strange there?"
The farmer said: "I guarantee you that the original weirdness has disappeared and it is now a real livable place."
at last.
The leader called a few people and decided to go and have a look in person.
Many things seem difficult, but once you take the first step, they don't seem so difficult.
They saw the farmland for the first time and were amazed by its beauty.
They carefully touched the shrub in the sun and shouted, but in the end there was no danger.
Someone carefully tasted the breadfruit for the first time, and then the entire tribe began to eat it.
They baked breadfruit like Herfas, and then cracked it open. Everyone rushed up with shouts to taste this different method and delicacy.
In this way, people gradually become familiar and trust each other.
at last.
Under the leadership of the farmer, they left the cave with all their belongings and moved towards the farmland.
On the mountain path, they gathered into a long queue.
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“It’s really delicious!”
"I feel like I can never eat enough."
"Be careful not to damage its roots, otherwise the fruit will be less and not tasty."
"Remember to water, but don't water too much."
Helfas saw a group of people busy in the farmland. The farmer was teaching them how to take care of the bread trees and how to make the bread trees bear more fruits.
Everyone was sweating profusely from exhaustion, and then sat around the corner of the farmland to eat. Everyone ate breadfruit, their mouths full of crumbs, and then showed happy smiles.
From distrust to final choice and coexistence.
Helfas has been silently witnessing the entire process, watching this ordinary change.
Vaguely.
He seemed to see the birth of a brand new tribe that relied on cultivation.
And after doing all this, he decided to set off again.
Helfas and the farmer walked through the farmland together, looking at the fields that were more lush than before, and the new fruits that had not yet grown on the short trees.
Both of them were extremely pleased.
The farmer has become more talkative recently and is not so shy.
Wearing a farmer's hat, he looked at his farmland and suddenly asked Helfas a question.
"If, like you said, we can insist on passing it on from generation to generation, what will it become in the end?"
"Will it break the rules of the past and become different from before?"
"Of course, it's going to get better and better, and it's going to be more and more prosperous, and there's going to be things that have never been seen before," Helfas said.
Farmer: "Really?"
Helfas: "Definitely!"
Helfas said it with great certainty, without any hesitation. The old man had never seen a person so sure about the future he had in this weird world.
But at this moment, he really believed it.
The two of them crossed the end of the farmland, and Helfas took a few steps forward, pushed his backpack and looked back.
As a result, he saw the farmer waving vigorously towards him.
Then his face turned red and he shouted excitedly.
"bid farewell!"
Helfas smiled and said to him.
"wrong."
"Don't say goodbye when you say goodbye."
The farmer stopped and was a little at a loss: "What do you mean?"
Helfas said: "Say goodbye."
Helfas also waved at him and responded: "See you next time."
The farmer raised his hands high, stood on tiptoes and waved with all his strength, shouting at the top of his lungs.
The two of them were obviously facing each other, but they seemed to be afraid that the other party wouldn't hear.
"Goodbye, black-haired man."
Helfas was not used to such enthusiasm, and his response seemed much more reserved.
He said.
"Goodbye, farmer."
Helfas kept walking towards the distance until he was very far away and looked back again.
At this moment, he saw the dazzling golden sun at noon, which was as thick and colorful as an oil painting.
He saw the farmer standing in the breadbasket field, the dense breadfruit trees covering his waist, and the primitive bird landing on his shoulder, spreading its wings vigorously.
Like a scarecrow guarding his farmland.
After watching quietly for a while, Helfas lowered his head slightly.
He took out a hat that looked like a hat, but it looked much smaller. He raised it with one hand and put it on his head.
In the basket on his back, there was a small sapling growing quietly in a clay pot, with small fruits on it.
Helfas's farmer's hat.
A second piece of breadfruit farmland can be opened up. The little saplings seem to be pregnant with hope and the future.