Xu Zhi returned to the house, entered the kitchen, and began to boil water. He was thirsty and wanted to drink a cup of tea.
The seeds of civilization had been sprinkled.
This furry insectoid ape had a more western-like body shape. It was named Gilgamesh, the mythical king of the west. One could see the high hopes Xu Zhi had for him.
Even when the insectoid apes were in the test tube stage, they could not accept the second gene — the termite gene. Xu Zhi also gave it to him. One could see the high hopes he had.
Whether or not he could truly rise would depend on himself.
Next, Xu Zhi appeared to be very comfortable. 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 sand table, but there are still a dozen acres of leftovers. Should I clean up the weeds too?"
Xu Zhi thought about it and decided to do it, even though he did not know what to do with the remaining land.
Dong dong dong!
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
Xu Zhi was shirtless. He put down the hoe and opened the door. Outside the door was Chen Xi, carrying a pile of food and looking at him. She was very curious about the yard. "Eh? You're farming? "
"Yes, I'm training my hands and body." Xu Zhi picked up a towel and wiped his sweat. She could not see anything in the sand table and only thought that he was farming.
"Shocking! Who would have thought that a top student from a foreign company would quit a job with an annual salary of more than a hundred thousand, get a terminal illness, and return home to farm. "
Scratching his head, Chen Xi looked at Xu Zhi's golden ratio upper body and the distinct contours of his muscles. His face turned red as he silently cursed, "Brother Xu Zhi, I'll leave the food here! Do you need help? I also help my mother plant seedlings at home. Your orchard has been abandoned for a long time. Your orchard is more than a hundred acres, right? You're really rich. You can't handle it alone! "
"No need."
Xu Zhi chuckled and said, "I can't help it. The yard is big, so I just want to clear a piece of land and plant some interesting seeds. Maybe they will blossom into flowers that will make people sigh in admiration."
"Oh." Chen Xi exhaled curiously, patted her chest, and promised, "Then work hard on farming! Tell me what you want to eat! Your Aunt Li and I will cook for you! "
Then he skipped away.
In the end, she secretly added, giving Xu Zhi a critical blow, "You were so dispirited before, but suddenly your face became rosy and you grew hair. It must be the final radiance of the setting sun … I don't think you can live for more than a few days. Before you die, I have to take good care of you."
Huh??
I have to die if I grow hair?
"Motherf * cker, does she think this is my last dinner? This girl is so insulting. I'm only in the middle stage of stomach cancer." Xu Zhi was furious. He glared at the girl and opened the lunch box.
Inside were small bento boxes that were carefully prepared.
Poached eggs, carrots, and stir-fried vegetables with meat. It was very down-to-earth. He swallowed it in a big mouthful and immediately felt his mouth full of fragrance. It was so refreshing.
The taste of home!
Delicious!
So fragrant!
"This girl's cooking is really good. I might already be a dead man. She should take good care of a dying cancer patient like me and bring me delicious food every day …"
Cancer patients needed to pay attention to their diet, especially those with stomach cancer. He ate such delicious and nutritious food happily. He collapsed on the reclining chair in the yard and did not want to move anymore.
After a while, he began to do some chores and clean up some places in the orchard.
After finishing the farm work in the yard, he was covered in mud. He began to wash clothes, wring out the water, and hung the clothes and underwear on the rope in the yard. "Oh yes, when should I go to the city to get a washing machine?"
…
The next day, the round-faced girl, Chen Xi, was addicted to sending bento boxes.
However, in the face of her compassion for the terminally ill, Xu Zhi did not refuse any of them.
Farming at home, with people sending him delicious food and taking care of him, a dying terminally ill patient, made him feel that the world was full of love. Was there a more nourishing farming and rural life than this?
There was none.
Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely looking at the southern mountain.
Plowing the fields, planting the land, and the extremely leisurely life in the farm garden, he vaguely had the artistic conception of living in seclusion.
This short day was very short for Xu Zhi. In the time it took for three meals and a nap, a long time had passed for the sand table. It had been a long 100 years. For the insect monkeys, whose average lifespan was 40 to 50 years, they had already gone through two generations of reproduction.
Now, after two generations, the immature insect monkey had passed the torch of civilization. Had he died of old age?
Not really.
He gave Xu Zhi a big surprise.
Xu Zhi clearly recorded the progress of their civilization.
In the ten years after Xu Zhi left, Gilgamesh led the insect monkeys to continue their escape.
He was amazed that there was such a magical fire seed in the world. The fire could cook food, the fire could drive away behemoths at night, and the fire could provide warmth and maintain body temperature in the cold night.
