Chapter 225 "The people of the tribe call you Shennong and want to give you the name of Shennong." Jiang Wenji looked at the written animal skin scroll and held it in her hand to examine it she saw the writing on it, her mouth opened wide.

"Shennong?" Jiang Wen couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard this did he become the Shennong family so well?

He has been here for a long time, so he naturally knows what can be called a god.

Just like the giant cauldron he had seen in the Tuoba clan, the Tuoba clan called it the divine Tuoba clan called the emperor who sat in the capital of Tai Cang King the Divine Lord.

Being able to add the word "divine" means that it is an extremely sacred and respected thing in the hearts of the tribe.

"Yes, the herbal medicine you guided them to make saved many people. Everyone also knows what to do when they are injured and sick. No one has died in the camp these days, and many tribesmen who would have died of illness have recovered. All of them. People think you are like a god after saving them. They think the surname Shennong is suitable for you." Jiang Wenji said with a smile, her eyes never left the animal skin scroll, and she sighed after reading it. A sound.

"If this Baicao Scroll you wrote were spread, it would really have saved the tribes in the world. Even the emperor's achievements are not half as good as yours."

Jiang Wenji said, but a bitter smile appeared on her face: "I can't let you spread this."

"Why?"

"The emperor doesn't allow it," she sighed. "If you really spread this thing throughout the world, then it's your turn to take the throne of emperor. The Zen throne of the Three Emperors in the past is still known as a legend. I'm afraid your contribution to saving the world and benefiting the people will be even greater in the Three Kingdoms." Above the Emperor. If you are not the Emperor, will the people in your tribe be convinced?"

"Just because this incident can't spread the Baicao Scroll, aren't the lives of the tribe members worth mentioning?" Jiang Wen asked in confusion.

"You don't understand." Jiang Wenji looked helpless.

Jiang Wen thought for a while and roughly understood what Jiang Wenji was nothing more than his great achievements that shocked the master and was feared by the emperor.

"It's not like this. Since this Baicao Scroll cannot be spread, find a few clever and intelligent tribesmen to teach them this Baicao Scroll. How about letting them help heal the wounded in the camp? These people will be called pharmacists. After getting used to the pharmacist's presence, how about making the Baicao Scroll public?" Jiang Wen thought of a way to reduce the presence of the Baicao Scroll as much as possible.

Jiang Wenji heard this suggestion and thought it was very good, so she readily adopted his opinion.

In the next few days, Jiang Wen selected several clever people from the gathered he passed on the Baicao Scroll to them and told them that this Baicao Scroll was given by the gods. If they want to pass it on to others in the future, they need to bow three times and worship as their you must not reveal this thing, lest you be punished by the gods.

How could the tribesmen understand this? Naturally, they solemnly also knelt in front of Jiang Wen and became his disciple, calling him the Patriarch Shennong.

With these pharmacists helping the station treat the wounded, the construction of the station also progressed rapidly.

Jiang Wen saw that the way they built the city wall was that a few people carried a huge stone about ten meters high, and then chopped it flat with their hands and bronze , they were glued together with mud to form a tall city wall.

Jiang Wen felt that it was uneven and tried to use other methods to enhance the bonding effect. Finally, he found something was something like lime, which was split from the stone and then thrown aside to pile up.

Everyone thought this thing was useless, but they never thought that Jiang Wen would burn it into ashes and then mix it with soil to form a new this thing to build a defensive city wall is not only extremely strong, but also not afraid of rain erosion.

Jiang Wenji was overjoyed when she heard the news and rewarded Jiang Wen heavily in not only allowed her to speed up the construction of the city, but also allowed her to build a more majestic city gate.

Using this cheap and practical adhesive, houses were quickly built using gravel in the to sleeping in a thatched cottage in the wild, this kind of stone-built house is obviously safer and more just half a month, a huge city took shape. The warriors of the tribe guarded the city wall and watched the surrounding were constantly coming in and out of the city gate, delivering various supplies into the city.

As the number of tribal people here increases, more and more people come here to survive and the original garrison of only a thousand people, it has now become a city base with nearly ten thousand people.

Here Jiang Wen re-entered the realm of refining and transforming Qi, and was able to cast various found a large piece of black iron stone from the mountain and used the re-trained Samadhi True Fire to forge a flying sword for addition, stronger iron weapons were forged for other members of the tribe to deal with the increasingly dangerous beasts.

Outside the city is a moat that he borrowed from earth magic to make it easier for people in the city to drink water.

During this period of time, Jiang Wen also tried to pass on the life fire cultivation method he knew to everyone. Unfortunately, there was not a single person with spiritual roots in the entire gathering place, which made Jiang Wen regretful.

One day he was walking by the river and heard crying coming from the river.

When he walked over and saw a child crying, he asked him what happened.

Seeing Jiang Wen kneeling down, the child said, "My lord, it's just because my parents died at the hands of monks. Today I see the water and miss you, so I cry sadly. If I have disturbed my lord, please forgive me."

"It's okay."

Jiang Wen sat next to him and chatted with him to find out where he was coming from.

The child was once a child in a tribe of thousands of people. Later, when the fog came and people in the tribe offered sacrifices, they had no effect. In the end, only half of them survived.

Later, monsters attacked the tribe's settlement, leaving only ten people alive and only a hundred people migrating towards this Tuoba tribe.

Who would have thought that they would meet another monk on the road and kidnap half of of young children are among them.

All tribes living in this world know what will happen if they are taken away by that a child thinks of his parents' death, sadness arises in his heart.

Jiang Wen comforted the child, but unexpectedly discovered that the child actually had spiritual asked the child's name, and the child said, "I don't have a last name. My parents call me Qi."

"I want to accept you as my disciple, are you willing?" Jiang Wen nodded when he heard this name and told him his purpose.

This kid couldn't be reluctant after hearing this, but he knew that the lively and nourishing pharmacist in the city was the apprentice of the noble person in front of quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"That's very good." Jiang Wen stroked the child's head and smiled. "Since you have a given name, I will give you a surname. Let your surname be Xiu."

"Xiu Qi? Xiu Qi! Thank you, noble... Thank you, Master!" Xiao'er called out extremely excitedly.

"Xiu Qi, not bad." Jiang Wen smiled and suddenly thought of something, he looked stunned and said to himself. "What is the name of Yan Gongli's master? It seems he is also called Xiu Qi?"

(End of this chapter)