Chapter 97: Collect pollen

Sam began to teach Qin Ming the correct way of collecting.
It turns out that not all pollen needs to be collected, ordinary pollen without much nutrition and aura, they do not need to be collected.
Every flower that grows here more or less breeds high-quality pollen that contains aura.
What they have to do is to sift out the few useful high-quality pollen among a pile of useless pollen, and collect them and transport them back.
It may seem simple, but it is actually quite tedious and boring.
Qin Ming tried to collect a few flowers and collected some high-quality pollen.
Then I opened the task interface, and sure enough, the collection of Linghua pollen in task two still didn't make any progress.
Although these pollen also contain a small amount of spiritual energy, they are not derived from spiritual flowers, so they are obviously not counted.
Looking at the pollen in his hand, Qin Ming took a sip with the idea of ​​going to the countryside and doing the same.
The pollen has a sweet taste with a slight floral fragrance.
If you taste it carefully, you can also distinguish the taste of pollen in different flowers, which are different.
The faint aura diffused in the body, fleeting.
It is effective, but unless it is long-term and large-scale consumption, the effect of only a few bits of pollen is very small.
"Linghua's pollen should be more effective, but where should I look for it." Qin Ming focused on the task and scanned the surroundings.
Although this sea of ​​flowers is large, the chance of finding a spirit flower among thousands of flowers is quite low.
"Sam, are there any spiritual flowers growing in the sea of ​​flowers?" Qin Ming asked.
"Yes, but they are already occupied by those powerful tribes. Outsiders don't even go picking pollen without permission. They just can't get closer," Sam said.
Qin Ming felt that this was a normal phenomenon. The strong tribe had more resources, while the weak tribe could only drink soup and eat leftovers.
This is the main tone of the spirit world, and it is the same everywhere.
"Does our tribe have any?" Qin Ming didn't know much about the tribe of these flower elves, and he didn't know whether the Jiading tribe he was currently in was strong or weak.
Logically speaking, a tribe with a population of over 1,000 should not be too bad.
Unexpectedly, Sam shook his head directly.
"The patriarch is very old, and he rarely fights for these benefits for the tribe. In addition, the current strength of our tribe is not that strong..."
Qin Ming looked at other tribe flower elves who were busy in the distance, and said, "How much pollen do I need to collect in one day?"
"I don’t know much about other tribes. One person in our tribe needs to hand in at least 25,000 pollen containing spiritual energy a day. There will be a special person to count and record. Generally, it takes ten to twelve hours to collect it at a normal speed. Sometimes it takes luck. Not very good, this time has to be increased." Sam said, his tone a little low.
Obviously she is also very dissatisfied with her current workload.
More than ten hours a day shuttle flowers to collect pollen, which means that they have to fly so much time every day, both mentally and physically, they will definitely feel quite tired.
Even after I heard that the daily task demand will increase, this is even more terrible.
Anyway, if Qin Ming wasted so much time every day on collecting pollen that was useless to him, he absolutely refused.
"Sam, if there is a conflict between the tribes, how will they usually be resolved?"
"I mean, um, like robbing pollen collected by other tribes."
When Qin Ming said this, other thoughts were already in his heart.
"Um..." Sam didn't notice Qin Ming's thoughts, and was still thinking about Qin Ming's question seriously, and said: "There are often conflicts between the residents of the tribes, as long as they are not big The scale of the explosion, the patriarch and the nobles will not take care of it."
"Oh? In other words, some personal conflicts were resolved by himself with his fists?" Qin Ming's eyes lightened slightly.
"That's right, but if people die, they will generally be held accountable," Sam said.
After she finished speaking, she realized that something was wrong, and stared at Qin Ming with her eyes widened, "Could you mean..."
Qin Ming immediately smiled and waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I'm a good person who abides by laws and regulations. Fighting is the most annoying, hehe, by the way, do you know which tribes have poor relations with us?"
"..."
The Nigal tribe, with more than 1,100 flower elves inhabitants, belongs to the middle and lower tiers among the tribes, with average strength.
It is close to the Jiading tribe and belongs to the relationship of upper and lower neighbors, or more accurately, the relationship of being evil neighbors.
The residents of the two tribes dislike each other, and in recent years they have been fighting for things.
Although there has never been a large-scale battle, the small friction has never been interrupted.
On this day, a flower elf from the Nigal tribe named Erji was proud of his glorious deeds while collecting pollen.
"Don't you know that the counselor of the Jardin tribe was chased by me for ten minutes and didn't dare to fight back. After he collected the pollen for a long time and was taken away by me, he wouldn't even resist, haha, It's really enjoyable."
"I said why your kid went back to rest so quickly yesterday. It turned out to be robbed of other people's pollen." The big brother couldn't help but scolded with a smile.
"Be careful, I will find someone to come over and settle the account today." The third brother Sanji also smiled and said so, but the actual situation was obviously not serious.
In fact, the three brothers have not done so much to pollen from other tribesmen.
Normally, they don’t make things big, just finding the right soft persimmon can basically make them succeed.
"Come and come, whoever is afraid of others, he won't come to me, I will squeeze him again in two days." Erji's frustration didn't work, and he didn't care at all.
At this moment, two flower elves flew slowly in the distance.
"That's the bastard, not only snatched my pollen, but also beat me up." The man cried with a swollen nose, but he refused to let him get closer, as if he was afraid of others. Come to trouble it again.
"Okay, you can go back and leave the rest to me." Qin Ming said speechlessly.
This was the first time he saw such a strange spirit.
The spiritual intelligence is high, and it has indeed revealed the diversity of the spirits' personalities.
Most of the spirits and monsters encountered in the past were just reckless and simple-minded.
"You, are you really okay? Or just forget it, but there are three people on the other side." After all, Zou Bao still has a bit of conscience, knowing that Qin Ming is going to stand for it, and finally couldn't help but persuade.
"Just leave it alone, thank you for leading the way." Qin Ming patted it on the shoulder, showing no fear on his face.
"Then, then I'm leaving, you have to be careful." Qin Ming couldn't be persuaded, and he hesitated for a while, and finally fluttered his wings and left quickly.