Xu Zhi returned to the house and entered the kitchen to boil water. He was thirsty and wanted to drink a cup of tea.
The spark of civilization had been sown.
This bugape, which had a body full of hair, was more like a Westerner. It was named Gilgamesh, the mythical king of the West. It was obvious that Xu Zhi had high hopes for him.
Xu Zhi had even given him the second gene, the termite gene, which the bugapes had not been able to accept in the test tube stage. It was obvious that he was looking forward to it.
Whether or not he could truly rise would depend on himself.
After that, Xu Zhi appeared to be very satisfied. He crossed his legs and sat at the door of the house, looking at the various scenes in the yard." I've cleared a hundred acres of land to build a sandbox, but there are still a dozen acres of leftover materials next to it. Why don't we clear the weeds as well?"”
Xu Zhi thought for a moment and decided to do as he was told, even though he had not thought clearly about what he should do with the remaining land.
Dong dong dong!
Not long after, there was a knock on the door.
Xu Zhi was half-naked. He put down his hoe and opened the door. Outside the door was Chen Xi, who was looking at him with a pile of food in her hands. She looked into the yard and was very curious." Eh?" Are you plowing the land?"
"Yes, I'll practice and train my body.”Xu Zhi picked up a towel and wiped his sweat. She could not see anything in the sand table and thought that she was plowing the land.
"Shocking! He did not expect a top student from a foreign company to resign from a high-paying job with an annual salary of more than 100,000 yuan. He was terminally ill and went home to farm.”
Chen Xi scratched her head and looked at Xu Zhi's golden-ratio upper body with defined muscles. Her face turned red and she silently cursed," Brother Xu Zhi, I'll leave the food here!" Erm, do you need help? I also help my mother transplant rice seedlings at home. Your orchard has been abandoned for a long time. Your orchard is more than 100 acres, right? You really are a rich man. You can't handle it alone now!”
"No need."
Xu Zhi chuckled." There's no other way. The yard is big. I'll just open up a random piece of land and plant some interesting seeds. Perhaps I can get some flowers that are so rotten that they'll make people gasp in admiration."”
"Oh," Chen Xi exhaled curiously and patted her chest as she promised," Then you should work hard! Tell me what you want to eat! Your Aunt Li and I will cook for you!”
Then, she hopped away.
In the end, she secretly added, giving Xu Zhi a critical blow." You were so dispirited before, but now you've suddenly turned red and grown hair. You must have had a final burst of life, and you probably won't be able to live for more than a few days. Before you die, I have to take good care of you."”
Huh?
I'll die if I grow hair?
"F * ck, is this meal my last dinner? This girl is too insulting. I'm only in the middle stage of gastric cancer.”Xu Zhi glared at the girl angrily and opened the lunch box.
Inside was a well-prepared small lunchbox.
Poached eggs, carrots, and stir-fried meat with vegetables. They were very down-to-earth. After swallowing them in one big mouthful, he instantly felt a fragrant fragrance in his mouth. It was extremely refreshing.
The taste of home!
Delicious!
How fragrant!
"This girl's cooking skills are really good. I might already be a dead person. She should take good care of a cancer patient like me who is on the verge of death and come over every day to bring me delicious food…"
Cancer required attention to one's diet, especially stomach cancer. He was so satisfied with such delicious and nutritious food that he collapsed on the recliner in the courtyard and did not want to move at all.
After resting for a while, he began to do some chores and cleaned up some places in the orchard.
After finishing his farm work in the yard, he was covered in mud. He began to wash his clothes, wrung out the water, and hung the clothes and underwear on the rope in the yard." By the way, when should I go into the city to get a washing machine?"”
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The next day, Chen Xi, this round-faced girl, was addicted to delivering lunchboxes.
However, in the face of her pitiful and sympathetic attitude towards a terminally ill patient, Xu Zhi did not reject her.
Staying at home and plowing the land, with people giving him delicious food and taking care of him, a terminally ill patient on the verge of death, made him feel that the world was full of love. Was there a more nourishing farming and rural life than this?
There was nothing else.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely see Nanshan.
Plowing the fields, planting the fields, and living a leisurely life in the garden, he already had a vague sense of seclusion.
This short day was very short for Xu Zhi. Three meals and a night's sleep was a long time for the sandbox. It was already a long 100 years. For bugapes, whose average lifespan was 40 to 50 years, two generations of reproduction had passed.
Now, after two generations, the young bugape had passed the torch of civilization. Had he died of old age?
He didn't.
He gave Xu Zhi a huge surprise.
Xu Zhi clearly recorded the progress of their civilization.
In the ten years after Xu Zhi's departure, Gilgamesh led the bugapes to continue fleeing.
