Primitives are stunned

Chapter 234

Wang Hao first picked a small piece with the tip of his sword and fed it to the fur ball.

Although the hairball was hot, he swallowed it quickly.Then his eyes lit up, jumping up and down on Wang Hao's thighs, looking at Wang Hao eagerly, hoping to eat more.

Naturally, Wang Hao would not be polite, he dug out a large piece of sweet potato meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

Still the original recipe, still the familiar taste.

Eating roasted sweet potatoes, Wang Hao felt as if he had returned to the past and returned to his hometown.

Wang Hu and the others realized after seeing Wang Hao's eating method. It turns out that this thing looks black on the surface, but it's like a shell, with all the food inside!
One by one, they followed suit. After snatching a roasted sweet potato, they tore off the skin and ate the flesh with a dagger.And those who are in a hurry, ignore the heat, and just gnaw with their mouths.

The urging sound of Maoqiu woke Wang Hao up from his memory. He opened his eyes and was almost taken aback.

The old man and their clansmen stretched out their faces in front of him one after another, with longing expressions in their eyes.

"What are you doing?" Wang Hao moved back in horror and asked.

"Well, we're not full yet, hiccup!" the old man said awkwardly.However, he burped as soon as he finished speaking, which seemed even more embarrassing.

Wang Hao laughed twice, and then said: "I have a lot of roasts here, and I haven't eaten enough to eat together. We are teammates now, and we are all on our own. Why are you polite!"

A meal was eaten until very late, and in the end, even the hairball was propped up and rolled around on the ground with a face full of happiness.

In fact, if you eat a small amount of roasted sweet potatoes, the taste is quite good, but if you eat a large amount, it is really not very delicious.

The main reason is that the taste of roasted sweet potatoes is too fragrant, which makes people appetite.Secondly, the people in Wangcun have been eating fish and meat every day recently, and they are a little tired.As for the old man and the others, it was a novelty because they hadn't eaten cooked food for a long time.It is precisely because of these reasons that they are all a bit full.

In the early morning of the next day, after eating another meal of roasted sweet potatoes, everyone headed towards the island.

According to the old man, their monument is in the middle of Zhenmo Island.

He followed this time mainly because he wanted to move the stele outside the island, but the old man hesitated a bit when he saw sweet potatoes all over the place along the way.

Their ancestors lived on this island, and it is said that their food is this divine fruit called sweet potato by Wang Hao.

Now that they have Wang Hao's technology of making rafts, they can completely move all the clansmen back to the island, and continue to live here like their ancestors, guarding the seal.

However, the reason why the old man had a hard time making a choice was that they had already forgotten how to grow sweet potatoes after being away from Zhenmo Island for so long.

Although there seem to be a lot of sweet potatoes on the small island, their tribe has more people, and there is no way to plant them and only rely on sweet potatoes to reproduce naturally. It won't be long before they eat up the sweet potatoes.

Wang Hao didn't know what the old man was thinking, he was now attracted by a stone tablet.

As soon as he landed on the small island, Wang Hao saw a two-meter-high stone tablet within a short walk.

There are dried asphalt and some pig bristles scattered beside the stele.

And the top of the stele is basically rounded.

It is not difficult to see from these that this stele is a place where the Wild Boar King often scratches.

If that's all, Wang Hao wouldn't be surprised.

What really made Wang Hao feel unbelievable was that there were actually words on this stele.

On the front of the stele, there are three large characters of "Suppressing Demon Island" engraved on it.

There is also an inscription in the lower right corner, but because of the long time, the inscription has been blurred, and it is impossible to tell who wrote the words.

On the back of the stele, it introduces the origin of Town Demon Island.

Although many words are blurred and invisible, after reading it, Wang Hao still understands the general meaning.

According to the content on the stone tablet, it is said that this small island was originally one of the entrances to the devil world.

Later, it was sealed together by the human race and the god race.In order to prevent the demon world from breaking the seal and endangering the world again, a group of people are specially left here to guard forever.

Anyway, the whole text is praising the morality of gods and people, and there is very little real narrative content.However, it also pointed out the surname of the clansman who guarded the Demon Island, which was Xie.

The entire article, as well as the three big characters Zhenmodao, are written in Chinese.

For Wang Hao, this stele shocked him very much.He temporarily reserves his opinion on the theory of gods and demons and seals, but it is no coincidence that such a long article can be written in Chinese characters.This world, no matter what, must have some connection with the ancient China of the earth.

Wang Hao looked at the old man who was stroking each word, and asked suspiciously, "Do you know these words?"

"I don't know, but I know this stele, and it's in the stories passed down by word of mouth!" The old man said excitedly.The stories told by the ancestors, from the divine fruit to the stele, were unfolded in front of his eyes one by one, wouldn't it shock him?

"Your surname should be Xie!" Wang Hao said to the old man.

"What? Do you know the words on it?" The old man said excitedly, grabbing Wang Hao's hand.

"That's right, don't mention our patriarch, I also know the characters on it. If you don't believe me, look, this is a king, this is a man, and this is a one!" Wang Hu stepped forward and said triumphantly.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he said to Wang Hu: "Then please read it to me, the content on this stele is really important to us!"

Hearing the old man's request, Wang Hu's face was full of embarrassment. He only knew the three words in the whole article, and it was impossible for him to read it out.It wasn't until this time that Wang Hu understood what it means to hate a book when it is used.

"Let's go, today we have to explore Zhenmo Island. I've written down all the content on it. Let's talk as we go!" Wang Hao smiled and said when he saw Wang Hu slumped.

Along the way, Wang Hao told the old man all the contents on the stele, and the excited old man burst into tears. Sure enough, their ancestors did not lie to him, and actually fought side by side with the gods.

What excited the old man the most was that he knew his surname, which turned out to be Xie.Right now, he wanted to give himself a name.

However, after taking it for a long time, I didn't know what to choose. Wang Hu rolled his eyes and said, "I really don't know what name to choose, so let's call it thank you!"

Who knows, after the old man muttered a few words, he felt that the name was catchy, so he decided that his name would be Thank You.Although the three words are a bit strange, it doesn't affect the old man's excitement about having a new name at all.

The corner of Wang Hao's mouth twitched as he looked at the excited old man, not knowing what to call him.Say thank you every time you call him, isn't it just being taken advantage of in vain.

And what makes Wang Hao feel the coldest is that this old man is so old that he probably won't live long. Wang Hao was thinking that after the old man passed away, his descendants cried out loudly, "Thank you for dying!" Thank you for not dying! Thank you for coming back! Thank you for leaving so early!"

Ahem, that picture is so beautiful, Wang Hao couldn't bear to think about it.

Just when Wang Hao was lost in thought, Wang Hu suddenly pulled him, and then said: "Hao, there are wild boars!"

On the island, if there is no wild boar Wang Hao, it feels abnormal.In the place I passed by just now, pig manure was found in many places, and many sweet potatoes had traces of being arched by pigs.It will be a matter of time before the wild boar is discovered, but Wang Hao just didn't expect it to be so soon.

Wang Hao took a closer look and saw a group of wild boars pouting beside him and the others looking for food.

But what surprised Wang Hao was that the wild boar was a very vigilant creature. In this range, he should have found himself and others long ago, but the strange thing was that none of the wild boars raised their heads to look at them.

Although wild boars live in groups, usually there are not too many in a group, but this group, at a glance, has fifty or sixty heads.

(End of this chapter)