The old man smiled and shed some tears, crying with joy.

Although Mr. Tyndall was speechless, the voice in his heart was deafening.

He was beaten, wronged, and misunderstood. He had such deep feelings for Mai Miao. Maybe he just had a very simple idea:

I want everyone to be fed.

In novels, he is a kind old man, but in reality, he is a treasure of mankind.

If you were like Mr. Tyndall in the real world, you should enjoy the admiration of all people and enjoy all the blessings in the world.

Unfortunately, this is the world of Yasha that is in danger.

Characters like Mr. Tyndall do not even exist in historical records.

"I still suspect that I have found the wrong person. If even the old man is not qualified to be an agricultural scholar, then no one is qualified."

Qi Ge stood at the edge of the field and couldn't help but feel a little sad. He smiled and said:

"Old man, it's windy and cold outside. Let's go back. Don't be in a hurry. We'll come back tomorrow."

"Ahhh"

The old man nodded, climbed up, held a torch and followed Qi Ge, and they walked towards the three-story thatched house in the darkness.

The torches burned, and wherever they walked they would always be illuminated.

…

…

It's dawn the next day.

Ryan Hart brought all the remaining troops and axis weights to the new camp to join everyone.

With a stable food supply, the three leaders gathered together, which heralded the completion of the new base of the human tribe.

Qi Ge felt in his heart that the day when the old man became an [agricultural scholar] might be today.

Therefore, he stood guard outside the new tribe early in the morning, waiting for Ryan Hart to arrive.

Qi Ge did not wait long, and Ryan Hart successfully arrived with all the troops.

After Rean Hart, Sahara Edric, and Mrak Gallant completed the handover, Qi Ge immediately pulled Rean Hart to his office and said impatiently:

"Uncle! Good news!

After Mr. Tyndall's selection and breeding, the average yield of [green wheat] is now twice that of before.

Moreover, according to Mr. Tyndall, this batch of [green wheat] should be able to triple the yield!"

"Three times! It can actually reach three times."

Ryan Hart laughed heartily. In front of Qi Ge, he couldn't help but be excited and walked around the room.

“It can actually reach 3 times!

Great, really great.

With food, our tribe can multiply, and with tribes multiplying, we can have hope.

The next generation will have more and more types of soldiers, from thatched huts to white stone houses, everything will be fine.

Qinge, you and Mr. Tindall have made great contributions."

Qi Ge smiled and said:

"I don't have much credit, I mainly rely on Mr. Tyndall.

Uncle, you said Mr. Tyndall has made such great contributions, should we give him a title to reward him?

I think the title of agricultural scholar sounds good."

Seven pigeons are crazy hints.

"Yes! Must!"

Ryan Hart touched his chin, thought for a while, and asked:

"Qinge, tell me, is it useful for me to make Mr. Tyndall a noble now?"

Before Qi Ge could answer, Ryan Hart said with some disappointment:

"Qinge, we are no longer the Enroth we used to be. How can we say that we are nobles and commoners?

We are all a group of desperate people, and the leader and the led share life and death.

I am so poor and clean that even if I want to reward Mr. Tyndall, I have nothing to offer him."

Qi Ge:……

To be honest, even Qi Ge himself was not sure whether he would be happy to give the old man a noble title.

The old man's son has unfortunately passed away. The old man's only ideal is to feed everyone.

The old man is an old farmer of the second level army. He is so old, and material comforts are meaningless to him.

Qi Ge thought for a while and said to Ryan Hart:

"Uncle, I have an idea.

We took some time to take the old man to the wild together to find some easy-to-deal with wild beasts.

Then we tried to find a way to cripple the beast and control it, and let the old man make up the final blow.

Give the old man some experience, and then give him the resources to advance.

If the old man can advance successfully, he can live a few more years."

Ryan Hart's eyes lit up, he slammed his hand and said:

"What a great idea! I'm a hero, I can open a fighting space for you.

Lancelot has a swift charge that can maim wild beasts.

Come on, let’s go find Lancelot to discuss it now.”

Qi Ge was about to leave with Ryan Hart when suddenly, one after another exclamations came from outside the house, attracting their attention at the same time.

The distance was a bit far, so Qi Ge couldn't hear clearly, but the words floating vaguely in the wind made Qi Ge feel chills all over his body.

"...Save...faint!"

"Man……"

Oops, something happened!

Qi Ge put his hands on the ground and ran over quickly.

Ryan Hart stretched out his hand, grabbed Qi Pigeon's armpit and lifted Qi Pigeon up.

"I'll take you."

Seven Pigeons is a paladin, Ryan Hart is also a paladin, and Ryan Hart is still a hero. With a minimum level of 5, of course he can carry Seven Pigeons.

Ryan Hart took long strides and ran towards the center of the village with seven pigeons.

Military camps, residential areas, and warehouses ran past one after another. Qi Ge and the others were getting closer and closer to the farmland, and the ominous premonition in Qi Ge's heart grew stronger.

The two arrived at the farmland area, where a large group of farmers and soldiers were surrounding the farmland.

The newly planted green wheat was bent a lot, but no one cared.

Ryan Hart shouted angrily:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

When the crowd heard the sound, they immediately turned around. The expressions on everyone's faces were very sad and sorrowful.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and Hades knelt on the ground, holding Tyndall in his hands.

Tyndall held an ear of wheat that had not yet sprouted with both hands, and opened his mouth slightly.

When Hades saw Qi Ge and Lien Hart, he burst into tears and said in tears:

"The leader, the hero. Mr. Ding, Mr. Ding is dead."

"Dead!!" Qi Ge was shocked and angry:

"How did he die?! Why don't you take good care of him?"

Ryan Hart gritted his teeth and felt very uncomfortable.

He patted the seven pigeons and said:

"Mr. Tyndall will die of old age.

End of life.

Qin Ge, sad and adaptable."

Ryan Hart took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee, and declared loudly:

"Mr. Tyndall, he devoted himself to the tribe, worked hard together, and died a worthy death!

A grand burial! Erect a monument!"

Ryan Hart's voice penetrated the sky, and everyone in the entire human tribe could hear it no matter what they were doing.

"Mr. Tyndall's life span has come to an end."

Bai Hatter held her hands on her chest, feeling very uncomfortable. Over the past twenty days, she also admired the old man very much.

Over the past twenty days, the image of Tyndall not thinking about eating and drinking in order to produce more food for the territory was still etched in her mind.

Bai Hart took a deep breath and knelt down on one knee.

The archer releases his spear, the knight dismounts, the swordsman holds his sword...
To be continued...