"underground."

"underground?"

"Well, it's underground. If you don't believe me, look at it." Sa Qili pointed to the top of her head with a smile, and when she looked up, she saw that, yes, what was above her head was not the boundless sky, but thick soil.

"Okay, stop teasing the newcomer, tell him in one breath." Daga criticized from the side.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I accidentally learned Raphael's bad habits." Sa Qili laughed and gave Raphael a hand. Of course, what she said was actually right.

"Brother, you must be wondering why the food base that supplies the camp is placed underground, right? It's true, Raphael. Shouldn't I tell you these important things earlier?"

"Well, please be sure to help me solve my doubts on behalf of Lord Raphael." I nodded hurriedly.

"The most important reason is to save the resources of the defensive magic array." Sa Qili moistened her mouth and then explained eloquently.

In fact, the reason is very simple. Even children know that the larger the defensive magic array, the more energy it consumes. Therefore, in order to ensure the strength and durability of the defensive magic array in the camp, it is natural to reduce it as much as possible.

The area of ​​the campsite.

The defensive magic array of the camp is circular, half on the ground and half underground. If the underground space is not used, it is equivalent to wasting half of the space. Therefore, moving the planting and breeding on the ground to the underground will also

It has become an inevitable practice.

Some people may ask, why didn’t camps in the first world follow this approach? Wouldn’t there be enough food if this was done?

The reason is very simple, because the resources of the Mages Guild in the first world are completely unable to provide the necessary conditions. Placing the food base underground is not as simple as imagined, including lighting, water sources, and the stability of the cave, the ground and the cave.

The transmission between them requires a large amount of magic arrays to be maintained.

In the third world, this is a last resort. It’s not that there is really no other way. Who wants to leave the natural light, water and safe space on the ground unused and have to go underground to make trouble.

"Lord Sa Qili, are you here to see me again?" A farmer passed by and greeted Sa Qili cordially, waking me up from my thoughts.

"Yes, these Momo are already mature and can be harvested today. The fresh Momo that is just picked are the most delicious when grilled." Sa Qili said this, her eyes sparkling subconsciously.

Momo?

I subconsciously looked at the green plants that were about knee-high with patches of small white flowers. No wonder they looked familiar just now. Isn’t this Momo? Vilas has been growing this kind of plant in the vegetable field next to her home.

Damn it, why did I forget it?

Very similar to potatoes, Momo's fruits grow in the ground. During the harvest, a Momo is pulled out of the mud, and a series of fist-sized khaki fruits emerge. In addition, they are very resistant to hunger. Such a Momo

The food Momo brought was enough for the family to have a full meal, and the leaves above could also be made into the livestock's favorite feed.

Because of this, Momo is the staple food of all civilians in the First World camp, and even in the entire Dark Continent, Momo is the most widely planted crop.

Of course, Momo left the deepest impression on me. It seems to have been imprinted in my soul. What still resonates clearly in my ears today is that sentence from that year.

“Velas’ special nutritious breakfast - Momo noodles, can replenish the energy needed for the day.”

"Lord Sa Qili, please wait a moment, give it another two days, it's not the most delicious time yet." The farmer replied with a smile.

Late autumn is indeed the season of maturity.

"That's right, Aunt Qili, please wait a little longer, it will taste best when the white flowers on it have fully bloomed." I calmly advised using the little knowledge I occasionally learned from Vilas.

"This little brother is quite knowledgeable." The farmer looked at me in surprise and said with a smile.

"Ahem, you know a little bit from time to time. And when it comes to Momo, Momo noodles are the most delicious."

"Not bad, not bad. I also like Momo noodles. Although it is easy to get tired of eating and the colorful colors are not very attractive, but with the right seasoning, it is really a masterpiece." Everyone agreed.

"What? Your taste is too weird. Of course grilled momo is more delicious." Sa Qili immediately retorted.

"I support Sa Qili. Although the taste of Momo noodles is also good, and you can change the taste according to the seasonings, but the Momo noodles that have just been pulled out and roasted in the fire will have a natural, earthy and fragrant taste.

, is the most irresistible, the taste that Momo noodles can’t make.” Sa Qili also has supporters.

“Momo noodles are delicious!”

“Grilled Momo is even better!!”

Suddenly, the Momo Party, headed by me, and the Baked Momo Party, headed by Sa Qili, stared at each other separately, and the atmosphere was tense...

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There will be another chapter later, but it may take until late at night to complete the upload. You can go to bed first. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you will see that it is 70,000 words in seven days. Xiao Qi has promised that there will never be any less.

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