hero?it must be me

He turned his head and looked at Jing Jing who was staring at Zheng Qi's back again.

"This is something I never imagined."

At the same time, Arash, together with Lixiang and the others, noticed two strange faces.

"These two are new partners? Being allowed by Baimao to come here with the team, they must be trustworthy, why don't you introduce them?"

Arash looked at Sanzang and Fujita.

"Hello! I am Sanzang, Xuanzang Sanzang! I am here to bring you the blessing of the Buddha!"

"Next is Tawara Fujita. As you can see, he is just a passerby who got involved."

"……what?"

Ma Xiu stared at Sanzang in a daze: "Master Xuanzang... Huh? Then you are a follower... Are you really the one who learned scriptures from the West...?"

"That's right, my job agency is Caster, and my apprentice Fujita's job agency is Archer!"

Hearing Ma Xiu's words, Sanzang raised his chest and put his hands on his chest amidst a wave of turmoil: "Xuanzang Sanzang, who is learning the Buddhist scriptures from the West, is me, as if it were a fake!"

"Leaving aside the matter of the apprentice...my job agency is indeed Archer."

Fujita smiled and nodded.

"Hey, I didn't expect that the famous Master Xuanzang..."

Looking at Sanzang, Da Vinci seemed to have discovered some mysterious expression on his face.

"Uh, what's the matter? Why does everyone have this expression again?"

Only Lixiang was at a loss.

"You haven't even read the famous Journey to the West, have you? Not at all!"

At this moment, Dr. Roman's frantic voice came from the communication.

"Of course I've read Journey to the West! I've also read three—huh?!"

Finally, even Lixiang realized it now.

Looking at Sanzang, she showed the same surprised expression as Mashu just now.

"That, is that that? That Xuanzang Tripitaka?!"

"Judging from the reaction of the spirit foundation, it is undoubtedly a top-level spirit foundation, so..."

Hearing Roman's words, Sanzang performed the Buddhist salute with one hand, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

Obviously it was very cool to be praised.

Zheng Qi glanced at her, and looked at Sanzang with a proud look that if he had a tail, he would have turned into an electric fan on the spot. In the end, he didn't say anything about the fact that she was chased by the magic dragon and the flying dragon in the wilderness, crying bitterly. come out.

"As for this one, Tawara Fujita, Tawara... Tawara Fujita—ah! Don't tell me!"

This time, Roman made a louder sound than before.

"Da Vinci! Da Vinci!"

He screamed continuously, as if something blocked the words in his throat, he could only pour out Da Vinci's name continuously.

"Oh, I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry."

Da Vinci said with a smile.

Her eyes shifted from Sanzang to Fujita.

To be more precise, it was transferred to the oversized rice bag that Fujita always carried on his back.

"Good news, everyone, we don't have to worry about the food problem anymore."

Hearing Da Vinci's words, not only was he concerned about the village's beauty and charm, but even Zheng Qi looked at her curiously.

Since Zheng Qi and the others arrived in Dongzhicun and Xizhicun, most of the survival problems that the residents of these two villages had to face in the past were solved in an instant.

For example, monsters and robbers in the mountains, such as the construction of drinking water systems, such as the guarantee of sanitation and medical care...

The former, joined by powerful combatants such as Zheng Qilixiang and his party, not to mention ordinary monsters and robbers, even if the troops led by the knights of the round table attacked, they would still have the strength to fight.

The latter relies on Da Vinci's wisdom.

But there is a problem. Even with a strong man like Zheng Qi and a wise man like Da Vinci, it is difficult to solve it once and for all.

That is the problem of food.

I don't know if this mountain area is already desolate, or because of the influence of the last days, it is very difficult to grow common grains here, let alone livestock breeding.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. For Zheng Qi and Da Vinci, this is the case when it comes to food.

Da Vinci had the idea of ​​relying on Zheng Qi's seemingly inexhaustible vitality to improve the quality of the soil, or trying to cultivate special grains suitable for planting in this barren and weird soil.

But in the end, due to other factors such as time and land occupation, these ideas had to be shelved first.

Among other things, take West Village as an example. Before Da Vinci and the others came, the villagers here were almost to the point where they could only rely on water and salt to maintain their lives.

In this case, even if there are suitable grain seeds that can be planted, can the planting cycle really keep up with the demand?

Far water is hard to put out near fire.

But now, Da Vinci suddenly said with such certainty that the food problem has been solved.

Those present who knew her well knew that Da Vinci would not speak big words.

Even if it sounds hype and unimaginable, as long as Da Vinci speaks, it means that she really has a way to fulfill her promise.

"Ok?"

Finding that the eyes that were originally looking at Da Vinci, because of Da Vinci's eyes, turned to converge on him, Fujita, who had been observing the direction of Nishino Village, was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed.

