My basement connects to another world.

Chapter 33 Rice

Songhai City Gymnasium, annex office.

Zhou Kang looked at the chat window on his phone and shook his head.

After the archery open tournament, he asked the young man named Jiang Yuan twice if he wanted to go professional, offering to make an introduction.

But the other party clearly had no such awareness, so he never contacted them.

But unexpectedly, this person is now sending me messages, still trying to sell some kind of ointment.

Zhou Kang had been practicing archery for over a decade; otherwise, he wouldn't have developed a liking for Jiang Yuan and taken the initiative to communicate with him.

After all, as the deputy secretary of the Songhai City Gymnasium, there were too many people making demands of him.

"Is there really such a thing as a family-inherited plaster?" Secretary Zhou didn't believe it.

His shoulder injury is a chronic problem. He has undergone various physical therapies, applied countless plasters, and tried many folk remedies.

Many experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctors confidently predict how long it will take to see results, but the shoulders still ache, and it's still difficult to lift them on rainy days.

Not to mention that she also developed some skin diseases during that time.

He put his phone on the table, picked up a stack of registration forms spread out next to him, and started looking at them.

Since it's free anyway, I'll just say I've used it and it didn't have much effect.

The 20th Provincial Archery Professional Invitational Tournament, to be held this month, has been chosen to be held at the Songhai City Gymnasium, and he still needs to make proper arrangements.

……

The basement of the old house.

The clutter that had filled the basement had disappeared, replaced by forty nylon bags.

Each bag was connected to the next with nylon rope, covering a basement of more than 20 square meters.

This bag is filled with high-quality rice, 50 jin per bag, totaling 2,000 jin of rice!

Jiang Yuan estimated that the tribe of eight hundred people should have enough food for a week if they ate sparingly.

"The Gate to the Realm!" Jiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat as he gripped the nylon rope.

A golden halo spread out silently.

Perhaps it was due to his conscious effort.

This time, the portal was larger than ever before, its edges reaching all four walls of the basement, its glow flowing and submerging the rice bags on the ground.

A moment of weightlessness followed, and then my feet felt solid.

Jiang Yuan looked down at the rope in his hand.

It was taut and straight. Looking around, the narrow tree hole was filled with polished rice.

He looked at it carefully.

The basement of the old house is much larger than this tree hole.

When the portal opened in the basement, it covered the entire space, but after the teleportation, all the supplies seemed to only fall within the area of ​​this tree hole, with only a small portion missing.

Jiang Yuan thought about it for a moment and then understood.

Things that are outside the portal's boundaries cannot appear out of thin air outside the tree hole.

"Is this considered exploiting a bug?" He untied the main rope from his wrist, lifted the animal skin curtain, and felt the cold wind carrying snowflakes hit his face.

It's daytime outside.

The dim sunlight filtered through the branches of the canopy tree.

But the Frostclaw tribe was quite lively.

The cat-eared people are not afraid of the cold.

In the distance, on a vast open space, a dozen or so cat-eared women were busy working around a large earthenware jar.

The earthenware pot sat on the stone stove, bubbling away, while a woman stirred it with a long-handled wooden spoon.

A slightly grassy and sour smell wafted over.

This is one of the main foods of the cat-eared tribe, a porridge made from wild rice.

Many people were still queuing up with their earthenware pots to receive food.

There were elderly people, women holding infants, and several teenagers holding bowls, waiting quietly.

No one rushed us or cut in line.

Food shortages occurred due to the sudden and unexpected harsh winter.

Therefore, the Frostclaw tribe adopted a distribution system, where all food was handed over to the chief, Ug, for unified distribution.

The hunters each received half a serving of dried meat and a bowl of porridge daily, while those who did not hunt received even less.

As Jiang Yuan was watching, a young soldier quickly walked towards him.

He had seen this person before; he was from the Keshan team.

Wearing a leather armor and a hunting knife at his waist, he walked up to Jiang Yuan and stopped. He twitched his nostrils and looked into the tree hole behind Jiang Yuan.

What's that smell? He was a little curious, but considering the other party was human, he suppressed his curiosity and said:

"Human, the leader requests your presence."

Jiang Yuan followed him to the central giant tree and spiraled up the steps.

Lifting the curtain covered with white animal skin, the tree hollow was exactly the same as before.

A map made of animal hide was spread out on the low table in the center, with stones weighing down the four corners.

Ug sat behind the low table, his grey-blue eyes lifting up. "Sit."

Jiang Yuan sat down across from him at the low table.

The soldier retreated, and the curtain fell.

"Do you have the legendary wine?" Ug asked bluntly.

"As expected, the snacks didn't entice you, but the alcohol worked well..." Jiang Yuan nodded, "Yes."

"Take it out quickly."

Jiang Yuan coughed. "This thing is very precious."

Ug quickly pulled a magic core from his leather pouch and placed it on the table. "Is this enough?"

It is the size of a walnut, dark gray, with wisps of light slowly flowing inside.

It was a whole size larger than the first-tier one that Ke Shan had given him.

It's clearly a second-tier magic core.

"That's enough." Jiang Yuan picked it up and put it in his pocket, then stood up. "However, Chief Ug, you have to come with me."

"Where to?"

"My confidant." Jiang Yuan used the same excuse he had given to Priest Muye to vouch for himself, "I used divine magic to bring some food over for trade, but this time I brought a larger amount and need the tribe's help."

"Such divine magic exists?" Ug's eyes lit up for a moment, then quickly suppressed them again.

Priestess Duskleaf returned from the Graycover Forest and stayed alone, instructing others not to disturb her.

Perhaps the situation there is more serious than he thinks.

If the divine magic described by the human in front of him were truly as powerful as it seemed, Priestess Muye would definitely have informed him.

It could only be an effect, not as good as these humans claim.

However, it was always good to replenish the tribe's food supply, so he stood up: "I'll go with you!"

The two emerged from the tree hole one after the other.

Ug took large strides, making a thumping sound on the wooden steps.

The cat-eared people lining up to receive their porridge in the open space saw their leader stride eastward, and many of them turned around to look.

Ug usually walks steadily and rarely in such a hurry.

Ug ignored the stares and walked a few steps to the tree hole in Jiangyuan.

He stopped walking.

His nostrils twitched twice.

A fourth-tier warrior's five senses allow him to detect the aura of magical beasts from hundreds of steps away.

Standing at the entrance of this tree hollow, a smell seeped out from the gap in the curtain.

He suddenly lifted the curtain.

One by one, white bags of unknown material were piled up from the low platform to the entrance of the cave, one bag on top of another.

The bag was also printed with those square characters that he couldn't understand.

The entire tree hollow was completely filled, leaving no room to step.

"Is this all food?" Ug's grey-blue eyes swept over the stack of white bags, and his breathing became heavy.

Jiang Yuan nodded.

Ug turned and yelled outside, "Everyone! Come here!"

The women queuing to receive the porridge twitched in fright.

The few hunters who were closest ran over first.

Ke Shan wasn't there; instead, several other people on duty came.

"leader!"

"Quickly, bring these out!"

A young soldier peered into the tree hole; his tail was stiffly sticking up behind him, and his mouth was open.

The older man was the first to react, grabbing the nearest bag of rice and lifting it out.

The 50-pound bag wasn't heavy, but he moved it as carefully as if he were carrying something fragile.