Following the natives who didn't seem to be exclusive, they came to a relatively high hill on the island, and Yang Tiancai roughly saw part of the outline and appearance here, although the beach at the end of the mountain range in the east was still invisible, but he could guess that this was not too big, about ten kilometers or slightly larger island. The mountains and forests on the island are dense, and the sound of birdsong can be heard from time to time, coupled with the relatively generous nutritional status of the natives here, which made Yang Tian's nervous heart relax a little. The conditions are relatively generous, perhaps meaning that the natives here should have a more moderate temperament, even if they seem to be very backward? With such a general judgment, Yang Tian had a little more confidence and did not rush to express himself.

"Where are you from?" A middle-aged local, who seemed to be bright-eyed and quite intelligent, smiled modestly when he saw Yang Tianhou. Judging from this person's expression, Yang Tian could see that this person's intelligence should be relatively outstanding among these people. However, even if he is such a smart person, his acting talent is still a little immature, so that Yang Tian, a modern person who does not have much experience, can also see that this person is probably not very simple.

It seemed that he knew that Yang Tian couldn't understand the local language, and on the prepared piece of fairly flat land, the middle-aged man drew an irregular circle with a tree branch that was not too big, and then pointed to the seaside and then to one side of the circle. Coupled with some physical cues, it is obvious that he is asking where he is from.

This person's performance made Yang Tian's heart a little gloomy. It would seem: this is not a brave and savage tribe, but it is not as friendly and ignorant as the natives who legend has it that the Spaniards first came to the shores of North America.

Yang Tian also drew a picture in front of everyone, then pointed to the sun, and then tried his best to draw a simple picture on the ground, while hinting with body language, implying that he was the son of the sun and the god in the sky.

Yang Tian didn't know if this isolated island tribe had its own system of myths and legends, and felt that it would be difficult to convince the public simply by being on time. On the premise that you can't "subdue people with force", if you want to make a living here like you, who lacks the labor skills of the primitive era, you can't do without engaging in the necessary mysticism.

So, Yang Tian went to the doctor again in a hurry, regardless of whether the people here could understand it or not, he directly wrote complex Chinese characters on the ground with tree branches, and at the same time explained his mission in a frank and round tone in standard modern Mandarin Chinese: "I am the person sent here by the Emperor of Heaven to change your fate." In the next ten years, I may be able to teach you many skills that are useful now or are prepared for a rainy day. In the next 100 years, perhaps it will lead you and your descendants to change their destiny ... ”

Yang Tian believes that this seemingly small and backward tribe must not have reached the age when a mature writing system was formed, and these things written by themselves, as well as completely different languages, may bring a little mysticism. If you can't fight yourself, and you're not good at primitive labor, you can only try your luck in this way.

The hard work paid off, and Yang Tian's performance still made the islanders here have to take things seriously.

"It's unbelievable that a teenager knows so many runes...

"Do you see his short hair, I don't know what he used to trim it neatly, and the unique waist pants on his body? That's not something that ordinary mortal tribes can have. ”

"If it's not really from heaven as he suggests, then I don't know how large and advanced a tribal world it is...

The "wise men" of the various clans on the island, who seemed to be over thirty years old, got together to discuss for a moment, and under the instigation of the middle-aged "wise man", the opinions that were temporarily skeptical about Yang Tian still prevailed.

"In everything, thinking about the bad is better than thinking about the good in the past. Remember the lessons of our ancestors? A long, long time ago, we rescued an outsider who sickened many people and nearly brought danger to everyone on the island. I think it's better to let this person pass with the baby for a while, and then see... ”

Later, Yang Tian learned that at this time, the tribes on the island had a total of more than 370 people from 11 clans, and the so-called infant clan was a special clan, which barely possessed the ability to take care of itself, but its IQ was very different from the average of the people on the island, and it was a relatively discriminated group in the tribe. Because the conditions on the island are relatively good, it can barely accommodate this slightly discriminated group. There is also a slight disparity in the status of the various clans within the tribe that is not commensurate with the level of technology.

At this time, Yang Tian didn't know this, and saw that he could be safely arranged to live with the locals in a clan's habitat. And the men and women who were arranged to live with him were very excited, and they didn't mean to see each other at all. Yang Tian's heart was completely relaxed at this time. Especially when people also slaughter a raised sea turtle here to make a "reception feast" for themselves.

Yang Tian was not stingy at this time, and sang a song that was quite appropriate for everyone: "Grandma's Penghu Bay". Of course, Yang Tian can't remember some of the lyrics of these old songs, but fortunately, the language is not clear, and he can use some inexplicable words and words to make do, this complex and rhythmic melody has caused quite a stir again in this isolated island tribe with little knowledge.

And Yang Tian also noticed: although it is rumored that the population structure of the primitive era was more men than women, the sex ratio on this island is quite balanced, or there are slightly more women. However, in the clan where he was arranged, the number of women was even more abnormal? And most of them are together without any defense between men and women?

Despite this, Yang Tian, who has reached the age of physiological reactions, still tries to restrain his desires. I feel that before I integrate into the tribe without really speaking a language, I should try to avoid causing trouble.

It's just that in the midst of the pleasure, some of the hygiene habits of the people here still make Yang Tian faintly uncomfortable. Especially if you have a meal, you don't mind taking it with your hands. The barbecue also seems to be a little undercooked. Not to mention the place where he lived, Yang Tian, who remembered more modern life, also felt a little awkward: it was just a pavilion made of wood, and there was not even a thatched hut-like thatched hut.

Fortunately, the island seems to have a tropical or sub-hot climate, and there are miraculously no mosquitoes and flies when the night comes, and the climate is warm even if you don't wear anything at night and the wind blows on all sides. But Yang Tian didn't know: what would happen to these people if it rained? At the very least, there must be caves to live in, right? Not to mention that this clan seems to live a bit low, what if it encounters a typhoon and tsunami.

Obviously, even if the indigenous tribe living in such a superior natural environment is not exclusive, the first thing that a person like himself who is accustomed to modern life must prepare is how to develop the most important habit of the Chinese ancestors: drinking hot water or at least plain water.

Maybe the immune system of the people here has adapted to the environment here, but Yang Tian does not guarantee that his immune system can adapt to the environment here, if he does not improve the "accommodation conditions" here as soon as possible, Yang Tian has a hunch that he may soon encounter bad luck if he runs out of good luck. Especially after the singing and laughter of the "reception banquet" at night, and the subsequent sleeping together, Yang Tian occasionally felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. Although it seemed that there was no danger in the end, this slight discomfort did not worsen, but it also made Yang Tian's pressure to improve his most basic living conditions imminent.

As for the "million elite soldiers in five hundred years", in Yang Tian's opinion, it is obviously not something to worry about in front of him.

As the night deepened, and just as the nervous Yang Tian was sleeping with the locals of the "Infant Family" under the wallless seaside wooden shed, the whistle was accompanied by rolling thunder, as if an unruly storm was coming.