The little boy was about four or five years old, standing there naked, with a pair of dark eyes looking curiously at the strange uncle who was slowly walking in.

Cai Feiming showed a sincere smile that was rare since the crossing, and a little emotion, maybe he remembered the woman who had promised to give him a monkey. Squatting down, he took out a piece of osmanthus brown sugar from the old Guifang of the Qiao family in West Lake from his pocket, and the uncle's seductive voice sounded: "Little friend..... Hey...... See what it is? ”

The little boy grabbed the brown sugar, watched the strange uncle make a gesture of "eating", sniffed it, stuffed the brown sugar into his mouth, and then smiled. Both of them were giggling, and the strange uncle suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the chick empty, pretending to swallow it in one bite, and the little boy ran away with his crotch in his hands......

In any middle-class community of American imperialism, Cai Feiming's actions just now are enough to make the strip dispatch, there will be at least three charges waiting for him, and if the lawyer is strong, he can also smash a felony on his head. The job will be lost, the reputation will be notorious, and the judge will prohibit him from appearing within the range of the child XX meters in the future.

However, in the 17th century indigenous village, only Feng Jun came over with a smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I found that you like children very much." ”

"Adults don't have a good thing, I can't like it." Cai Feiming nodded: "Children are the ...... of the future"

"Yes, raising children to prevent old age." Feng Jun nodded, and said with emotion: "None of us can rely on it, we can only rely on children." ”

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The deal went smoothly. The ironware, salt, glass beads, and cotton linen brought by the crossing were all very popular. Some of the fine lacquerware made by the Japanese and the porcelain produced in Jiangnan were also quickly exchanged by the villagers for deerskin, antlers, millet and air-dried meat. With the political implications of the trade being dominant, the indigenous side naturally felt that today's trade was particularly cost-effective, so it didn't take long for the Akito employees to start packing their bags, and their task was completed.

Cai Feiming and the others, accompanied by Gonda, were walking around the village. The village is not very large, a small village of about 300 people, and today it feels like there are a lot of people, and that is because there are elders or village chiefs from several surrounding villages. The population of the entire Xingang Society is actually just over 1,000 people: the carrying capacity of the land in the primitive state is poor, and an indigenous village needs deer farms, fishing grounds, and a large piece of land for rotational cultivation to sustain itself.

The natives here do not have cattle, and the domestic animals are dogs, pigs and chickens. Chickens were not used to eat, but to provide feathers for the warriors. Because it was a primitive commune, almost every house in the village had dried venison and pork hanging from the eaves, and barley, flax and millet were dried on bamboo mats, and taro and sweet potatoes could be seen, the latter of which must have been brought by fishermen or merchants who traded seeds.

The most popular are the skull strings hanging from the doorways of some of the houses, which were common among the indigenous peoples of the world in the seventeenth century. The local aborigines are no exception, and it has been a custom for countless years for warriors to go out to hunt heads or make appointments for war.

There is a long way to go...... Feng Jun and the others looked at the white bone ornaments on the porch, and felt more and more pressed for time.

The busiest doctors in the "Tuxuan Group" are naturally Bai Shuchao and Dong Qiang. Dong Qiang crossed to Hangzhou with another doctor after the expedition departed from Hangzhou, and this time he came with Cao Chuan's ship to support the large army.

The concept of "doctor" was acquired by the indigenous people from the Japanese and the red-haired people. The regular procedure is to find a witch when you are sick - do a ritual and eat some mountain soil and roots, and then go home and continue to wait for death. The natives of Xingang Society came into contact with the Japanese and the red hair relatively early, so they have this concept, even if the book and the so-called doctor of the red hair are really suspicious, but they are always a little more reliable than the witch.

So after hearing Ken Nishiyamagata introduce these two doctors among the outsiders, the natives quickly gathered around. Tooth extraction, feeding insect repellent tablets, disinfecting and suturing various traumas, Master Miaoshu and Dong Qiang were very busy.

At the moment, the two of them only have these three axes. They can't diagnose even the most profound diseases, and they don't take what little samples they have to use on the indigenous people, such as antibiotics.

Bai Shuchao still hasn't gotten his hands on the dental tools that he has been thinking about, and if he had, he could fill his teeth with mercury or gold today, instead of pulling out a bad tooth when he sees it.

In a sense, the medicines and consumables that the "Tuxuan Group" spends on the villagers today can be regarded as the real blood capital of the crossing forces: the existing insect repellent tablets like Albendafin cannot be produced by the traverser in ten years. As for the medical expenses announced by Bai Shuchao after the completion of the treatment, it is just to cultivate the correct trading concept of the indigenous people, and the value is incomparable.

The villagers were told that if the wound had been stitched up, they needed to hand over an extra deerskin, and after seven days, they could go to the doctor to remove the stitches.

Looking at the villagers who were dancing and spitting at the cotton yarn on their arms, the village chief of Gonda, the pressure on this rare big-picture indigenous was inexplicably lighter at this moment.

Lunch was cooked in an iron pot. There are iron pots traded in the village, and the people who have traveled through the world have also brought iron pots, including kettles and bowls, which are prepared in advance. Anyway, these things don't need to be carried by Master Kunlun, so you can carry them with you.

The staple food is millet, large and small beans, taro. The primitive cultivation method of the indigenous burning and rotation cannot serve rice, which has to play with water conservancy, and drought-tolerant millet is the staple food of the indigenous people of Xingang Society and even the entire island.

There are green onions and ginger in the village, and the thirteen incense, which has little market in the rich and noble families of Daming, is an artifact in Dazhang Village. The air-dried venison and fish, which are full of fishy smell and lack of salt, are boiled in a pot with thirteen spices, and served with green onions, ginger and small rice, which is a good meal no matter how you say it.

After eating and drinking, the scheduled show came on.

Before leaving, CEO Xia Xianze made important instructions: In this barbaric era, it is necessary for us to make our opponents realize that the traverser has the ability to destroy them at any time. It is only under this premise that everyone can sit down and talk about cooperation and trade. If you don't show your strength, then the cooperation must be unreliable, so if you don't have the opportunity, you have to create opportunities.

Following the boss's instructions, after eating, the "Tuxuan Group" did not rush to negotiate with the indigenous leaders, but sent fierce men such as Wei Yuan, intending to use assault rifles to perform several "impromptu programs" for the villagers.

More than 200 meters away, the wall is lined with bamboo knots, human skulls, wooden blocks and deer bones. This distance couldn't be further - it was already the diameter of the village.

The excited villagers on both sides of the main road were instantly honest after the MK-17 assault rifle emitted a loud noise and muzzle flame. Everything on the wall was shattered in seconds by a giant taller than the eaves with an iron pipe in his hand.