With the addition of new labor, more riverside plains in the river bay land have been reclaimed, Yang Li originally wanted to plunge into the great cause of farming and no longer care about other things, but the tribesmen said one after another, our tribe has experienced such a big victory, how can we not celebrate it.

To put it bluntly, it's just a bonfire.

Yang Li began to hesitate between holding a celebration meeting and not opening it.

The reason for not holding large-scale celebrations is very simple: now that the population has increased, the grain production has not been able to keep up for a while, and the food and meat needed for the celebration will take a certain amount of time to prepare, which is a consumption of manpower and material resources.

Of course, there are good reasons for the celebration, it is a good opportunity to strengthen the self-confidence of the tribe and enhance the cohesion of the people of the river, so that they know that the future must be rich and beautiful.

Which is more important?

Yang Li chose the latter, because in his plan, to start the establishment of a class system with slaves as the bottom, if he, the village chief, was the highest level of ruler, then the original warriors of the river bend would be made into an "aristocratic" class.

This aristocrat was not a successful man with money and titles as later generations, but a military class that needed to serve in wartime.

Does Yang Jiao want to engage in militarism? Of course not, he simply weighed the size of the current territory and the level of development of the productive forces, choosing a relatively suitable system.

The military aristocracy is a greedy beast, and when their master is the founder of the country, they can let it run wild and exert 200% combat effectiveness.

But as soon as the monarch is weakened, or the successor is weak, they will immediately turn the gun and bite back, and the harm caused is sometimes far greater than the invasion of foreign enemies, as the division of the Carolingian dynasty, the Anshi Rebellion, and the collapse of the Mongol Empire all confirm this truth.

So when the time is ripe, Yang Li will inevitably still engage in centralization, but not now.

What to do now.

Give the beasts their razor-sharp minions, give them ferocious fighting skills, and feed them with nourishment called land and wealth.

Add to that the supreme glory.

Yang Jiao wanted to hold a celebration, not only to have a beautiful ceremony, but also to make the new class of slaves clearly understand what they have now and everything they will have in the future.

At the same time, they need to know who gave them everything they have now, and who can bring them more!

A curated celebration officially kicked off a few days later in the evening.

The large bonfire in the middle of the settlement was lit again, and now it no longer serves the role of providing fire, but more of a ritual symbol, the men, women and children of the river bay gather around the bonfire, and Yang Li's position is facing the gate of the settlement, no longer a simple stone table, but a few processed wooden tables put together.

Yulia sat on Yang Li's left, twisting around, because out of etiquette, she was embarrassed to start eating by herself, but she was very anxious because she had nothing to do.

On the right side of Yang Jiao sat an ugly old woman, Xiao, she was the eldest wife of the former patriarch Bison Neck, she was old and lost her fertility, but she was the oldest woman in the tribe, so she should be given enough status, and at the same time, she was also the biological mother of Falcon Wing, and to recognize her status was to recognize Falcon Wing's status.

In addition to preserving the fire, Xiao also has the ability to manage the treasury and coordinate materials, in fact, this banquet, many affairs are handled by her, which makes Yang Li even more important.

After Zhen Mi's little girl was abducted by Yulia, she was now sitting on Xiao's lap, grinning like a grandson, and the old woman noticed that Yang Li noticed this, so she nodded at him, and there seemed to be a deep meaning in her eyes.

Xiao means that Zhen Mi is a good seedling and can be handed over to her to carry.

Yang Jiao high-fived, and the audience was suddenly silent, the new patriarch had done several major things after taking office, all of which were things they had never thought of in their lifetimes.

Destroy the behemoths, teach them to make fire, and wipe out the clan in a war.

Yang Li doesn't need to care about his prestige, what he wants to do is to ignite the hope in the hearts of his clansmen.

The first thing to do was the distribution of the spoils, Huya and Hayabusa were the most effective in the war, they were each assigned more than a dozen hard laborers, and at the same time, they were also assigned to the designated land, and the other fighters who participated in this operation also received five to eight hard laborers, and the quality of the land they were allocated was slightly weaker, and they were more dependent on cultivation and farming.

Yulia was not happy to hear this, and she was about to get up and make a fuss.

Yang Jiao hurriedly said that there is a greater mission waiting for you.

He selected fifteen and a half teenagers from the tribe, handed them over to Mao Mei for training, and appointed her as the head of the 800,000 forbidden army with majesty and domineering in heaven and earth, and the generalissimo of the soldiers and horses of the Hewan Empire.

Yulia said that this is what you said, if the 800,000 places are not filled in the future, I will jump out and overthrow you.

Yang Li said okay, waiting for you.

Next is the award ceremony, these days Yang Jiao deliberately found someone to drive out thirty-five stone medals, punched holes, and wore ropes, which can be hung around the neck.

Yang Li left the table, Xiao Shi came over with a plate, inside was a stone medal, Yang Li picked up the largest medal and reported the name of the awardee: "Huya." ”

Huya They didn't sit in a row with Yang Jiao, but now they sat with the soldiers, and when they heard the call, they immediately stood up, walked forward with strange steps, and made a strange salute in front of Yang Jiao.

If people in later generations saw this scene, they might recognize that this was the military salute of the republic, and that the pace was not a standard positive step.