The use of fire represented the origin of civilization.
And the Sword of Damocles that was left behind was an invincible weapon in this primitive forest. With the help of the sharpness of the weapon, Gilgamesh killed countless Dora behemoths that were similar to the wretched Oviraptorosaurus. This allowed the people to struggle at death's door and began to have the strength to resist.
In the second ten years.
Gilgamesh was no longer immature, and he walked towards his thirties.
He became majestic and tall. He led the tribe and became the most powerful hunter of the insect monkeys. He was called the Hero King by the people of the tribe.
He even used fire to burn the land to make the land fertile. He began farming and lived a simple life of farming.
He was insufferably arrogant and domineering. The intelligent behemoths handed the three treasures of civilization to him. He clearly knew that civilization was the inheritance of knowledge and history. Therefore, he boldly created the cuneiform script that recorded the history of the tribe and created a new language.
He believed that he was the first intelligent species to open up a civilized world. He recorded the history of his civilization in books and praised it. He boasted shamelessly and named it "Genesis".
He was domineering and tyrannical, and he was extremely charismatic.
In the tribe, he had 131 beautiful wives who gave birth to his descendants. Most of the descendants were strong and strong, and they inherited his sturdiness and wisdom.
However, the insect monkeys had a lifespan of 30 to 40 years. The current Gilgamesh was already in his thirties.
This ambitious man had reached the end of his tribe. He ushered in his old age. Back then, the boorish and bold Hero King who wielded the Sword of Damocles was already approaching the end of his lifespan.
In the treehouse made of trees, the fire in the fireplace burned fiercely, emitting waves of heat.
"That is the flame of civilization that the intelligent behemoths bestowed upon me. It is so beautiful, like a jumping fiery red stamen."
Gilgamesh sat calmly on a giant chair weaved from the fur of the Ala Behemoths. He looked at the fire with a deep and distant gaze. His tall and burly body was already old and slow. He turned his head and looked at the behemoths' skulls hanging on the wall.
The skulls of various behemoths were ferocious, unyielding, powerful, and shocking. These once insufferably barbaric behemoths 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 it was enough to be rotten.
He had fulfilled the dream he had when he was young.
He was satisfied.
"The next chief of the tribe has already been determined to be my son, the son of Kish, Agha. His ability is not inferior to mine. He can lead the entire tribe to fight against the behemoths and continue our glory."
Gilgamesh could clearly feel that his life was gradually approaching its end. Death was unavoidable for living beings. He had almost resigned himself to his fate. He silently took out the Power Blood from back then and sighed, "There is nothing to worry about. The intelligent behemoths said that only the bravest warriors in the world can consume it. If they can't survive death, if they can survive, they will obtain unparalleled power."
"Am I the bravest warrior in the world?"
"Let me take a look!" He was a hero past his prime. His turbid eyes were slightly stunned. In a trance, he recalled the glorious days of his life. Suddenly, he teared up. He silently stabbed his arm and poured the Power Blood on his wound.
Pain!
Incomparable pain!!!!
Gilgamesh struggled.
This old hero fell to the ground. He had experienced countless battles in his life, but he had never rolled and panted in such pain.
In the end, he survived death and stood up. The thick black hair on his body gradually receded, revealing his strong chest and abdominal muscles. The dense black hair on his face also receded, revealing a god-like perfect face.
He was no longer gray and black. His whole body had turned into an insect ape with snow white hair.
His skin was exquisite and crystal clear, as clear as a termite. He was like a snow giant that walked out of a blizzard. His muscles were like the golden ratio of a Greek sculpture.
"This power is …"
The burly white-haired young man slowly stood up. "The Power Blood, what a great power."
Crack.
He slightly squeezed the sturdy skeleton armrest, and it instantly shattered.
At this time, in the tribe, Gilgamesh's son, Kish's son, Agha, was standing on a high place. He raised the Sword of Damocles high and announced the succession of the next leader.
Kish's son, Agha, was wise and powerful. He was talented and virtuous. Compared to his tyrannical and arrogant father, he was more like a qualified and kind leader. Gilgamesh was also clear about this. Therefore, when he was old, he was willing to hand over the position to him. He did not want to lead the tribe to be destroyed.
But now, it was different …
It was completely different.
The very kind and well-loved Kish's son, Agha, even if he had enough respect for his father and never thought of usurping his position, Gilgamesh could not allow any hidden dangers to exist.
"I'm back, leader. It's still mine."
On this day, blood was spilled. Cries of pain sounded in the Sumer Tribe. The Hero King Gilgamesh killed his son and regained the position of leader, living a second life