Chapter 599 Friend, Lend Me some Leaves

Earl Rebinia led the most powerful farmer in Drogo City, the senior earth magician Drov, along the newly built rammed earth road, passing Iron Sand City, Stromgarde, and crossing a steel bridge , turned a big bend, and finally arrived outside Beifeng City.

What she saw and heard along the way made Rebinia dumbfounded: "Isn't this a big change? Why is Northwind City developing so well? Isn't this a desert? Why are there so many trees?"

Derov was also surprised: "Look at the water and soil, it shouldn't be possible to grow trees. What kind of tree is this? Jujube tree? What kind of tree is that? It's also a jujube tree? Why haven't you seen this species? Is it a new species? "

As a high-level magician and also a Druid, Drove is an experienced farmer and the most powerful farmer in Drogo City.

You can tell from his name that he still has an unclear relationship with Drogo City, so he is usually very arrogant and looks down on ordinary farmers or druids.

If it hadn't been for Rebinia's repeated emphasis that coming to participate in the grain seed competition could show his formidable planting level to the "hillies" in North Wind City, he would never be bothered to go to the North Wind Desert to participate in the grain seed competition.

Thinking about it with your toes, you can know that there are no high-yielding grains in the barren mountains of Beifeng City. It would be nice to be able to grow something.

Unexpectedly, before entering the territory of Beifeng City, he felt that something was wrong. Beifeng City was not as desolate as he imagined. Anyway, there were new varieties of crops that he had never seen before, such as this Unknown jujube trees on both sides of the road.

There is even a jujube tree that I don't know?

What surprised him was that the jujubes were still covered with jujube branches while pedestrians were coming and going on the road. This was an incredible scene.

You know, there is famine everywhere in this world, not to mention green dates, even leaves, bark, and roots, sometimes it is difficult to keep them in their original positions. Is there no shortage of food in Beifeng City?

But even if there is no shortage of food, the poor will always have it. No one picks the jujube trees planted by the roadside. Could it be that the people in Beifeng City are of high quality?

This strong question kept lingering in his mind until he met a farmer enjoying the cool shade under a sprouting tree. He couldn't bear it any longer and got down from the carriage to ask.

The farmer looked at him and smiled honestly: "The guest must have come from afar. Do you know the God of Planting?"

"The God of Planting? A druid?" Drov raised his eyebrows and said with some dissatisfaction.

Planting is a matter of knowledge and experience. What he hates the most is to associate it with gods and ghosts. Those guys who ask gods and witches all day long are poor farmers. Pin the output on the blessing of the gods.

Just like this time to eliminate the typhoon, it was obviously done by the magicians and warlocks of the Undead Empire and the Warlock Alliance, but there are still many farmers who regard it as a miracle, a blessing from some kind of god, and Drov hates it very much this kind of thing.

However, he could hear the dissatisfaction in Derov's tone, the farmer smiled, didn't say anything, just muttered something to the jujube tree, then climbed up the tree briskly, picked two green dates and came down.

One of them was stuffed into his mouth, and there was a crackling sound when he bit it out. Obviously, these green dates were extremely crisp.

Some juice splashed out from the cracked place, and some water mist creaked. It is obvious that the green dates have a lot of water.

A satisfied smile appeared on the farmer's face. Obviously, these green dates are extremely sweet.

Drov couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and looked up at the green dates on the tree. If it wasn't for the magician's restraint to stop him, he might use magic to knock down the green dates on the tree.

The farmer didn't intend to whet his appetite, but for some special reasons, the farmer had to demonstrate clearly first, because the people who were hurt before blamed him.

The farmer ate half a green date, and then asked: "The guest, do you know the god of life? What about the goddess of harvest? Don't you know?"

At this time, Rebinia in the carriage poked her head out and said, "I know the Harvest Goddess."

Feeling relieved, the farmer hurriedly asked: "Then would you like to say: May you be rich in fruit, full of rice and wheat, and have a bumper harvest year after year?"

Rebinia was a little curious about what the farmer wanted to do, so she quickly said something cooperative.

After she finished speaking, the farmer handed her another green date, climbed up the tree again, and picked another one.

Rebinia bit on the green date, her eyes lit up suddenly.

After driving all morning, tired, hungry and thirsty, she suddenly ate a sweet, juicy and crispy green date. Rebinia felt refreshed all over her body, and said involuntarily, "It's so sweet."

"Sweet, Goddess of Harvest blesses you, you can taste the sweetest fruit." The farmer laughed honestly.

Derov understood a bit, and asked with a frown, "I'm not a believer in the Goddess of Harvest, so I can't eat these green dates?"

The farmer quickly waved his hand: "No, no, you can eat it, here it is."

The farmer handed the newly picked green date to Drov and said, "Although you are not a believer in the God of Planting, the God of Life, or the Goddess of Harvest, you can eat it. Anyone can eat it, but..."