In order to kick the posture of the right step, Yang Li almost fought with Yulia, Mao Mei's right step is different from ours, the kind of straight leg up is a little stiff in Yang Li's opinion, and the most important thing is that the future of the river bay basin is the origin of China, where can you tolerate a Mao Mei to interfere with this kind of ritual thing.

Yang Li finally threw out a killer idea.

"Okay, if you agree with me immediately with an ancestor and enter my Yang family's ancestral hall, I can consider your suggestion."

Yulia pondered for a while about the meaning of his words, gritted her teeth and said, "Think beautifully, you, you can't take shortcuts and take loopholes, and honestly collect ingredients for me!" ”

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Yang Li hung the stone carving medal on the neck of the tiger's teeth, and the pattern on it was a five-clawed dragon, and there was no clear totem in the river bay, so Yang Li made one for him.

"Why did I award you the first medal, Huya, you stabbed seven enemies in the battle in the river valley, two of them were the sons of Lion's Mane, in terms of battle results, you deserve to be the first in this battle, this medal is the most ordinary stone, but I hope you can keep it well, even if there are medals made of gold and silver in the future in the riverland, they may not be as precious as this one."

Huya looked solemn, saluted again, and returned to his seat.

Next came Hayabusa and the other warriors, and every time a medal was awarded, more than 100 elders around the river bend would shout and encourage.

Yang Li saw that there were many pairs of young eyes, and they also wanted to stand in front of this big bonfire, receive the medal from the leader's hand, and enjoy the cheers and glory under the approval of the family fathers.

When the last medal was awarded, Yang Jiao began his first speech, it was a bizarre story, there were no gods who controlled life and death, there were no irresistible beasts, there were no unavoidable natural disasters, some were just the struggle of all living beings, they could use all kinds of tools, they only needed to manage their own land, they prepared weapons to fight with the lord or emperor, so as to obtain more wealth.

This was in the primitive slave society, and the more advanced feudal system was described to them, so that they could have a more ambitious goal.

In the end, Yang Li made a summary: "This world is very big, but one day it will be conquered by us; The sky is wide, but one day, I will send you to those planets. ”

These are the heartfelt words of a geologist.

According to Yang Li's speech, various mythological versions were born in later generations, most of which are performed well, you can go to the constellations in the sky to meet the main god, of course, there are some strange versions, such as other gifts after meeting the main god.

Dinner.

When the food is full, some people start to play drums, some people beat rhythmically with wooden sticks, and the tribesmen dance hand in hand around the big bonfire, and the whole river bend is in a bustle.

When Yang Li returned to her seat, Yulia had already begun her ridicule: "You still want to go to heaven?" ”

"Isn't it just to build a rocket, and when the global village is unified, I, Yang, will definitely develop it seriously." The horn cup in Yang Li's hand was filled with fruit wine, a drink made by an ancient way of making wine, and the alcohol content was very low, not more than three degrees, but it was better than nothing.

"Then I wish you a speedy success," Yulia raised the transparent flat bottle in her hand and lightly touched Yang Li's horn cup, "Cheers." ”

The two took a sip each.

Slow, why do you drink different things Yang Li sniffed hard and found that there was a strong and pungent smell of alcohol in the air, and his suspicious gaze fell on the bottle in Mao Mei's hand, the letters on it were simple and rough, but the meaning was clear.

Vodka.

"How do you have this?"

"It was in the backpack when it crossed over."

"You just drank it?" Yang Lixin said that vodka is a thing of alcohol mixed with water, and it is much more valuable to use it to disinfect or treat wounds than to drink it.

"What else?" Yulia quickly screwed the cap of the bottle, held it in her arms, and then turned sideways.

Yang Li thought about it, just this small bottle of alcohol, it really doesn't have much effect, and the things in Yulia's tactical backpack are one after using up, and there is no need to force each other with a big reason, she is happy.

Thinking like this, the smell of alcohol suddenly came to her nose, and when she looked up, Yulia smiled narrowly and brought the bottle to her face: "Comrade, vodka!" ”

Mao Mei took a few sips of vodka, the strength of the wine has risen slightly, half drunk but not drunk, her cheeks are slightly red, and with the burning bonfire, the girl's fluff on her cheeks can be seen clearly.

At that moment, Yang Li didn't care about the demeanor of the leader and the sanity of the science and engineering boy, he threw the horn cup with horse urine in his hand, snatched the vodka bottle in Yulia's hand, and tilted his neck-

"Pause!"

Like a fire burning through his throat, he rushed down to his stomach.

Pure spirits.

Yang Jiao drinks some red wine on weekdays, and in summer, it is cold beer, and as for liquor, he doesn't drink it often.

The fire flashed in front of him, Mao Mei became a ghost, and the people dancing and shouting around became blurred, those long chantings and singing seemed to come from the sky, filling his mind, buzzing, and he was confused and had to send the wine bottle to his mouth - we can't let this little lady underestimate our amount of alcohol.

But the bottle in her hand was snatched back by Yulia, and then she pulled her hand up, staggered a few steps, and joined the circle of people dancing around the campfire.

The drum fell, dull but extremely penetrating, every stroke seemed to be in Yang Li's heart, he suddenly felt a soft hand tight, ten fingers interlocked, turned his head to look, only to see Yulia untied the ponytail, willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, blonde hair shawl, smile shallowly.