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Yang Fan looked around and found that this was indeed a large tribe, and the approximate number should be nearly a thousand. The chieftain of the tribe took him into the hut.

"Yixa, Noha......" he pointed to a rudimentary map and said something to Yang Fan. Yang Fan took a closer look, and it turned out that the old man wanted to tell him where he was now. This map is not a complete map of Oceania, and it only roughly outlines the geographical extent of the surrounding tribes with their tribe as the center. Yang Fan looked at the distribution on the top, and there were some strange symbols painted on them, which should be tribal patterns. Others have red crosses.

When Yang Fan pointed to the red cross, the old chief was very excited, and said a lot of words. Looking at that posture, it is estimated that it is a hostile tribe. Yang Fan nodded, and the old chief quieted down, and the chief's wife on the side couldn't put down the painted porcelain bottle, and her eyes were full of love.

Yang Fan gestured that there were many people on his side and he needed to find a place to live. In order to clarify these meanings, Yang Fan wasted a lot of energy. The old chief looked at it for a long time, and seemed to understand what Yang Fan meant, and he and the old woman on the side were chattering for a long time, as if they were discussing something. Then happily drew a circle on the map, pointed at Yang Fan, and then pointed to that circle.

Yang Fan looked at the map and estimated that it should be able to accommodate the 30,000 people underground. He didn't expect how vast it could be, after all, it was someone's territory, and it was the main thing to have a place to live first, so he nodded. There were already cheers outside the wooden house, and Yang Fan followed the chief out. The scene in front of him made Yang Fan cry and laugh a little, on a bonfire, roasting a sheep, those brocade guards who were usually strict and cautious, were held by those aborigines, and circled around the bonfire.

There is no way, Yang Fan said that he can't resist, and he must respect the local customs. These brocade guards all cried with sad faces, and shouted, "Sir, help! ”

"Sir, what are you doing, let go of me, let go of me." Those aborigines circled left and right three times, sang and kicked again, Li Yuhuan had no power to resist anyway, and was swayed from east to west, but fortunately, he practiced the ability to resist dizziness on the boat, but he felt that people were a little erratic. These natives are tall and big, and the adult man is a neck and a head taller than Li Yuhuan, and this kid is like a chicken on tiptoe, dragging around.

The most exaggerated is Sun Yi, who squatted on the tree and played hide and seek with the little natives. Seeing Yang Fan come out, Sun Yi immediately ran over and said, "Sir, these monkeys are really good at climbing trees." The skill I had cultivated from below to dig out bird's eggs and climb the tree was caught up in this way. ”

"What are you doing to climb a tree compared to a person?"

"Who is better than them to climb trees? I saw that they had all taken them up and spun them around, so I climbed up the tree. As a result, the little rabbits climbed up with them, and had no choice but to jump down and climb to another tree, and they got so energetic that they just crawled around. ”

Yang Fan gestured and said that he would transfer all the people on the boat to that place. The old chief nodded, anyway, the banquet would be a long time, so let a hundred young adults help Yang Fan and them move things. He pulled out a crude map and pointed at the man who seemed to be the young leader of the tribe. The man nodded and looked at Yang Fan again.

The refugees on board, after three months of drifting at sea, finally set foot on land. Every time he docked at the shore, Yang Fan had to inspect them, give them hope, and let them know that a beautiful life was waiting for them. Life is like this, both material and spiritual, satisfied, that is happiness.

Staying in the gloomy cabin all day, many of the refugees were a little irritated and panicked, and when they set foot on land, their eyes shone brightly. The young leader standing behind Yang Fan was really shocked to see so many people. This is the number of nearly dozens of tribes, he looked at Yang Fan with some doubt. Yang Fan understood the young man's concern, and gestured with his hand a few times, saying that they were only here to develop and cultivate, and would not have any other impact on them.

However, the vigilance in the young man's eyes did not dissipate, but it was the chief's order, and he had to obey it. Some of the equipment used in the camp tent was moved to the site that temporarily belonged to Yang Fan. After all, the chief is selfish, and it is impossible to give up the territory of survival to others just because he sent a few exquisite bottles. However, Yang Fan was really taken aback by the chief's generosity. He didn't expect that a circle on the map would be five miles in radius, nearly the area of a small town. Not only is it enough to accommodate these 30,000 people, but there is no problem with production and labor.

The farming here has not yet arrived, and the tribe still lives on hunting, fishing, picking, and animal husbandry, so the land that the chief gave Yang Fan is a land full of weeds, and there is no prey at all. It can be regarded as a mistake, Yang Fan needs such land to cultivate food.

A hundred tents were stationed in an orderly manner, looking like a huge tribe, and even the natives who came to help Yang Fan with his work were stunned, why did they build houses so quickly, and in just one afternoon, a hundred tents were set up!

Those natives were not stupid, just when Yang Fan was busy settling people, the chief of that tribe rushed over with people. Look at the 30,000 migrants who have already set up camp. The chief pulled Yang Fan's clothes and chattered a lot. There was some uneasiness in his eyes.

Yang Fan gestured with his hand for a long time, saying that his people would not affect the normal life of the tribe, but the old chief still shook his head and said no. Yang Fan took a hoe, and when those people saw that Yang Fan had taken a "weapon", they immediately raised their guns and spears to attack.

Yang Fan felt so tired, this language barrier, it was really difficult to express it. He made a reassuring gesture to calm down the tribal youths, took a hoe himself, dug the ground a few times, and then took a seed, sowed it, and demonstrated it several times before the tribal people understood. This is used to plow the ground, but I still can't understand what Yang Fan is doing.

Yang Fan gestured for a long time, and those people muttered a lot, insisting that they dared Yang Fan and them to go. After all, there are so many people, and the danger to their survival is too great. Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, said a few words in Zhang Yao's ear, and more than a dozen brocade guards immediately ran towards the boat on the shore.