Before the farmer finished speaking, Derov took a bite of the green date, but the bland and sticky taste made him spit it out involuntarily: "Bah! What the hell? It's too bad right?"

"Oh oh oh, it's over, I haven't said it yet, finish it..." The farmer said anxiously: "Anyone can eat it, but if you are not a believer of the three gods, you can't feel the sweetness of the fruit. It's over, it's over, You spit it out? You're wasting food, you're in trouble."

"Oh? I'm in trouble? Anyone else dare to trouble me? Very well, I'll wait here to see who dares to trouble a senior magician." Derov said angrily.

He was a little skeptical now, this farmer picked an unripe date to trick him, it was normal, in this era when going out, thieves and robbers are common, cheating and abducting also appeared endlessly, without a little strength, if you dare to go far, you are looking for death.

So he deliberately reported his identity as a senior magician to see who would dare to trouble a senior magician.

The farmer was about to cry: "No, I, you, alas, anyone can eat green dates, but those who don't believe in the three gods will not be able to eat the sweetness of green dates, but they can fill their stomachs. If anyone is hungry Even if you don’t believe in the gods, you can still eat enough, but you must not waste it, or you will be in trouble.”

"Oh? What's the trouble?" Derov asked leisurely.

The farmer said pitifully: "I will have diarrhea, I hope you brought enough leaves to wipe your ass."

Derov's face changed, and he subconsciously thought: "Magicians don't use leaves to rub..." Then he heard a thunderous sound from his abdomen, and felt an endless desire to defecate.

Drov's face turned green, and he said anxiously: "You poisoned the date! Uh... catch him, don't let him escape..."

When he couldn't finish talking, he turned his head and ran to the side of the road, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and a hollow round mud column rose from the soil on the side of the road. When Derov lifted his robe and sat on it, he heard a gust of water gushing into the sea. The sound of no return.

There is also Rebinia with the same green face, because she also ate a green date, while Drov only ate half of it and spit it out, which is like a little juice on her mouth. so?

Although there was no reaction in her stomach, Libinia was still hesitant to find the pit in advance. She didn't have the ability to find the pit in advance like Drov.

But at this time the farmer had already turned his head tremblingly, and said anxiously: "Madam, you have to testify to me that you also ate green dates, and I didn't poison you. The mage did this because he wasted food and was punished." The curse of the gods is none of my business."

The farmer's expression didn't look like a lie, and Libinia didn't feel like she was going to be furious. She didn't reject the gods like Drov. Hearing the words, she asked, "You really didn't poison it?"

"Really, no, everyone here knows that wasting food will be cursed by the gods. Diarrhea is the lightest thing. If it is serious, it will turn red and blister all over, and even die." The farmer hurriedly argued.

"Red and bubbling?" Rebinia's face changed drastically, and she hurriedly asked: "I ate it too, and I didn't have diarrhea. Could it be red and bubbling? Is it an allergy? I'm not a believer in the gods, no Will something happen?"

It’s okay to have diarrhea, don’t pull it out in public, it’s fine, but redness and long blisters? God, will it be disfigured?

The farmer shook his head: "You won't, you prayed to the goddess of harvest, the gods let you taste the sweetness of green dates, you will be fine."

"It's really so amazing? Just pray?" Rebinia still couldn't believe it.

The farmer nodded affirmatively: "That's how amazing it is."

At this time, a couple with seven children came to the road, said hello to the farmer, and then the family knelt under a jujube tree and prayed devoutly.

After finishing, several children climbed to the tree, picked eighteen green dates, two for each person, no more, no less, gnawing all the way back.

Obviously, they were not the only ones who ate the green dates. Seeing the familiar attitude of the family, it was obviously not the first time they ate these green dates.

"Who are they?" Rebinia asked curiously.

"Oh, the poor in the city were recruited by the chamber of commerce to manage the vegetables in the greenhouse. They could eat, but his family had too many children and the money they earned was not enough to eat, so they would come here to pick two green dates to eat every day." Farmer explained.

"Greenhouse vegetables?" Rebinia frowned. She seemed to have heard the term before, but she didn't bother to ask for a while, but asked another question: "Why only two? Can't you pick more? Two Can one eat enough?"

The farmer explained: "This is a gift from the gods, but the gods don't support lazy people. If you eat two, you can survive from starvation. If you want to eat enough, you can work yourself."

After speaking, he added: "If you eat too much, you will have diarrhea."

"Then can I not eat it? I'll pick some more and put it away, and I'll eat it tomorrow, so I don't have to run out again and again. Will this also cause diarrhea?" Rebinia asked.

If it could be done like this, there would definitely not be any of these green dates left, and someone would definitely pick them all up and sell them in the city. You only need to eat two at a time, and pray before eating.

