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Time made Murong Chuchu pass by quickly surrounded by the aura of God. When the first batch of wheat was harvested, it was already four months later, and the "flour" conjured from a simple stone mill made Murong Chuchu's divine aura even brighter.

As a "goddess", Murong Chuchu was often invited to participate in children's coming-of-age ceremonies, or some activities that women could not attend. And the customs of the tribe are also changing subtly because of the satisfaction or dissatisfaction of the goddess, of course, this is a very slow change.

At this time, although Murong Chuchu never participated in the wars of foreign tribes except for protecting the tribe. However, her command has now increased to forty people, and the standardized "regular army" is definitely a nightmare for other tribes, so the number of captives is increasing.

However, all this is not what Murong Chuchu wants.

Although, every morning, when she stood on the high treehouse, combing her long black hair with a wooden comb, looking at the busy tribal women, men, and children under the treehouse, she suddenly had a feeling of returning to the old barracks, at that time, Yue Xiaofei only used a fair "full meal" to win the recognition and loyalty of all the people in the old barracks.

Could it be said that these things that Murong Chuchu did here were fundamentally different from what Yue Xiaofei did? No, it's just that this made Murong Chuchu understand what he couldn't figure out at that time. That is the loyalty of Yue Xiaofei's subordinates to him, just out of a safe and prosperous life, but ensuring these is a means for Yue Xiaofei to maintain fairness all the time.

With the increase in grain after the wheat harvest, the people of the tribe gradually felt the benefits of growing food, and in the next planting season, a considerable number of male laborers had joined in, although the usual care was still the work of the women.

In the past few months, several Han people who have fallen here, except for Murong Chuchu, have gained very much.

Huang Bo's fishing nets, sails, and wheat, as well as the silver needles of Luan's father and son, and their many disciples who could speak rough Chinese, made the three of them rise to the level of "gods" as well, although they could not yet compare with Murong Chuchu's status.

This is from the fact that the women in the tribe have begun to quietly change themselves according to the appearance of the "goddess", and they were originally naked, but they have extra clothes cut from animal skins. That's about how the whole tribe, especially the women, recognized God.

The changes of the entire tribe are as mentioned above, and they are slowly changing under the "advanced technology" constantly displayed by the four Han people.

After getting along with Murong Chuchu for a long time, Luan Ping's heart also changed. The change even included his father, and the result of the change finally exploded a full year after they had been here.

When night fell, except for the regular army under Murong Chuchu, there were still people standing guard, and the entire tribe was dark.

Well-fed blacks often danced around the fire at this time. Only now the change is that the women are no longer naked, although they still line up in a horseshoe shape to accompany them.

The men came from the jungle to the fire, painted with fresh white mud and their eyes adorned with rings, dancing to a bright rhythm. Under the "education" of the gods, it is only at this time that the mud will be remembered, and the warriors and hunters who have been trained by the "goddess" are not allowed to paint the mud.

This is the same as Yue Xiaofei's method at that time, that is, "Either you listen to me, or you go out to face the troubled times and death, I really don't bother to care about you!" ”。 And among the tribes, a good warrior and a good hunter represent status, and the results are self-evident.

On such nights, the natives will dance in a very rhythmic way to find and communicate with the mysterious world, and express the joys and pains of life in the slightly desolate songs.

And today, surprisingly, Huang Bo and Luan Yizhi were not at home, they went to participate in the carnival night that they never liked very much, they just wanted to give Luan Ping a time.

In fact, the ideas of the three men are very simple and consistent. That is, in this uncivilized tribe, which is full of fairness and friendship, they don't know how long they will stay, maybe never.

Then, if you want the orthodox bloodline of the Han people to continue, the combination of Murong Chuchu and Luan Ping seems to be a natural thing, which is also what Luan usually thinks about.

In Murong Chuchu's eyes, from the fierce woman at the beginning, to the woman who shows her love and wisdom today, Luan Ping, who is in his youth, cannot be moved.

Especially, she is also a beautiful girl. In this tribe, which is quite ugly according to the traditional aesthetic concept of the Chinese, Murong Chuchu's beauty is in the "sublimation" day after day.

The sound of a knock on the door sounded, this was the rule that Murong Chuchu had set for everyone in the tribe, including of course the three men who lived nearby.

But it didn't respond to Luan Ping's fierce heartbeat in the anxiety,

"Tuk Tuk" Luan Ping knocked twice more, but still no one responded.

"She must have gone there!" Luan Ping made a guess.

There, it was the beacon tower on the top of a small hill not far from the tribe's station, where the tribe sent people to guard every night, and Murong Chuchu often went. For this reason, the whole tribe even bid farewell to their old itinerant life and built houses under the guidance of Huang Bo and settled down.

In the night wind, on the knocking beacon platform built with wood, there was only Murong Chuchu, and the guards had already been driven down by her.

The sea breeze in November is still heavy and damp, and it is the rainy season here. Although there was a roof here, the sea breeze still made the rain continue to drift in, and the rain with a hint of coolness had already soaked Murong Chuchu's body. And with the damp sea breeze, she lifted her hair.

These did not affect Murong Chuchu's thoughts, her dark eyes persistently penetrated the deep sea of the night, where was all her hope.

"All you need is a boat, just a boat to get back to Brother Yue!"

However, if she had followed the nautical knowledge that Murong Chuchu had learned under Huang Bo's teaching, she should have known that according to the current wind direction, there should not be ships here, because they were anchored in the Spice Islands in the South Sea, and they would rarely have the opportunity to come here.

Probably there is a master in the underworld, Murong Chuchu has always believed that she will find a boat and leave here to find her lover, even if she is afraid of dying in the sea for this.

Since hearing Huang Bo's words, she has always believed that Yue Xiaofei will definitely survive, since he is alive, then he is her eternal love.