My Virtual Kingdom of God

Crescent Island is an island on the stormy sea, named after a crescent moon-like shape.

The wild cow tribe where Tulu is located is located on the crescent of Crescent Island. It is near the sea of ​​storms on the left and close to the lake in Crescent Island. Below is the dense forest in the mouth of Tulu.

Through the dense forest, it is a large plain.

惊人 Crescent Island is home to an amazing number of indigenous tribes. Due to their low productivity, these tribes have very small populations, although they share the same ethnicity.

The savage cattle tribe where Tutulu belongs to originally had hundreds of people. Among these tribes, they were considered big tribes.

The mountain wolf tribe in the mouth of Solu is a tribe living in the plains. Although the two tribes have not exchanged much, they have lived in harmony for generations.

Because it is located in the plains, the mountain wolf tribe is rich in food and rarely conflicts with other tribes, let alone competing with them for hunting grounds.

Inside the thatched cottage.

Allen was silent in Tulu, and he had something in mind: "Sorru, bring someone and follow me to visit the Mountain Wolf Tribe."

"Yes, God makes adults."

Seeing this, Tulu stopped talking.

Allen was relieved: "Turu, there is me, don't worry."

He didn't say much. On Crescent Island, a senior knight was completely invincible. He hadn't heard of any extraordinary power on Crescent Island. It was just a closed indigenous island.

Everyone is preparing to go.

"Allen." A voice sounded in Allen's mind.

"Listen to your orders, great God!" Alan's face fell, and he immediately fell to his knees, and everyone saw his knees.

Zheng Dong looked at the indigenous people who were kneeling in front of him, and nodded, "You are here to investigate the mountain wolf tribe, and you should not kill them easily."

"As you wish!" Allen lowered his head again, solemnly.

"Go."

"Yes." Allen got up and took the hunting team out of the cottage.

"Turu." Zheng Dong looked down at the tribal leader who was still kneeling there, and said, "Is there something wrong with the tribal food?"

Turu's body trembled slightly, and he said, "That's true, great God."

Seeing this situation, Zheng Dong couldn't help but be a little annoyed. In the past two days, he devoted himself to the construction of the virtual kingdom of God, so that he ignored the believers from a different world.

For Zheng Dong, the alien world is the source of his extraordinary knowledge and strength. If the alien world has a problem, even if he has a virtual kingdom, he may only be reduced to a virtual game in the end, but it is backed by the alien world. Zheng Dong is confident to make it an extraordinary game.

Thinking of this, Zheng Dongdao said, "Go and appease the people in the tribe, I will help you solve the food problem."

Turu heard this, raised his head suddenly, tears in his eyes: "praise you, great God!"

I finished hoeing again.

Uh ...

The consciousness returned to the body, Zheng Dong's eyes were worried.

He understood the situation of the believer tribe. Because of the scourge of Viscount Winter, the tribe ’s already low productivity was not enough to feed the tribe. To make matters worse, the tribe ’s hunting ground had problems.

It is obviously too late to plant new crops, so the only thing that can be done is hunting.

But after all, the prey in the dense forest is limited. Not only are the cattle tribes needed, other small tribes also rely on the dense forest to survive. It is foreseeable that in order to survive, the tribes will explode even more unless Zheng Dong can solve the food problem.

Hunting, hunting ...

Zheng Dong rubbed his head. Since there is not enough food on land, what about the sea?

Storm sea! Zheng Dong's eyes brightened.

I was leaning on the ocean and lacked food. When I said this, I would be laughed to death by modern people.

But in the indigenous tribes, this is a cruel fact. Indigenous people do not build ships, raft up at most, and they do not weave nets. Therefore, it is nothing new to starve at the food of Chengshan.

Weaving net technology!

Zheng Dong won't, but he has a mother.

Turn on the computer, Zheng Dong quickly browsed the webpage, filtered a bunch of junk advertisement information, and finally found the knowledge he wanted on the Internet.

How to weave fishing nets.

Zheng Dong keeps pulling down, not only the methods and materials for weaving fishing nets, but also the video teaching of weaving fishing nets.

东 Zheng Dong learned that to produce the original fishing nets, hemp was used. Hemp is very common on the earth, but Zheng Dong did not know whether it was common in the other world. uukanshu. At this moment, only the dead horse is the living horse doctor.

查找 After all the information was found, Zheng Dong entered it with the book of truth.

The speed of entering information in the Book of Truth is amazing, and it's all entered in a blink of an eye.

Consciousness once again came to the realm.

Zheng Dong transmitted all the knowledge he found to Tulu. Tulu felt the countless information in his head, and his heart became more awed by the gods.

Wait until he looks at the transmitted knowledge in detail, the longer his mouth grows.

Ramie crops can not only weave fishing nets, but also make clothes. Many ancient people, including modern people, wore hemp.

Of course, for the current Tulu tribe, making clothes is an afterthought. Weaving fishing nets and fishing to fill the tribal food gap are the top priorities.

After receiving the knowledge of weaving fishing nets, Lu Tulu was ecstatic. He knew the crop of hemp. On the plains of Crescent Island, there was a large amount of wild hemp. He had always regarded it as weed and did not care about it.

God knows everything!

Lu Tulu's awe of Zheng Dong is deeper.

In fact, Zheng Dong has always had doubts. The indigenous civilization on Crescent Island is very unbalanced. They know how to cultivate, but they do n’t know how to weave or make iron.

If they follow the normal development law of civilization, they should learn to weave, instead of swaying in the jungle with a straw skirt and feathers, as they do now.

Their civilization is like having been interfered by external forces. After thinking about it for a long time, Zheng Dong, who had no clue, gave up thinking.

After getting the fishing net weaving technology, Tutulu immediately organized labors in the tribe, holding stone knives and bone knives, ready to harvest hemp.

The fishnets are made sooner, and they will get rid of the hungry one day earlier, so everyone is full of energy.