"Oh! You're right! Now that you've arrived at West Village, how can you miss the preparations for the banquet!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and picked up the rice bag that he had been carrying all along.

"I've worked so hard to get rid of the evil insects, and I've run up and down the mountains three times, and the gains I get are inexhaustible!"

Accompanied by Teng Tai's thick voice, the tightly wrapped rice bag actually began to emit tiny specks of light.

Feeling the undisguised magic power fluctuation, everyone present realized it.

Fujita, releasing the Noble Phantasm.

He was chanting the real name of the Noble Phantasm.

"Seven weeks around the mountain is still not enough."

"The mountain is wrapped around the headband, what's the point of hanging on the teeth."

"If you want to eat, you should swallow the mountains!"

"Master Dragon God spends a lot of money, boiled a pot of aquatic products and harvested a lot!"

"Come on come on come on! Let's start!"

"Treasure Phantasm for the Feast—"

The rattan lifted the bag of rice too violently.

"Delicious rice, let's erupt to your heart's content!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a scene that even Zheng Qi would have stared at with wide eyes appeared in front of everyone.

"This--"

"Well!"

"God..."

"hiss."

"Shocked!"

——That is, the turbulent flow composed of white new rice and fresh aquatic products.

It spewed out from the half-person-high rice bag, like an endless stream of food!

Chapter 383 Chapter 83: The Bell Has Ringed

How long has it been since Nishinomura held a banquet?

At least, until Baimao came here and became the asylum of the West Village, leading and protecting these villagers, the West Village has never had enough food to hold a banquet.

We have to plan carefully every day, even if we help each other, we often cannot avoid the result of starvation.

Every time he saw that everyone in the village was starving and emaciated, but still trying to smile when facing her, Bai Maang didn't know how to face them.

Only as always, he wore the mask of Hassan to hide his resigned and helpless expression.

Like today, eating fragrant white rice, tasting delicious aquatic products, and even being able to drink wine brewed from grains—such a luxurious experience, even made Baimao wonder if this is too wasteful or not feel.

However, when she saw that men, women and children in the village were all gathered around the bonfire, laughing, singing and dancing, savoring the delicious food in their mouths, Baimao felt at ease again.

Why not?

The food that Fujita donated to Nishino Village is so much that even if there is a banquet like this every day, it can last for a year or so.

So, in this time of despair and pain...

Occasionally, why not hold a banquet like this?

"Ugh—"

The forearm, wrist, and palm were all embedded into the hard rock plate with a bang, and Fujita, who was lying on the ground, gasped and shook his head.

He turned over and lay on the ground, looking at Zheng Qi who had sat up in front of him.

"It's really... divine power, Your Excellency Zheng Qi."

Fujita admired sincerely.

"Here! Look! I told you earlier, there is no way to win if you wrestle with brother Zheng Qi!"

Arash on the side smiled and stuffed a jar the size of a human head into Fujita's arms: "Brother Fujita! Don't think about it, drink it!"

"Hey, don't I also want to see how much you drink, Your Excellency Zheng Qi?"

Holding the wine jar, he who was completely defeated by Zheng Qi in the arm wrestling project smiled, sat up indifferently, raised his head and gulped down the rice wine in the jar.

"Oh! Brother Fujita has a good drinking capacity! Come on, your strength is no match for Brother Zheng Qi, you have to work harder than me in drinking capacity!"

Having said that, Arash also picked up a jar of similar size, and poured all the rice wine in it into his stomach.

Seeing the two of them hooking shoulders to each other and drinking together, Zheng Qi shook his head helplessly.

He really can't drink.

It's not that I can't, it's that I can't drink it.

On the one hand, he really can't taste the deliciousness of the so-called wine, on the other hand...

My mother often said that it is best not to drink alcohol in moderation.

Zheng Qi has always listened to his mother very much.

Looking at Sanzang, Lixiang, and Maxiu who were making a mess with the children not far away, Zheng Qi smiled, picked up a grilled fish that weighed about ten kilograms, and walked towards a corner of the village.

The noise and laughter gradually fell behind him, and the silence and night wind slowly embraced him in his arms.

After leaving the village, Zheng Qi jumped a few lightly along the mountain wall, and finally landed on a mountain top.

Taking a bottle of milk from the space, Zheng Qi unscrewed the neck of the bottle, milk in one hand, grilled fish in the other, and just looked at the night sky and started eating.

Even at night, looking up at the night sky, you can still see the [Light Band] that was turned into a weapon by the magic tome.

Zheng Qi felt that this thing was really an eyesore.

Obviously the moonlight is good tonight, but there is such a thing that prevents people from enjoying the moon.

It's a pity that according to the judgment of the magic book, he still can't pull this thing from the sky and smash it.

otherwise……

Zheng Qi suddenly turned his head and raised the milk in his hand.

"The whole two?"

"...No, thank you very much, Your Excellency Zheng Qi."