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"Maybe some tribal chief. I don't know."
Rong Yue sighed: "There are still not enough people..."
Tian Yang took a step forward and stood sideways in front of Rong Yue, blocking some wind for him: "The time is short, and there will be more in the future. Women can give birth."
Rong Yue snorted, as if she just jumped out of this concept. Indeed, this is common sense, Rong Yue understands. But maybe the game world has been around for a long time, and is naturally insensitive to things like population and fertility.
Want more people? Start an event! When the holidays come, the crowds are full of people...
Rong Yue rubbed the ends of her hair awkwardly: "After that, will Guo Guo have a baby?"
The word baby is very unfamiliar to Tianyang, but the magic of language is that when you use it in a sentence, you can roughly know what it means.
Tian Yang nodded: "Not only Guoguo, but if you work hard in the winter, Lushui will soon have cubs. There are more than a dozen young couples in the tribe, and they will grow up ten years after the cubs are born."
When there are more and more people in the tribe looking right in the eye, there will be more and more cubs, and naturally there will be more people...
Rong Yue suddenly felt a sense of urgency: "No! Let's quickly plan the streets and residential areas! If Guoguo and the others do give birth, they can't still live in this kind of cabin!"
The small wooden house was only built in an emergency. In fact, it should have been demolished a long time ago. It’s just that there has never been a particularly good carpenter and mason in the tribe. It is everyone’s limit to propose a small wooden house for discussion.
This time, came back from the salt department with strong labor and craftsmen. It's time to plan well and officially build a house!
In addition, ditches should be dug on the other side of the tomato field in Nianzitian to prevent another torrential rain from flooding the fields. If Rongyue is not there, it will be the end of nothing.
Thinking about it this way, the planning at the bottom of the rift has to be slowed down, the ketchup factory and the horizontal pool of water have to be pushed back, as well as his slide...
It's a pity for Rong Yue, he wanted to build a slide and slide down for a long time, maybe it will become a scenic spot in the future.
If there is no ski resort, it would be good to have a grass skating area...
There are still about four months before winter officially arrives. Before that, there was a large gathering that was held every year, covering all the nearby tribes, including the Salt Ministry, and they had to go.
Rong Yue: "In this way, for the first winter, we still have three months to prepare. For more cold-resistant materials, we have to promote our french fries, ketchup, and peanut butter at the market. The premise is that the potatoes will be planted smoothly, and the peanuts will also be successful..."
"Tomatoes can already be planted one by one, and there are still more than ten days for the mandibles to ripen and harvest. The mutant wheat we saw today, even if the first harvested grains are all planted, there will only be a few hundred grains. Before this winter, we will I can’t eat pasta anymore, I still have to rely on jerky.”
"Dolphin beasts can only be increased by catching for a while. If we want to eat the little dolphin beasts that we have raised and regenerated, it will not be until next year. The premise is that they do not freeze to death in winter... In this way, hay is also Be prepared, otherwise what will they eat?"
The more Rong Yue thought about it, the more troubled he became. In the past, when he was the Pope, he never had to think about these matters of livelihood.
This is enough to keep him busy, and he can even dominate him for the next three months.
Rong Yue rambled about the plan, and was silent for a long time after that.
He looked at the man who was silently shielding him from the wind, and said helplessly: "Tianyang, don't you blame me?"
Tian Yang turned around and faced Rong Yue: "Do what you want to do."
"Then where do you want to go?"
"Go to Hoshino." Tian Yang's face was expressionless, neither eager nor anxious, as if stating a fact: "Because you don't like the way I am now."
Rong Yue was lost for a moment.
Tian Yang continued: "You are escaping to Xingye."
Rong Yue: "..." He was speechless, and there was a burst of remorse in his heart.
How transparent is Tianyang?
After walking through it and getting along for a day, I guessed that there was a new person inside, and I saw it without saying it.
After knowing his attitude, he silently kept a distance. Before the demonic energy erupted, he never did anything beyond the norm, and cooperated with him no matter what he wanted to do.
Rong Yue thought that his sanity was disintegrating after being hit by demonic energy, but it seemed that he understood it very well.
Compared with the normal Tianyang, I actually don't like this uncontrolled, strange Tianyang. But he was running away unconsciously, afraid of going to Hoshino, and after solving Tianyang's problem, he would have to face a choice of feelings.
In this situation, he can still avoid making a decision because Tianyang is in a special state, but once he recovers?
Rong Yue's own moral values, it is absolutely impossible for him to allow himself to enjoy other people's efforts, but pretend not to see it.
Like it or not? After Hoshino, he had to make a choice.
"Go to Xingye." Rong Yue exhaled and said, "You are right, I am running away. This is very unfair to you."
Tian Yang shook his head: "Do what you want."
It was only then that Rong Yue had a strong impulse, hoping to be better for Tian Yang. Tolerance is always mutual, whether as friends or lovers, these always require feedback.
He can't enjoy endlessly and refuse to give, even if he finally chooses to be friends.
Thinking of this, Rong Yue suddenly felt relieved.
Maybe it feels good to face it.
The next day, freckles rushed into the small wooden building: "Yue sacrifice! I have compiled the poem!"
After a pause, he stammered: "What's wrong, this is so serious..."
I saw a few stewards in the tribe gathered in the middle of the small building, sitting around a newly made round table.
Rong Yue raised her hand: "Don't be noisy, be serious, this is a round table meeting!"
Freckles froze for a moment and said excitedly, "It sounds so cool!"
Old Wood: "I've seen both wooden houses and stone houses, but it's really rare to mix wood and stone together."