Before the Oobao, flags fluttered, and white bones stood stark. Zuwaro and Ali stood gazing, but no one could see through time to glimpse the future of history. They could only rely on their experience and vision to imagine certain possibilities and then decide their destiny.
"Ancestor High Priest! You are a benevolent priest, but the law of the Northern Land often has nothing to do with kindness. Potatoes can be planted in the far north, much more cold-resistant than wheat, and are truly a crucial military asset! Be sure to be cautious about their spread. Although, if we plant them in the land of the Jurchen, it will eventually spread out. However, with the barrier of the Black Water Forest, this time can be delayed by a decade or two, until the strength of our tribes has the rare advantage to grow strong!"
At this point, Ali sincerely and seriously spoke.