He was amazed that there was such a magical fire in the world. Fire could cook food, fire could drive away giant beasts at night, and fire could provide warmth and maintain body temperature in cold nights.
The use of fire represented the origin of civilization.
The Sword of Damocles that was left behind was an invincible weapon in this ancient forest. Gilgamesh had used the sharpness of his weapon to kill countless Dora behemoths that were similar to the wretched egg-stealing dragon, allowing the people to struggle at death's door and begin to have the power to resist.
In the second decade.
Gilgamesh had left his youth and was walking towards his thirties.
He became majestic and tall. He led the tribe and became the strongest hunter of the bugape tribe. He was called the Hero King by the people of the tribe.
He even used fire to burn the land to make it fertile. He began to cultivate and carry out a simple farming life.
He was insufferably arrogant, barbaric, and self-centered. The Behemoth of Wisdom had handed over three treasures of civilization to him. He clearly knew that civilization was the inheritance of knowledge and history, so he boldly developed cuneiform and innovative language to record the history of the race.
He believed that he was the first intelligent species to create a civilized world. He recorded the history of his civilization in books and praised it, shamelessly calling it " Founding Era."
He was rude, tyrannical, and charismatic.
In the tribe, he had 131 beautiful wives who gave birth to offspring for him. Most of the offspring were strong and strong, inheriting his brawny and intelligent body.
However, the bugape had a lifespan of 30 to 40 years, while Gilgamesh was already in his thirties.
This ambitious man had already reached the end of his race. He had ushered in his old age. Back then, the rough and unconstrained Hero King who wielded the Sword of Damocles had already walked towards the end of his life.
In the treehouse made of trees, the flames in the fireplace burned fiercely, emitting heat waves.
" That is the flame of civilization that the Behemoth of Wisdom bestowed upon me. It is so beautiful, like a leaping red stamen.”
Gilgamesh sat calmly on a giant chair woven from the fur of the Alla behemoth, looking at the flames. His gaze was deep and distant, and his tall and sturdy body was already old and slow. He turned his head and looked at the behemoth heads hanging on the wall.
The bones and skulls of all kinds of giant beasts were ferocious, unyielding, powerful, and shocking. These once insufferably arrogant savage giant beasts had been conquered by him one by one.
The entire wall seemed to be a record of his glorious life.
His life was glorious enough and rotten enough.
He had realized his dream when he was young.
He was satisfied.
" The next tribe leader has already been decided to be my son, Aga of Kish. His abilities aren't inferior to mine. He can lead the entire tribe to fight against the giant beasts and continue the glory.”
Gilgamesh could clearly feel that his life was gradually coming to an end. Death was inevitable for all living things, and he had almost resigned himself to his fate. He silently took out the Blood of Power from back then and sighed." There's no need to worry about anything anymore. The giant beast of wisdom said that only the bravest warriors in the world can take it. If they can't survive death, they will have unparalleled power.”
"Am I the bravest warrior in the world?”
"Let me take a look!" He was a hero in his twilight years, and his turbid eyes were slightly stunned. He suddenly thought of his glorious years in his life. He suddenly shed tears and silently pierced his arm, pouring the blood of power on his wound.
It hurt!
It was extremely painful!
Gilgamesh struggled.
The dying hero fell to the ground. He had experienced countless battles, but he had never been rolling and panting in such pain.
In the end, he survived death and stood up. The black hair on his body gradually receded, revealing his strong abdominal muscles. The dense black hair on his face also receded, revealing a perfect face that was like a god.
He was no longer grayish black, but had turned into a bugape with snow-white fur.
Her skin was delicate and translucent, as clear as termites, as if she was a snow giant that had walked out of a blizzard. Her muscles were as golden as Greek sculptures, and she had a strong sense of streamlined beauty.
"This power is…"
" Blood of Power!" The burly young man with snow-white hair slowly stood up." What a great power!"”
Kacha.
He squeezed the solid skeleton handle slightly and it shattered instantly.
At that moment, in the tribe, Gilgamesh's son, Aga of Kish, was standing high up. He raised the Sword of Damocles high and announced that he would be the next leader.
Agha of Kish was wise and mighty, with both talent and moral character. Compared to his tyrannical and arrogant father, he was more like a qualified and kind leader. Gilgamesh was also aware of this, which was why he was willing to give his position to Agha when he was old. He was not willing to lead the tribal civilization that his people had established to destruction.
But now, it was different.
It was completely different.
Even if the very kind and beloved Agha of Kish had enough respect for his father and had never thought of seizing his position, Gilgamesh was not allowed to have any hidden dangers.
"I'm back. The leader is still mine.”
On this day, fresh blood splattered, and wails rang out in the Sumerian tribe. Hero King Gilgamesh had killed his son and regained his position as leader, living his second life.
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