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Add a more chapter, the same as before, it's still 0:00 tonight, so stay tuned.

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Only the little monster was still giggling, a pair of little fat hands were clumsy gesturing, and his mouth was clinging, as if he thought Song Yang was hiding very well, and let him play again. With a wry smile, the barbarian leader stepped forward and pointed to the various dyes sprinkled on the ground: "Yellow, sun, bless you with eternal warmth; Green, grass and trees, bless you with eternal health; White, lark, bless you to be happy forever; Blue ......"

The nine colors, that is, the nine blessings, are the most solemn welcome ceremony in Shanximan, and Song Yang finally understood: "Ordinary people are here, you are not rare, are you?" ”

"Yes!" The barbarian girl answered categorically, and ordinary people don't splash it.

Song Yang smiled, not taking it seriously: "Thank you for your kindness, I promise not to hide next time." ”

With a bang, an old woman threw away the empty bucket in her hand, looked at Song Yang's eyes, full of hostility, and spoke hoarsely, speaking in Chinese: "Blessings come from us, but good luck comes from the mountain gods." You dodge it, reject all good fortune, and all that is left is bad luck. You carry cold, sickness, pain, rot...... Turn around and walk away. ”

Song Yang frowned, angry and funny in his heart. But Shanximan is such a custom, there is no reason to talk about it, and those who fail to touch all kinds of blessings symbolize bad luck.

At this time, the leader of the barbarian girl whispered in brute words, interrupting the old woman who was chattering, and then the barbarian girl regained her smile on her face and made a gesture of 'please enter the camp' to Song Yang.

Song Yang was not so uninteresting, shook his head and smiled: "I didn't have anything else to do here, I just came to see the little girl, I haven't seen her for two years and miss it, it's good to see her, you don't have to go in." ”

The surname of the leader of the barbarian woman is more arrogant than all the clansmen: "The Han people don't believe in my mountain god, and my mountain god won't force anything from you" After speaking, he said a few words loudly to his fellow clan in barbarian language, which must also be the approximate meaning. Immediately, she simply stepped forward and grabbed Song Yang's wrist: "Go, go in to eat meat and drink!" ”

As soon as she spoke, most of the barbarians put on their smiles again, and the noisy and ugly festive tone resounded, but compared to the original atmosphere, it always seemed a little thin.

Song Yang herself was also very embarrassed, she followed the barbarian girl, pretending to tease the little monster to cover up, the little monster was black and fat, and her little wrist kept flipping and flipping at Song Yang, her meaning couldn't be clearer: she flew so well just now, fly another one, fly another one.

Not long after Song Yang immersed himself in the camp, he smelled a fragrance, a strange fragrance.

It is more intense than flowers or spices, and can even be described as seductive, and it penetrates into the body from the tip of the nose, making it feel like you want to breathe deeply and want to inhale all this tempting smell into your body...... What tastes so sweet?

Seeing Song Yang's surprised expression, the barbarian girl smiled, didn't say anything for the time being, led Song Yang all the way to his tree building, and then gave the order to go down, the barbarians moved wine and barbecue, and the huge camp became lively all of a sudden, with wine to drink and meat to eat, and everyone forgot the previous embarrassment. Song Yang didn't go to fake politeness, he was in a hurry for the past two days, sleeping in the open air, and his stomach was never full.

But at this time, he missed Ren Xiaoyu a little, and he always felt that it was not satisfactory when he was eating and drinking.

Halfway through eating and drinking, the leader of the barbarian girl gave another order to his subordinates, and after a while, a barbarian holding a long box and a clay jar came forward with a smile, and the barbarian girl took the clay pot first and handed it to Song Yang.

Song Yang took a look, a jar full of black-green ointment, the barbarian girl sitting next to her stretched out her finger and wiped a little from it, and then put it in her mouth, her face was calm, her expression was enjoyable, and after half a cup of tea, she came back to her senses and motioned for Song Yang to taste it too.

Song Yang would never enter the ins and outs of things, and shook his head with a smile and refused the kindness of the barbarian girl.

The barbarian girl smiled, not reluctantly, and reached out to wipe a little bit, fed it to the little monster's mouth, and then said: "This balm is a good thing, if you don't eat it, you can also light it into a cigarette to smoke, you must try it." As he spoke, he opened the long box and took out a long tube with a strange style, and the next series of actions surprised Song Yang!

