When the elders of the tribe heard this, their faces appeared incredible. Elder Chi Lian's flame tattoo was violently distorted due to emotional fluctuations, as if they were about to jump out of their skin.

"Rat, can the rat race surrender to you?!" Elder Chi Lian's voice was shocked. The battle more than ten years ago flashed through his mind - the two rat kings were obviously defeated by their former Snake God, but now they have become believers of the current Snake God.

Elder Yin Viper suddenly threw himself into the ground and cracked a spider-web-like crack on the bluestone slab on his forehead: "It is worthy of being the prehistoric willow that can swallow chaos! Even the old enemy, the rat clan, can conquer it, and his mind is comparable to that of the ancient ancestral god!"

Nest, this guy is really good at taking pictures!

The other elders all cast some contemptuous eyes at Elder Yin Viper.

"Next, I want to carry out some reforms to our Snake God tribe."

"reform?"

All the elders looked at him with confusion.

Xiang Chen nodded slightly: "That's right, reform."

The head of the Chi Feng clan said in a deep voice: "Please tell me that there is a need for reform in that aspect?"

Xiang Chen sighed: "There are too many, including food, clothing, housing, transportation, education and medical care."

"Food is the most important thing for people, and first of all, the most basic thing is food."

"The tribe has such a large population, hundreds of thousands of people, but it still relies on primitive collection and hunting to obtain the main food source. Although the resources in the Thousand Poison Swamp are rich, it ultimately restricts the development of the tribe."

In Xiang Chen's eyes, this snake god tribe is like a primitive tribe from the human Stone Age.

Elder Chi Lian said in a deep voice: "We understand what you mean by Lord Snake God. It is just that in southern Xinjiang, except for the eight prefectures, the areas in which edible crops are not suitable for growing edible crops."

"Our ancestors also tried to buy Ling Valley to plant them where we live, but the soil and air here are not suitable for foreign crops. Although those Ling Valleys can barely survive here, the yield is very low, so it is better to collect and hunt."

The other elders also nodded in approval.

Xiang Chen said: "These can be cultivated and conquered. Are there people in the tribe who like to plant the Spirit Valley?"

"have!"

Elder Yin Viper hurriedly said, "Sir Snake God, I know a person, his name is Shuihemu, and his ancestor was the one who advocated the tribe to plant Linggu.

Over the years, the Shuihe family has been committed to planting the Spirit Valley, but the harvest is still very small, and it is still not as good as collecting and hunting."

"Shuihe Family——" Xiang Chen nodded slightly, remembering this family.

Xiang Chen also said: "If a race wants to grow and develop for a long time, it must have sustainable production resources controlled by itself. Food is one of them, and the second is education. There is no adult college in the tribe. The learning of the tribe depends entirely on the experience of the older generation, and the same is true for practice."

"This kind of educational power is difficult to cultivate a large number of strong people for the tribe, and I will set up an academy in the future."

Xiang Chen and Pepe talked, and the elders were confused and looked at each other.

Xiang Chen looked at them and sighed, "Forget it, I will implement it slowly in the future. Just stabilize the good tribe."

"yes."

Soon, the rat tribe also believed in the snake god, and the news that it was about to merge with the snake god tribe spread among the snake god tribe, which attracted many people in the tribe to discuss.

However, the Rat tribe has few people, only a few hundred people, and they are all above the realm of true immortals. The merger has no disadvantages for the snake god tribe, but they are all good, and the people of the tribe quickly accepted it.

Of course, opposition is useless. In the tribal system, there are no weak people protesting the power of those in power in southern Xinjiang.

After all, this is a world that combines great power and is also a fierce southern Xinjiang. Who can tell you about human rights?

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The afterglow of the sunset scattered in the muddy rice fields, dyeing the turbid water surface into a golden red. Shuihemu stepped on the soft mud fields with barefoot feet, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

His trousers rolled to his knees, revealing his wrinkled calf, covered with mud and tiny aquatic plants.

The old man bent over and carefully pushed apart the rice leaves with his rough fingers, carefully checking the growth of each spiritual rice plant.

These rice ears are hanging sparsely, and the grains are shriveled, far less plump and round than the outside spiritual valley fairy grains.

He sighed, gently pinched a grain of grain with his thumb and index finger, and shook his head.

"There are insects again..." Shui Hemu murmured to himself, taking out a small bamboo tube from his waist, pouring out some light green powder, and gently scattering it on the rice leaves.

The powder fell on the leaves, making a subtle "rustling" sound, and several tiny black worms immediately fell from the back of the leaves, struggling in the mud and water.

His movements suddenly stopped, and his turbid old eyes suddenly widened.

There was a long reflection on the water surface of the mud field.

The old man turned around in a hurry, almost losing balance, and staggered back two steps.

"Snake... Lord Snake God!" Shui Hemu exclaimed, and hurriedly fell to his knees in the mud and water, his forehead almost touching the water surface.

The mud soaked his clothes, but he didn't dare to move.

Xiang Chen stood on the ridge of the field, standing with his hands behind his back.

He looked down at the kneeling old man and whispered: "Get up."

Shui Hemu stood up tremblingly, wiped his clothes with his hands restlessly, but smeared more mud on the animal skin clothes. His eyes dodged and did not dare to look directly at Xiang Chen.

"Did you plant these spiritual rice?" Xiang Chen's eyes swept across the rice fields and his brows frowned slightly.

"Yes...yes, sir." Shui Hemu's voice trembled, "Little old man... Little old man is a descendant of Shui He family, and has been studying Linggu planting for generations..."

Xiang Chen squatted down and stretched out his hand to pull up a rice ear. The grains rolled on his fingertips, making a dry rubbing sound. "How is the yield?"

A trace of gloom flashed in Shui Hemu's eyes: "Sir, the best time... is only one-third of the output of the Ling Valley outside."

He pointed to a few smaller test fields in the distance: "Those are our improved varieties, before... before... even less than one-fifth."

The old man said, unconsciously walking towards the test fields, and his movements suddenly became flexible.

He carefully pushed away the rice leaves, as if he was stroking his own child: "This is the third generation of Qingmang, and its toxic resistance is stronger than that of ordinary Linggu...that is the ninth generation of Nize, and its root system is more developed..."

Xiang Chen noticed that when talking about Linggu, the fear in the old man's eyes was gradually replaced by a persistent light.

Shui Hemu suddenly realized that he had said too much, so he quickly shut up and returned to his fearful look.

"How long has your family been studying this?" Xiang Chen asked.

Shui Hemu calculated by counting: "Sir, by my generation, it is already the 17th generation. The ancestors believed that if the tribe could have a stable source of the Immortal Grain in Linggu, everyone would not have to risk their lives to hunt outside, so they devoted themselves to studying Linggu."

He smiled bitterly, "It's a pity... I still couldn't let Linggu grow well here."

Xiang Chen looked at the barren rice fields, then looked at the old man's calloused hands and expectant eyes, and nodded thoughtfully.

The sunset pulled the shadows of the two men very long, threw them into the muddy paddy fields, shaking gently with the waves.
Chapter completed!