Fifth Xuan never felt that the big boss was a gentle person, and he always urged the tribesmen to get up early and work early, urging them to gather as much fruit as possible.

In the cold winter, he would urge everyone to rest early and save some food.

He has a lot of tongues, and he has a lot of ink, and he also has the vice of hitting people at every turn, which the fifth genre hates deeply.

However, when the second-generation leader took over the scepter, the fifth Xuan suddenly felt that the big man just looked fierce, and he was still measured.

"Woo, woo......"

Early in the morning, the second generation of leaders wandered around the tribe with stone spears, and when he saw those who were lazy to sleep, he would go up and beat them, and if he dared to fight back, he would even stab out the stone spears.

Such a move naturally aroused dissatisfaction, but the position of the second-generation leader was unshakable, and they were not good at resisting openly, so they just went to the third-generation witch for help.

"My little cutie, you must establish a rule of law...... You're an accomplice, you're committing a crime, you're an accomplice, you're a robber. ”

In the vision of the fifth Xuan, the third generation of witches beat all the people who came to ask for help, and told them that this was what they deserved, and the fire tribe could not tolerate lazy people.

In the roar of the Fifth Xuan, the Fire Tribe underwent earth-shaking changes, and the two young people were high-spirited and drastic in their reforms.

Does the baby have to talk to their mother?

No, one mother carries five babies, and other mothers are also involved in labor.

Do you have a big belly and want to have a baby?

Well, don't do manual work, sit here and straighten out the rattan.

You're hurt?

Oh my God, this ...... This little injury is also called an injury, get up, get up, and get to work.

The two of them turned the tribe upside down, but here they were the biggest, and no one could oppose them.

The whole tribe of fire became industrious overnight, and people began to work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

A large number of berries were collected, more stone spears were crafted, and hunting parties went out more often.

Within a few days, the berries in the tribe began to rot, and the meat that had been hunted had begun to spoil.

Fifth Xuan tried to protect both with the power of totem fire, and he could do it, but the power consumed was too much to gain and outweigh the losses.

"Hopefully you will see this result and you will be able to make a difference. ”

Fifth Xuan looked at the passionate second-generation leader and the third-generation witch, and thought silently in his heart.

It makes sense that primitive tribes originally worked on a large scale once every three to five days.

First of all, this can avoid the loss caused by a small attack, such as encountering a fierce beast, after losing a small number of people, most of the people can escape, and even everyone can work together to expel the beast.

In addition to reducing losses, this harvesting rhythm is just enough to keep the food fresh and satisfy the hunger before the food rots and spoils.

However, today's leaders and witches have disrupted this ancient rhythm, and no matter how good their intentions are, the result is useless.

In the face of rotten and spoiled food, the performance of the second generation leader made the fifth Xuan a little disgusted.

He actually forced the tribesmen to eat the rotten and spoiled food, although he took the lead in eating it himself, but it was not a good choice.

And the third generation of witches did not come forward to stop it, she just refused to eat it.

"You two fools, you will get sick like this, and if you cause a plague, the whole tribe will be played to death by you, you two stupid tribesmen. ”

The Fifth Xuan was angry, and his soul roared in the fire totem, even at the expense of letting the totem fire tyrannize and attract attention.

However, such a move was misinterpreted as a totem of appreciation by the third generation of witches.

"Praise you big-headed ghost, you little girl, very bad. ”

In the fifth Xuan's complaint, the disease came irrepressibly.

Dysentery, a disease that could still kill many people in primitive societies, began to spread among tribes.

In the morning, the second leader urged everyone to get up and work, but this time, even if he used a stone spear to drive them away, there were still many people lying on the ground and not getting up.

"Woo ......"

The tyrannical voice of the second generation of witches echoed in the tribe, and those who were able to move got up and began to work, but at least thirty or so tribesmen lay on the ground and could not get up.

"You are a tyrant, you are a dictator, you are a demon sent by Satan. ”

The Fifth Xuan roared in the totem, worried about the future of the tribe, while the second generation leader still violently exercised his rights.

Three days later, the first person to die of dysentery appeared.

The second leader wandered around the tribe in confusion, he suspected that the night watchman had not done his duty because of the beast attack last night, so he slapped the night watchman with the shaft of a stone spear.

"Idiot. ”

Fifth Xuan didn't want to say anything more in words, so he only threw him two words.

The third generation of witches became anxious, and she repeatedly examined the cause of death of the sick person, and finally determined that the death was not because of a wild beast, but because of feces...... That's a weird conclusion.

Although the conclusion is weird, it is somewhat close to the truth, which makes the fifth Xuan feel a little at ease.

"You idiot, it's not that people don't and don't die. ”

The Fifth Xuan, who had just felt at ease, immediately jumped to his feet in the fire totem.

After the third generation of witches came to the conclusion that the deceased died because of the soft feces, he actually asked everyone to hold back and not, trying to solve the problem in this way.

Headache cures head, foot pain cures foot, dysentery doesn't let poop? What kind of logic is this?

Fifth Xuan felt that he had seriously overestimated the IQ of primitive people.

However, the reality developed in a direction that he could not have imagined, and more than 30 tribesmen who had suffered from dysentery died one after another.

And they couldn't help but pull out the feces before they died, so the third generation of witches confirmed that it was the that killed them.

"Rotten flesh and rotten fruit are the problem, don't let them eat it. ”

Fifth Xuan roared helplessly, but no one could hear his voice, only the vigorous totem fire, declaring his anger.

No one could hear him, so the second-generation leader was still forcing the tribesmen to eat the rotten flesh and rotten fruit, and the number of dysentery patients increased.

After the first resentment and helplessness, the fifth Xuan was left with indifference in the end.

The second-generation leader and the third-generation witch were the most unreliable leaders and witches he had ever seen, which even made him feel a great sense of alienation from the two.

But none of this mattered, more and more people were suffering from dysentery, and Fifth Xuan's attention began to shift in the direction of controlling the disease, and he was already disheartened by these two tribal leaders.

Every day there are tribesmen dying, and Fifth Xuan carefully pays attention to the changes in each person, hoping that someone can find a cure for dysentery.

However, in the tribe where the root causes of the disease are constantly occurring and the germs are rampant, it is too difficult and difficult to find a cure, and none of the people who suffer from dysentery have been cured.

More and more people began to panic, and some even secretly ran away from the tribe, and as soon as such a situation appeared, more and more people chose to leave.

"Woo, woo......"

The second generation leader's angry yelling became more and more frequent, but he couldn't stop it from happening.