"Second piece of advice: The world ...... Maybe there really are gods. I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I can feel that power from the gods. It's ethereal, like the plot of a fantasy novel. This may be one of the secrets buried deep in this world, but I don't have the guts to dig up and study it anyway, and I advise you not to do it. ”

"Next, I want to talk about my enemies. I put this in the advice because I think it's highly likely that the person who killed me will list you as an enemy. Hear clearly, it's the enemy, not the adversary. He's strong and he's ......"

The information is terminated here.

The feeling of being stuck in the middle of the sentence was very uncomfortable, and Tian Hao waited quietly for more than ten minutes, but still couldn't get any sense from the shrinking head. Picking it up, flipping through it in his hand and looking at it carefully, except for the strange face that was fixed forever, Tianhao's mind was quiet, as if everything had never happened before.

Why is this happening?

Not enough gene storage? When this thought popped up in his mind, Tianhao himself felt funny. He is not a professional researcher, just a warrior. It's like an online game fan fiddling with a computer that suddenly has a black screen, anxious and urgent, but unable to get the crashed computer back up and running, and can only bang wildly, imagining all kinds of unrealistic solutions.

Another half hour passed.

Tianhao gently put down the shrunken head and let out a long breath in Ningding.

Zhan Jianhua...... He's dead after all. If he hadn't been injected with a genetic modification drug, if he hadn't been dormant in the culture chamber with his own and then awakened to parasitism, he wouldn't have been able to leave a message in this way.

Human beings are evolving, and I am probably the only remnant of the civilized era.

Based on mature spores, parasitizing someone for control purposes...... Can this kind of thing really be achieved?

Tianhao fell into a long thought.

In the minds of young people, "poetry and distance" used to be a direction that fascinated and made them hopeful about the world.

Tianhao likes Xi Murong very much, and he also likes Pushkin. He feels that he has a bit of a literary youth, and there are too many things in this world that are worthy of praise and touching, whether in the past or in the future.

Pushing open the door and walking out, it was already dark and the sky was full of stars.

The Rock Village at night is far less lively than during the day, the light restricts people's movements, and the darkness locks the restless hearts in the home. They snuggled up to the edge of the fire, mothers humming songs from ancient times to hypnotize their children to sleep, and men busily in the flickering light of the fire. Rubbing hemp rope, boiling salt, marinating meat, making clay embryos out of mud, selecting ores...... The end of the sloth in this world is death. If there were electric lights, Panshi Village would have become the birthplace of civilization in the Wild World.

Walking in the dark, Tianhao walked into the newly built tower in the stockade and went up the stairs. Zu Mu, the sentry in charge of the guard, was a little surprised, he held a longbow in his hand, and saluted Tianhao very respectfully, the latter smiled and casually said a few words of encouragement, pushed open the door to the top floor, and walked to the top of the tower.

It's windy, but it's not cold in this season. Standing dozens of heights above the ground, Tianhao found that his vision could not see beyond the mountains and the sea in the distance. But he could smell the scent of the grass and trees blown by the wind from the other side of the mountain, and the dampness that came from the direction of the sea.

I miss my mom.

I miss my dad.

When you are lonely, it is easy to think more, and divergent thinking will make you have chaotic thoughts that you have never had before. Tianhao shook a few familiar faces in front of him, it was the girl he once liked. took the initiative to pursue him, but no one liked him.

"A few pages of bright and brilliant history books, chaotic and chaotic ......"

There are many songs suitable for this kind of time, Tianhao hums not much, this is his own time, the reason why I chose this song is not because I like it very much, but I just thought of it and sang it.

It's always going to be bright.

He will never sing this song again, the night is the dividing line of the day, which means the past, representing many things that must be cut off, must be forgotten, must be sealed forever in the deepest part of memory, or even forgotten.

……

The council hall in Panshi Village has been expanded and is now a tall and spacious mixed brick and stone building.

Tianhao sat in his chair and looked at the ten women kneeling in front of him with a smile on his face.

A woman, not a maiden.

Next to each of them was a basket, and through the leaves covering the surface, pieces of pickled venison and translucent dried fish could be faintly seen.

In fact, there were many things in the basket, including a bag of ground flour, a small bag of coarse salt, and half a horse of coarse cloth.

It is true that the weaving technology of the deer tribe is at the forefront of all tribes, but this does not mean that other tribes do not know how to spin. In comparison, the deer tribe has the highest textile efficiency and the best quality of cotton and linen. Taking Panshi Village as an example, although there are also looms, both in terms of output and quality, they are far less excellent than those of the deer tribe.

