Chapter 1039: Unknown Reason

Since it could not be said, Changle naturally had no need to press for an answer; he simply refocused his gaze on the Gu Grass, picked up one stalk, and examined its root.

Yangasha was very confused: "Isn't this Gu Grass everywhere? Have you never seen it before? Or are you saying that to punish your Soldier, you specifically sent him to a place with many mosquitoes to pull up so much Gu Grass?"

Changle had already discovered that all the Gu Grass had relatively thick roots and stems, which was a point that pleasantly surprised him. Regarding Yangasha's question, Changle directly used his Knife to cut off the lower section of a stalk of Gu Grass and handed it over.

"Take a look, isn't the root of this Gu different from ordinary Gu?"

Yangasha took it, but she could not see any difference at all, because they only ever cared about the leaves of the Gu or the seeds of the Gu, which were the Gu rice. As for what the roots looked like, perhaps no one had ever pulled them out to look. Even Ayuduo, who knew enough about plants, was very puzzled: "Then what should the roots of ordinary Gu look like? I can't tell at all."

Changle rummaged around and found a stalk of Gu Grass with a thinner root and said: "Normal Gu Grass has very thin roots. Up to this point, the root and the stalk are basically the same thickness, only they have turned white. But look, all these many Gu have roots that are this thick. So, I am wondering, could this kind of Gu be a completely different new variety of Gu?"

Generally speaking, the roots of aquatic plants should not be this thick, because they grow right by the water and do not need such long roots to absorb moisture. Moreover, in the silt, there is no need to worry about being blown over by the wind; such thick roots make even less sense.

If they were as long as lotus roots, it would be because lotus roots are also used for reproduction and can continue to grow, but why is this Gu so thick? Could it be that its Gu rice will grow fuller and longer?"

Changle was speaking almost to himself, leaving the other few people completely bewildered. They could not understand what Changle was talking about at all. In any case, it seemed like he was saying these Gu were very special. None of them cared what the roots of the Gu looked like, and they understood even less what "new variety" meant.

Changle thought of the Wax Seed and realized that because it was too common, yet the root was too special, he had forgotten to look at the flowers of the Gu. After he checked every single stalk of Gu, he was surprised to find that there were no inflorescences at all. Although the flowers of the Gu were very small and did not look like so-called "flowers" at all, because it relied on the wind for pollination, unlike other plants that needed to bloom brightly and large enough, and have nectar, to attract bees or flies for pollination.

But no matter how small or plain the flowers were, they were completely invisible on these Gu Grasses. This plunged Changle into intense doubt. At this season, the Gu rice should have already headed, or even be close to the time for setting seeds, but now there were not even any inflorescences.

Then how did this kind of Gu reproduce, and how did it grow into such a large patch? And why were the roots all like this?

Changle was puzzled, so he took action, directly cutting off the roots of most of the Gu, and then had the Soldier store them well, leaving only two stalks as specimens. If he could not understand something himself, he would find his father.

Facing this behavior of Changle, Yangasha and the others did not speak, but silently watched what Changle was doing. After Changle finished, Ayuduo asked: "Are you having people pack these grasses up to take them back? To show the more powerful and wiser people in your tribe?"

Changle did not want to explain too deeply, as they might not be able to understand, so he simply said: "Something like that. I will take some back and let people who have never seen this plant see it. Even if it is dried out, it is still clearer than looking at a drawing I made."

"And it is indeed as you said, I also need to take things like this that I do not understand back to Huaxia to show more capable people. But that person is my father, who is the King of Huaxia. He seems to know everything and understand everything. He will definitely know why these things I don't understand are the way they are and be able to give me the answers."

But Changle's words received approval from Ayuduo: "It's the same for me. If there is something I don't recognize or am not sure about, I will also ask my father. My father is the most powerful Miaofu in our tribe; even the people of the Sanmiao Tribe are not necessarily more powerful than my father."

Ayuduo's words somewhat overturned Changle's perception. Based on his father's account, he had always believed that Chiyou was just an exceptionally powerful Soldier, perhaps very tall and strong, not too stupid, and capable of forging Weapons, just like those Blacksmiths in Huaxia, holding a large iron hammer and clanging away at red-hot Iron. But he really had not expected that Chiyou would actually be a Miaofu who understood a lot of knowledge.

The two, having found another common point, continued to chat wantonly. The expression of the Master of Soldiers was a bit roguish, but Yangasha and Qianxi exchanged glances, and their eyes had already communicated a great deal of information; they both understood what the other meant.

It was impossible for Changle to bring cooks to this kind of place. Although their bodies were also strong, they were not specifically meant to roam in the wilderness and it was a bit dangerous, so Changle's meals were currently being prepared by the Cooking Platoon.

Such a Large Team of people naturally required a Cooking Platoon with a full Establishment System; otherwise, with so many people, what would they do for meals? Should they let them cook for themselves? Then who would stand guard, and who would set up the Tent?

The standard of the Cooking Platoon was still acceptable. In such a wilderness, they would try every possible way to make Changle's food as sumptuous as possible. Seeing this situation today, they knew they had to prepare for a few more people. Fortunately, it was not a big problem. Besides the food they brought, they were also looking for food along the way. Fresh wild game of all kinds would end up on Changle's table.

It was impossible to use wooden plates to serve dishes to Changle; porcelain plates were a must, otherwise how could his status be highlighted? Moreover, carrying them was not too much trouble; as long as they were padded thickly enough, they would certainly not break.

Five people, six large plates of dishes, and half a roasted lamb were neatly brought up, but now they discovered that the table was too small! It could not hold them at all. At first, Changle and these people were not sitting at the table to talk, but were talking while surrounding the table. Now that it was time to serve the food, it seemed a bit awkward.

Lei's mind worked quickly, and he immediately made arrangements: "Quick, quick, quick, bring your small table boards over and piece them together here."

Changle did not refuse, but was the first to stand up to make room, and said with a slight apology: "Sorry everyone, my table is a bit small. I had them enlarge the table so we can eat together, otherwise the dishes wouldn't fit."