I lit a small fire lamp, smeared some perfume on the fire, and approached the 'long pipe' to smoke the green smoke. The barbarian leader's gaze quickly drifted away, and the other barbarians sitting next to him also showed greedy and eager expressions, and loudly beckoned their fellow clansmen and subordinates to fetch their own 'balm' and 'long pipes',...... Inside the tree building, a strange fragrance wafts.

Even the little youkai became teary-eyed and began to yawn one after the other.

Song Yangzhen felt that there was a 'buzz' in his head!

Yes, there is rice, there is wheat, there are green pines, there are poppers, and of course there are poppies. From poppy to opium paste, it's just two simple baking refinements. Song Yang finally understood his previous doubts, why the barbarian warrior who was still capable and strong two years ago had become weak and tired...... With a crisp sound, Song Yang waved his hand and knocked over the cigarette paste and fire lamp.

It has nothing to do with nobility, has nothing to do with justice, has nothing to do with enlightenment, just two words: shame.

When he encounters an enemy, Song Yang will do whatever it takes, but he will not induce the other party to become addicted to opium no matter what, which is shame.

An aversion to opium, planted deep in the bone marrow since childhood. Mo said that this group of mountain and stream barbarians who still have some origins, even if an unknown passerby is fiddling with a smoking gun, Song Yang will step forward and kick it over.

The little monster cried.

Unlike those powerful drugs that hypnocate and kill people more than a thousand years later, the power of opium is much smaller, and when you smoke it, you generally don't completely fall into hallucination, and the barbarian girl is still half awake, seeing Song Yang suddenly turn her face, her expression is confused: "Why?" ”

As he spoke, he giggled uncontrollably.

Not only her, but also many barbarians, while puzzled, laughed, as if Song Yang was very interesting, very interesting.

Song Yang's face was not good-looking, but he was not angry, he just hated this kind of thing, reached out to help the barbarian girl who fell softly on the seat, and pointed to the cigarette paste scattered on the ground: "Where did this thing come from?" ”

Eighteen months ago, another huge caravan from the 'Burmese and Thai Barbarians' further southwest passed through the Shanximan territory, but they were unlucky and encountered a rare attack by a large group of 'Titan Birds' with more than 100 heads, and none of them were spared. Shanxi was so happy to pick up their goods...... Cigarette paste, cigarette lamps, smoking guns.

As for where those Burmese and Thai barbarians want to send the 'goods' and to whom they will sell them, Shanximan does not know. Song Yang smiled bitterly in his heart, don't you think it's too early to sell opium? It's been almost a fucking thousand years early.

Counting up, it has been a year and a half since Shanximan smoked opium. However, the scale of the destroyed caravan was amazing, and the cigarette paste it carried was enough to last for more than ten years.

Song Yang said seriously to the barbarian girl: "This thing can't be eaten anymore, let alone smoked, it's poisonous and hurts the body." ”

But where is the barbarian girl willing to believe it, how can this feeling of living immortals be given up at will, even if Song Yang said that her clansmen have deteriorated and have been victimized, she still shook her head and handed the cigarette gun to Song Yang vigorously: "You taste, you taste it, it's really good." ”

Song Yang's eyes flickered, thinking about how much chance he had of finding a place to store the cigarette paste and setting it on fire, but in the end he gave up this idea.

Song Yang stretched out his hand to hug the little monster who was still crying, and said to the barbarian girl: "At least, promise me one thing, don't let the dolls touch this kind of thing." ”

The brute girl laughed, obviously not paying attention.

Song Yang sighed secretly, collected some cigarette paste from the broken clay pot on the ground, didn't linger any longer, and left.

The barbarian girl hadn't gotten over the cigarette addiction yet, but she still stood up and kept sending him out of her lair...... Shanxian is straightforward and simple, but he is not a fool, and the barbarian girl saw Song Yang's displeasure, and felt in her heart that this person would not come to visit them again.

Unexpectedly, Song Yang visited again six months later, and he didn't stay long like last time, but directly found the barbarian girl, took out a prescription from his arms, and explained it carefully, until the other party completely wrote it down, he nodded and said: "Smoking is terrible, and it is difficult to quit, you don't believe me now, I can't help it, but in the future, your people will gradually weaken, and someone will die because of it...... When you really know that your 'balm' is actually a monster or a demon, use this recipe, which can help you quit smoking and save people for you. ”

After speaking, he picked up the little monster on the side, rubbed the little monster's head with his chin, put her down and turned to leave.

On the way back, while running, Song Yang suddenly pursed his mouth, and a few laugh lines drifted lazily, and finally bloomed into a full smile.

Song Yang persuaded and the barbarians did not listen. But he still took what he should do seriously, so that it was really easy.