Chapter 304 The Mother Qi of All Earths and the Festival of Harvest
In the vision of Mandela’s magic eye, Gothe could clearly see that there were strips of colorful light flowing on Flora’s body at this moment that were exactly the same as those on the leaves of Yugatha Sheila.
They are like tassels, constantly intertwining and overlapping, and finally like forming a cocoon, wrapping Flora's little body.
But in normal binocular vision, these colorful brilliance are not visible at all and do not exist.
The end is breathtaking.
After this scene lasted for about a minute, the colorful light that enveloped Flora suddenly began to shrink until it completely disappeared into Flora's body.
The mysterious energy flow is no longer visible, but instead of disappearing, it is "absorbed" by Flora.
Seeing that everything was over, Gothe finally turned off Mandela's magic eye with confidence.
Flora's eyes widened and she was staring at him blankly.
"Lord Flora, is it over?" Gothe confirmed.
"Lord Flora, it's over." Flora affirmed.
"What changes have happened to Lady Flora this time?"
"Change?" Flora lowered her head and looked at herself seriously, tugged at her fingers and face, and finally said in frustration: "No change."
“It’s okay, the little one is very cute.” Gothe’s eyes twitched and he decided to ask in more detail, “I mean, have you acquired any great new abilities?”
"New ability" Flora thought for a while and nodded seriously, "Yes, but I don't know how great it is!"
"Tell me carefully."
"This is it." Flora hesitated, not knowing how to describe it, and finally stretched out her little hand, and a stream of yellow-brown air flowed from her fingertips.
In one question and one answer, Gaode quickly integrated the intermittent information.
It is actually quite correct to say that it is "turning into soil".
The growth of magic plants often requires a variety of different soil conditions, and the spiritual land containing magic is often only the most basic condition.
For example, the flame fruit tree grows on scorching soil. Ordinary spiritual land cannot allow the flame fruit tree to survive at all.
Flora's yellow-brown airflow can change the properties of the soil.
Just need a handful of desired soil, such as a handful of burning soil, and bury it in a normal spiritual land. Flora can use this handful of burning soil as the source, and through the yellow-brown air flow, slowly improve the soil around the source soil, turning them into burning soil.
However, there is a limitation, that is, cultivated soil cannot be used as source soil. Only native special soil can be used as source soil to transform surrounding land.
"Is it great?" Flora raised her head and looked at Gothe, her eyes full of expectation.
"It's amazing!" Gao De affirmed.
This is not only remarkable, it is an extraordinary skill comparable to "turning stone into gold".
With this ability, any rare magic plants in the future can be transplanted into the Ten Thousand Trees Domain of Yugathila.
"Since Flora can't say its name, how about calling it Wantu Mother Qi from now on?" Gothe looked at the yellow-brown airflow swirling around Flora's fingertips, and a name that contained something private suddenly came to his mind.
“Okay!” Flora, who was already working hard to learn arithmetic, replied without hesitation.
Ten is two hands.
Hundred means twenty hands.
One thousand means two hundred hands.
Since there are so many hands, it sounds quite impressive at first glance!
After witnessing the advancement of Yugathila with his own eyes, Gothe did not stay in Valar Bay for a long time, but chose to return to Phoenix.
Astral teleportation, although he is full of expectations, he is not able to carry out it yet.
Because it takes two months for Yugathira to be filled with the energy required for an astral teleportation.
The energy that was filled for the first time had been turned into runes by Yugatha Sheila and imprinted on the back of his hand.
So if you want to open the astral portal, you can only wait two months for the energy to be "charged" again.
But it just so happens that he can prepare for his first astral teleportation journey in these two months.
After all, astral teleportation can only be carried out once every two months. Including the return journey, that is once every four months. Naturally, we must be fully prepared to maximize the cost-effectiveness of the "journey".
Phoenix today is different from the past.
Normally, before the sun has risen, most of the Zhenbing people have already gotten up early and started preparing meals. After eating the first meal of the day, they go out just in time for the rising sun to get food for the tribe, or fish, or hunt
In short, they cannot stop for the whole day, otherwise some tribesmen may not be able to eat.
But today, all the Zhenbing people put down their "daily" work and walked out of the city.
This is an order from the king of the Zhenbing tribe. They don’t have to work today.