These things are all produced by Panshi Village.

Tianfeng stood on the left side of Tianhao, he was mature and capable, he was the "head of the ten", and he also had a lot of prestige among the villagers. Taking two steps forward, Tianfeng clapped his hands vigorously, and the women kneeling on the ground stood up one after another, they picked up their baskets and looked at the young leader sitting in the middle of the opposite side, their eyes were full of surprise and a little overwhelmed.

"Go ahead! Remember to come back at the stipulated time. A smile full of kindness is perfect for this kind of time, and Tianhao's words are full of love and potential threat: "I have always been good at talking, and I hope you don't let me down." ”

The population of Panshi Village is very diverse. At present, the proportion of immigrants is higher than that of the native group in the village. At this time last year, Fu Song was the head of the stockade, and he was stubborn and desperate to exchange venison for a large number of people for the sake of his surname. According to Fu Song's original intention, these people who came in would be offered to the gods at the time of sacrifice. Tianhao stopped all this, but he had to solve the trouble caused by too many outsiders.

Fortunately, from spring to autumn, there were no outbreaks in the stockade, the harvest in the fields was good, and the large number of construction projects did not give these people time to think too much. They are busy every day, and they have no complaints about the abundance of food that is enough to eat. When the first batch of new houses was completed, the big stone in Tianhao's heart finally fell, which means that the situation in Panshizhai tends to stabilize and develops in a more solid direction.

Most of the people who came in were women. "Disabled, sick, old, and weak", this is the most common law of the barbarian population transaction in the Northland, and it is also the order of the transaction of the population seller. Fu Song is very picky, the disabled and the sick will never want it, and the old guys will only waste food. Under the premise of cold and hunger, he has the most chips with food in hand, and Fu Song has wanted to sacrifice to the gods from the beginning, so most of the people who come in are unmarried girls, and the number of women is small.

Humans are social animals, and the saying "one day husband and wife for one hundred days" is also prevalent in the barbarian world. Barbarian women have a low status, they do not complain that their husbands sell themselves in the hungry season, they honestly follow the arrangement, and silently accept the resettlement status quo after coming to Panshi Village.

Tianhao was in no hurry to distribute these women. He asked his brother Tianfeng to screen the people who came in, and Ayi was responsible for secretly supervising the women among them. Panshizhai must be united, and there must be no outside voices.

Outsiders are very happy with life here.

But there are still some women who miss their families. They have husbands, parents, and even children.

Let these women, who had already married before the exchange, go back to visit their relatives. This is the result of Tianhao's consultation with the old priest and Yonggang.

Not everyone is released at once, it must be carried out in batches and at different times.

Watching the group of women happily walk out of the council hall, chattering like birds and walking towards the gate in the distance, the worry in Tianfeng's eyes became more and more intense. He walked quickly to Tianhao's side and said worriedly, "Ah Hao, wouldn't it be too hasty to do this?" I'm not opposed to letting them go home and see it, but it's probably a little early, and they should be allowed to stay in the village for at least another year. ”

The old priest came over with a smile, and he had a beautifully crafted cane in his hand: "Now is the time to let them go." Rest assured! They'll be back. ”

Tianhao smiled and stood up from his chair, he subconsciously touched the tomahawk behind his back. It was a custom of the northern barbarians that men had to carry weapons on formal occasions, a ritual that evolved from years of brave killing.

Only those who have experienced the social changes of the civilized era will understand the importance of "propaganda".

"The situation in our village is much better than in the past." Without waiting for Tianhao to speak, the hunting captain Yonggang was busy explaining to Tianfeng: "There are so many pickled venison in the warehouse, this year's wheat is collected, and only thirty percent is paid to the clan, and the hunting team has brought back a lot of prey this time. There is absolutely no problem with the food, and we can spend this winter happily. ”

"Everyone in the village has new clothes to wear, and we have enough skins to freeze." The white beard on the chin of the smiling old priest trembled: "We still have salt, this is a good thing, many stockades can't eat it at all, and they can't get it." ”

"Yes! We also built a lot of houses this year. I calculated, enough for two thousand people. If you squeeze it, four thousand is not a problem. Yonggang, whose face was full of smiles, echoed.

"So we're short of people right now." Tianhao looked at his brother with a calm and wise gaze: "Let them go back and bring the things produced in our village, and everyone will know about the changes in Panshi Village." If you want to eat enough, you can come here, and if you want to wear new clothes, there is no problem, let's open the gate and welcome everyone. ”

A few people spoke, and Tianfeng nodded again and again, and his frowning brows loosened, and he suddenly became clear.