As soon as Ye Fan opened his mouth, he had already guessed that it was Moli who was going to be married, and the reason was very simple: first, the Yanhu tribe was not a fool, and not everyone was qualified to be married by them;

Then there is only one candidate left, Wang Mei Moli. However, as soon as the high priest saw Ye Fan like this, he knew that the man in front of him didn't know who was going to be married off at all.

"Boy, how about I remind you a few words?"

"What else can't you say, let's talk about it directly!" Ye Fan said casually, after this contact between him and the high priest, he felt that this old man was a talented person, he had lived for such a long time, there was no Alzheimer's disease, he was in a dirty and smelly shack some time ago, and he was not sick, which shows how vigorous he was when he was young, and Ye Fan must listen to the advice he gave.

"It doesn't matter if you know the girl you want to marry or not, but when you want to stop the king, or stop the entire tribe, you have to have strong strength, this is not personal combat power, but the ability to restrain their lifeline, understand?"

The high priest believed that Ye Fan could understand what he meant, "In addition, if you want to do something, you can't do it without helpers, one hero and three gangs, cultivate more of your own henchmen, even if you have no other thoughts, trouble comes to the door, you can fight back, instead of sitting still!"

Ye Fan nodded, and the high priest's bitter admonition made him understand that if he wants to make a difference in the tribe, then he must have the right to speak, and the right to speak together?

Isn't the Qilong tribe short of food? He Ye Fan can solve it, this is the absolute right to speak! Even if the king has an opinion about himself, he can only endure it, of course, the things in the tribe are not just food problems, just like the upcoming war season, competing with other tribes is a stage for Ye Fan to show his talent.

As for the problem of helpers, Ye Fan also began to work, Ah Gou, with his child's appearance, began to help Ye Fan collect intelligence, as long as the useful information was collected, Ah Dog would summarize and hand it over to Ye Fan, and the clansmen had no defense against orphans like Ah Dog, which was also the convenience of Ah Gou's identity.

As for Ah Qing, the punch of the last hard hammer Guru has made him the object of admiration of many civilians in the tribe, at least Ye Fan knows that whether it is a high-level warrior or an intermediate warrior, they will not listen to Ye Fan's words, and everyone has a clear master.

How to solve the problem of warriors? Then cultivate those who are talented from the commoners, but lack nutrition, Ye Fan is confident that the gap in individual combat can be reduced through collective cooperation, and the high-level warriors like Bachu can fight ten or twenty lower-level fighters, but what if they face a hundred?

What's more, Ye Fan is not a fool, he will use modern training methods to let these civilians quickly grow into soldiers who carry out orders, as long as he is given relatively enough time, he doesn't want the so-called friendly things to happen in the tribe where he is.

"I probably see what you mean! Thank you, old man!"

"What are we polite, hehe!" the high priest learned Ye Fan's words and said, "Don't forget to practice 'Wild Ball Boxing'!"

"Okay, I can't forget it!" Ye Fan nodded in agreement, and then left and returned to the tent.

Seeing Ye Fan, who was still sullen before, now humming a little song, Zhang Ran was very puzzled, "Ye Fan, are you performing Sichuan Opera to change your face? You were unhappy just now, and now you are poor and happy?"

"I've found the key to solving the problem!" Ye Fan replied to Zhang Ran, and began to think about the next thing, the sweet potatoes will be harvested in a week!

...

In the king's tent, the last general felt so unspeakable in the face of his sister for the first time, and the last could not bear the embarrassment of the royal brother, and took the lead in speaking, "I know, the clansmen have been hungry, and you feel uncomfortable, so you thought of me." ”

"This..."beads of sweat flowed from the general's forehead, and he was a little helpless, "Ah Li, it's not just because of the food problem! If I don't agree to the Yanhu tribe, they will have a reason to attack us, and the battle between our two tribes will start early, and you know, we have no chance of winning at all!"

"Brother Wang, what you said boils down to our tribe being too weak, the food problem, Ye Fan said he would help us solve it, you have been waiting for so long, there are still seven days left, can't you wait?" Mo Li said with some grievances: "Could it be that we will be able to win the Yanhu tribe in the future?

Every word of the end of the line was pierced into the sword of the last general's appreciation, as the king of the dragon tribe, how could he let his sister marry the dementia of the Yanhu tribe?

"Disturbed the two of you, in fact, about the matter of the Yanhu tribe, this saintess also heard about it. Jiang Simeng, accompanied by Bachu and Mu Li, walked directly into the king's tent, she glanced at Mo Li contemptuously, "Actually, it's not bad to marry the Yanhu tribe, at least you don't have to starve with it, and I can't stand it as a saint girl!"

"If you have something to say, just say it, there's no need to be weird!" Mo Li didn't have a good face towards Jiang Simeng, this woman had been deliberately targeting Ye Fan before, but now she was replaced by herself.

"Sister Wang's temper is really bad, hehe!" Jiang Simeng snorted coldly, "You have to understand, now you are facing the daughter of the god of Brahman, the holy daughter of the Zunlu people!"

"Moli, don't talk yet. Seeing that Mo Li wanted to refute, the king stopped her, "Holy Maiden, what do you think about the Yanhu tribe's request for marriage this time?"

Jiang Simeng looked at the king with a smile, and finally asked the right place, "Why did the Yanhu tribe ask for a kiss, it was nothing more than to test our attitude towards them! If we can stabilize the situation by marrying a royal sister and prevent them from attacking the tribe, I think it's worth it! Besides, didn't they say that they would provide us with a lot of food?"

"That's all you want to say?" Wang sneered and looked at Jiang Simeng, this woman has more than enough conspiracy, insufficient tricks, and what she said is no different from fart, fools know that sending Mo Li out is a good choice, but does Wang really sacrifice his sister?

"What the saint said is right, Sister Wang has always been as guarded as a jade, and now is the time to dedicate herself to the tribe!" Ba Chu glanced at Mo Li, thinking that this first beauty of the Zunlu tribe was going to marry a demented child, and he was in a good mood, "Let you refuse me back then!"

"I also agree, Sister Wang is good-looking, none of the men in our tribe can match him, and he is still the son of the chief of the Yanhu tribe!" Mu Li said, and a pair of triangular eyes began to look at Mo Li's body.

"Wang, I also think it's better for Sister Wang to get married!"

"In a war with the Yanhu tribe, we have no chance of winning at all, it is better to Taoguang now and marry a royal sister, it is better than the tribe being wiped out!"

"That's right, you are the royal sister, you have to be responsible for the tribe, everyone usually respects you, now is the time for you to give back to the clan!"

Gu Chen wanted to go out and refute it, but he didn't expect that the Prince Faction and the Holy Maiden Faction stood on the united front for the first time not to protect the tribe, and it was a great shame to lose and force a girl to marry a demented child!

Wang's face was pale, and just as he was about to speak, Mo Li had already spoken, "Everyone, since everyone thinks that marrying me is the best choice, then I won't shirk it!"

"Ah Li!" the king's voice trembled slightly, he really didn't want his sister to marry, as a tribal king, he couldn't let his sister have the right to choose a lover.

"Brother Wang, you don't need to say it, you understand what you mean. Mo Li knew in his heart that this tribe was not the king alone, and these high-level warriors he picked up also had the right to speak, and now these people began to force marriage!