Outside the ice wall of Phoenix, there were already crowds of people.
The elders organized the Iceborn mages in the clan to line up in a circle to form a human wall.
The ice wall is full of people. These are the people who came early and got a good seat.
From their vantage point, these people could clearly see that the plains of snow on both sides of the city wall had been completely covered with ice, and they had no idea what was hidden in them.
At the far end where there is no ice fence, you can see patches of land that have been sorted out. I don’t know what they are used for. I just know that under the order of the new king of the tribe, many people were summoned to open up wasteland.
It can’t be just planting things, right?
—Although Sunaifa did not order the concealment of Northwest Barley No. 1, many people in the Zhenbing tribe knew about Northwest Barley No. 1, but most of the Zhenbing tribe still knew nothing about it.
Beyond the ice wall, there is a temporary ice platform built with magic.
Gothe, Sunaifa, Flora, Grant and others all stood on the high platform.
"My King, War Mother," Deputy Minister Grant took a step forward and said respectfully to the two of them: "It's almost time."
Gothe glanced at Sunaifa, who was unmoved and said softly: "Your idea is naturally up to you."
Today is the day of the first harvest of naturally grown northwest barley.
Material construction is very important, but spiritual construction is equally important.
In fact, Gao De couldn't believe it for a while after knowing that the Zhenbing tribe didn't have any festivals.
After knowing that the Zhenbing people work day after day without taking a break, I was even more shocked - but at the same time, it is understandable, because the job of the Zhenbing people is to obtain food. If they stop working for one day, some people may starve to death in the frozen years.
But things are different now.
The emergence of Northwest Barley No. 1 has made food no longer scarce.
As the first harvest day of northwest barley No. 1, which can change the northern border, from today on, barley will be on the dining tables of the people in the northern border, completely changing the lives of the northern border people.
Such an epic moment is definitely worthy of special mention, so Gothe decided to name this day the Harvest Festival.
Henceforth, every year on this day, it will be like today. All Zhenbing people can take a day off and hold various celebrations, which is equivalent to the "Spring Festival" in previous lives.
Although the Zhenbing people do not yet have the concept of festivals, as long as such activities continue for a few years, it will become a tradition.
The Zhenbing people will gradually feel that they are different from other northerners, which in a biased way inspires their "sense of superiority."
Having a "sense of superiority" will increase their sense of identification with Phoenix and their identity as Zhenbing tribe members, and they will be more willing to voluntarily safeguard the tribe.
Gothe did not shirk pretentiousness, knowing that Sunaifa also wanted to take this opportunity to let more people know and recognize him as the new king.
He looked at the dark and chattering crowds in front of him. After taking a deep breath, he took a step forward and waved to everyone to signal them to quiet down.
"My tribe, I am Gaode, your new king." Although his voice was not high-pitched, it penetrated the crowd clearly.
The crowd suddenly erupted into bursts of cheers.
"My king is highly virtuous!" "My king is highly virtuous!"
Such a scene made Gothe's heart warm.
These cheers were not "entrusted" by him that he had arranged in advance, but were all spontaneous from the Zhenbing people.
Obviously, the ancient prophecy from the War Mother of Oretia has long been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the Zhenbing people, making them subconsciously surrender and fear Gothe, the person in the prophecy, even though he is young and a foreigner.
When the voice subsided slightly, Gothe lowered his hand again, "I have called you all here today to announce something to everyone."
"I know that our people are the most hardworking, but even so, every year in the ice age, there will still be people who starve to death, and some people will lose their parents, brothers and sisters. This is our pain, and it is also the reality that we cannot escape."
"This is not your fault. You have been hardworking and tenacious enough. This is not the fault of the snowfield. The people of the North were born on the permafrost tundra and will always have a deep love for this land."
"But from today on, all this will become history, as long as everyone is hardworking enough," Gao De said loudly: "The Zhenbing people will never suffer hunger again."
"Because, from today on, we in the north can also harvest food!"
"This is a day worth remembering. I declare that from now on, this day every year will be called the Harvest Festival!"
As Gothe's voice fell, with a bang, all the tall ice barriers melted away, just like ice and snow melting under the warm spring sun.
Immediately afterwards, the fields of wheat hidden in the ice fence were revealed.
The golden wheat shines dazzlingly under the sunlight, as vast as a golden ocean.