The farmer said: "No diarrhea, but redness and blisters."

Rebinia asked a few more questions, and the farmer answered them one by one, which made her even more puzzled. The existence of these green dates seems to be for people to maintain the minimum food security. It’s not okay to eat the next meal, you must pick it and eat it now.

If you pray, it will be very sweet, and you can do it without prayer, but it will taste like chewy meat, but it can fill your stomach, which is very strange. What if people who don’t believe in God come to eat, can they still fill their stomachs?

"Okay, the gods don't care about beliefs, as long as they don't waste it." The farmer said, "But they can't taste the sweetness of green dates, and they wouldn't eat them if they weren't hungry."

Hearing this, Rebinia immediately understood why the green dates were left on the tree instead of being picked off. This design is too subtle.

Believe it, it's delicious, don't believe it, you can eat it, it doesn't matter if you don't believe me, you won't starve to death anyway, if you believe me, it's delicious, but you can't eat too much.

There is a feeling of Notre Dame relief.

Hearing this, Rebinia was already sure that it was not the farmer who poisoned her. This kind of rhetoric cannot be made up by a farmer.

Realizing this, Rebinia suddenly had an urge to ask, "Can I have another one?"

The farmer quickly said: "Yes, everyone can eat two at a time, and I will pick it for you..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Rebinia stretch out her hand and flick it, and a green date fell out.

The farmer's eyes were wide open. It turned out that this lady's martial arts skills are so high. I heard the cave dwarves in the tavern brag that at least the sword master can show their fighting spirit. My God, a female sword master.

Rebinia prayed piously, her attitude was much more correct than the first time, and then she bit on the green date, a sweeter and refreshing taste burst out of her tongue, even more delicious than the one just now.

Can the attitude of prayer also determine the taste of green dates?

At this time, Derov came back with a pale face, he could only rub, his legs were weak and he couldn't walk, and then he saw Leibinia eating the second green date, and he yelled weakly: "You still eat it?" ?poisonous."

Rebinia shook her head: "Master Drov, I'm fine. What he said is probably true. It's easy to prove what he said. You tell your followers not to pray, but to eat one."

Naturally, the convoy was not limited to Rebinia and Drov. As a high-level magician, he still had several followers. He immediately selected two followers, one who did not pray and the other who prayed, and they all went to the date tree in the distance On the table, randomly pick two green dates and eat them separately.

The praying man's eyes lit up, and he happily finished eating the green dates.

The one who didn't pray had a bitter face on the spot, but he didn't dare to spit it out. He had seen what happened to Derov, so he chewed and swallowed it.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response, and Derov motioned him to eat the remaining half, and then: "Spit it out."

The one who didn't pray had no choice but to spit it out, waited for a few seconds, and suddenly his belly was like thunder, and quickly rushed to the side of the hollow mud pillar sitting pit that had been built in advance.

so amazing? If it’s okay not to pray, but not to waste it? Sang Bada, can this green jujube understand human speech or what?

I do not believe! Droff pulled the first praying follower over and ordered him to eat the second green date and spit it out.

"Physical problems must be because everyone's physique is different, so some people have diarrhea and others don't." Derov comforted himself bluntly.

Then he was disappointed. The first follower ate the green dates and spit them out. A few seconds later, his belly was like thunder, and he went to the side of the road to occupy a pit.

"I don't believe it, it's impossible, it doesn't make sense." Derov was a little stunned, and pulled the third, fourth, and fifth followers until he reached the sixth.

Unfortunately, the sixth follower was not spared either. There was a row of swordsmen sitting on the side of the road, all of them turned green.

Now Derov finally believed it, these green dates really understood people's words, he gave up his plan to try again, turned to the farmer and said, "Okay, I believe it, I blamed you, huh? What's wrong?"

I saw the farmer and Rebinia standing up straight and stiff. After hearing his question, the farmer and Rebinia looked at the top of his head timidly, and whispered: "You offended the gods. From the fourth time on, God is watching you."

Drov froze, slowly raised his head, and sure enough, he 'saw' a pair of eyes above his head staring at him.

This kind of "seeing" is not a physical sight, but a spiritual response, as if there are really a pair of eyes and a tilted head in that empty place.

"I... I... I'm doing a test, an experiment." Trembling, Drov explained dryly.

That head actually nodded, and then stretched out his hand and nodded at him. The next moment, he felt an unprecedented desire to defecate, and he couldn't care less about the gaze of the gods. He rushed all the way to pass by and sat down. several hollow mud columns.

God's gaze disappeared, as if nothing had happened, only a row of pale, bare-bottomed men remained by the side of the road.

Finally, the desire to defecate subsided, and Derov found a problem, the paper was gone.

"It's over now, noble magician, I'm going to wipe my ass with leaves too, my friend, lend me some leaves"

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