The Midland was way too vast. Even with Mr Crow's highest flying speed and Si Wen Ming's magics, it still took Ji Hao over a month to truly set his foot on that incomparably vast piece of land in the middle of the Midland.
Ji Hao jumped down from Mr Crow's back and landed heavily on the ground. The ground was covered with thick, oily, black soil. Ji Hao was wearing a pair of straw shoes, which were woven from fine grass. The oily, black soil covered his feet, giving him a strange feeling.
Ji Hao quietly sensed this feeling.
Stepping on this piece of land with his feet, Ji Hao felt like a seed that had fallen into the earth and was gently wrapped by the fertile soil, while a strong and ancient power surrounded him. This was such a strange piece of land, but Ji Hao sensed a sense of 'home' in this place, a sense of 'origin'.
Man Man carelessly dropped the hammer, laughed out loud, and ran around the room. Many kinds of flowers and plants in the Midland were different from those in the Southern Wasteland. Man Man would happily stare at a grass that she had never seen before for half a day.
Si Wen Ming stood beside Ji Hao, looking at him with a big smile, without saying anything to disturb Ji Hao.
After a long, long while, Ji Hao slowly opened his eyes. He sensed that a mysterious connection had been established between him and this piece of land. Both his entire body and soul seemed to have become much heavier, and the connection between him and the natural power had also become much closer.
"Uncle, something magical seems to have happened to me." Ji Hao looked at Si Wen Ming and said honestly, "The Midland is so magical."
"The Midland is the center of this world, the place where this world was first created, and our humankind originated from here." Said Si Wen Ming gently, "Many of our people who were born in the Midland will never have such a clear understanding of this world as you have in their entire lives. You have such a deep understanding of this world, your talent is far beyond my most optimistic estimation. This is good, really good. "
Si Wen Ming smilingly squatted down, grabbed a handful of black soil and squeezed it into a small ball.
"Hao, you have sensed the original will of this world, this is great. You have to remember, this land belongs to us. " Si Wen Ming looked at Ji Hao seriously and said, "The owner of this land is us, not any other race. Because our bloodline is permanently connected to this land, no one can separate us. "
Ji Hao looked at Si Wen Ming and slowly nodded.
Man Man, who had been pressing a small animal against the ground and trying her best to open its mouth to see if it ate grass or meat, curiously turned around and glanced at Ji Hao and Si Wen Ming.
The atmosphere between the two of them was especially sacred and solemn. Man Man blinked her eyes, then paid all of her attention to the little beast.
"Ah, your teeth are flat? Big brother said that those with flat teeth all eat grass … In the Southern Wasteland, I have never seen a little guy like you, what kind of grass do you like to eat? " In the next moment, a large handful of grass, which was powerful enough to choke this little beast to death, was thrown into its mouth by Man Man.
Si Wen Ming didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. He called Man Man back, and at the same time, saved this poor little beast. He didn't cast any magic, instead, he walked towards the central area of the continent with Man Man and Man Man. After walking for hundreds of miles, artificially cultivated farmlands appeared in the surrounding area.
The farmlands were spread out neatly, and between the farmlands, tender green sprouts popped up sporadically. Near and far, elderly men and women, who were wrapped in animal skins, were squatting in the farmlands, carefully removing the weeds around the tender green sprouts.
Seeing Ji Hao, Man Man and Man Man, those people who had been working in the farmlands stood up one after another and smilingly greeted them.
Si Wen Ming smilingly bowed to them, then started the conversation as if he was familiar with them, "Are these the grains you've planted? They don't seem to be bad. You've opened up such a large farmlands, it seems that your clans are quite prosperous! "
Ji Hao's pupils shone with a golden-red light. He looked around and found that, as Si Wen Ming said, the farmlands in the surrounding area had the area of hundreds of thousands of acres. The soil in this area was so fertile, and the natural power was so rich; therefore, the grain yield of each acre of land must be quite high.
In the Southern Wasteland, clans mostly relied on hunting for food, but in the Midland, had large-scale farming clans already emerged? Hundreds of thousands of acres of farmland, this clan must have tens of thousands of people, right? It was indeed a thriving, large clan.
Si Wen Ming wasn't in a hurry, instead, he squatted in the farmlands, excitedly discussing the experiences of planting grains with a few elderly men. From sowing seeds, fertilizing, weeding, to irrigation, bird repelling, and so on, Si Wen Ming was able to tell them everything about the farmlands. Obviously, he was also an expert in farming.
Ji Hao smilingly stood beside Si Wen Ming, listening to the conversation between Si Wen Ming and those elderly men.
Although he didn't know why Si Wen Ming wanted to stay in this place, Ji Hao knew that Si Wen Ming would never do anything that was meaningless. Therefore, he quietly listened and carefully observed.
Man Man dropped her pair of hammers, ran aside while giggling. Not long after that, she found an old yellow cow and rode on the cow's back, trying very hard to turn around, trying to grab the cow's tail and play with it.
Seeing Man Man's innocent look, the few elderly men immediately chuckled as well, their eyes filled with kindness.
Perhaps Si Wen Ming was familiar with the farming and mulberry fields, or Man Man's naivety had won the favor of those elderly people. Not long after that, the few elderly people warmly invited Ji Hao, Man Man, and Man Man to their clans to take a rest.
Si Wen Ming smilingly accepted the invitation of those elderly men. The three of them followed those elderly men, walked for tens of miles along the flat path in the farmlands, passed through a small forest, and came to a clan that was built beside a river bend.
Small wooden houses lined up neatly along the river. This clan, which had tens of thousands of people, was well planned. The village was surrounded by low wooden walls, and all the streets were paved with flagstones, looking clean and tidy, at least much cleaner than those Southern Wasteland clans.
In the village, large groups of children gathered together, some were playing with sticks and fists, some were arranging all kinds of farming tools, and some were feeding large groups of domesticated poultry. What made Ji Hao's scalp numb was that some older children were writing some simple, ancient characters on the sand with twigs under the guidance of a white-haired elderly man.
Words!
Not spell symbols that could connect with ghosts and gods, or that had immeasurable magical powers, but words, words that any ordinary people could learn.
In the Southern Wasteland, the most primitive words were secretly passed down from generation to generation among Maguspriests, and could only be used to write some simple words. But in the Midland, in the most remote clan, they had already consciously taught the next generation to write words.
This was civilization!
Ji Hao slightly quivered, and his fine hairs stood straight up one after another. Only now did he truly realize that he had truly left the Southern Wasteland, and stepped into a world that was completely different from the Southern Wasteland.
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