Hearing the visit of the cheap father, Mo Chuchen was rectifying the formula of the explosives, thinking that today was probably the day when the cheap father recognized his relatives, Mo Chuchen was still a little stunned in his heart.

This sorrow belongs to the original owner, the original owner also knows the rules of the tribe, he didn't know the identity at first, he can still face his family calmly, once he knows the identity of his family, he always inevitably wants to care a little more.

Mo Chuchen finally decided to go through the plot again.

When Zha Hu saw his ten-year-old son come out, a little excitement rose in his heart.

The ten-year-old child was short, with a fair and soft baby face, dressed in an off-white cotton close-fitting sweatshirt, and his hair wore a feather hat that belonged to the Yuange tribe.

"Today, I asked people to cook a table of dishes, and you will definitely like it."

Zha Hu held the soft little hand, and a masculine man was stunned and showed a strange smile that was as tender as water.

Mo Chuchen saw that his hairs stood on end, he knew that this was the beginning of the plan to recognize his relatives, and it was natural that his emotions would be exposed.

"Zara, this door, you have to open it with your own hands, and the next way, you have to go by yourself, I can't go in with you, I'm really sorry!"

Zha Hu finally stopped at the door of his house.

He looked at the closed door, nervousness, and he clenched his hands, the wind blowing across his rough face, which shone with anticipation in the sun.

On the other side of the door was the living room that he and his wife had carefully decorated for a long time, to celebrate the recognition of their son

Mo Chuchen glanced at Zha Hu deeply, and his knowing appearance made Zha Hu a little uneasy.

When you open the door, you are greeted by a sumptuous meal and a nervous wind on the side.

"That, actually, there is one thing, we have never known whether to say it or not, after thinking about it for so many years, we still ......"

"I know that you are my father and mother." Mo Chuchen didn't give Zha Hu and Feng a chance to finish speaking, his little face collapsed seriously: "I knew it a long time ago." ”

"Uh......." Feng swallowed all the words she wanted to say, she knew that her son was very smart, but she never thought that her son already knew everything.

"When did you find out?"

Zha Hu couldn't hide his surprise and looked at his son in front of him.

He hadn't felt any difference from his son in all these years.

Mo Chuchen has almost no other emotions in his treatment of Zha Hu except for giving enough respect.

"When I was about a year old."

Mo Chuchen didn't hide anything about this pair of cheap parents: "The tribe does not advocate that the future leader and biological parents recognize each other, but I didn't expect you to finally make up your mind to recognize me." ”

"Judging by your current reputation, it's okay if someone debunks."

Zha Hu had already thought it through before he set off, and now that most of the tribe is his son's brainless fan, things are completely controllable.

"You can't say that."

Mo Chuchen raised his eyebrows slightly, his attitude was very calm, that is, he did not mean to condemn, nor did he confess his relatives with tears in his eyes, but said in distress:

"Although it doesn't have any impact on me, but if my father does this, I'm afraid that the clansmen who originally had opinions about you will let you step down immediately."

Don't look at Mo Chuchen's high call for succession, he doesn't plan to take over the position of leader now.

"I'm very secretive."

Zha Hu laughed a few times, grabbed the peaches nervously, and ate a few bites indiscriminately.

In fact, in his opinion, being reborn by his son who is so powerful is something to be proud of.

"Father, it's time for the order of the tribe to change."

Mo Chuchen's eyes fell on those peaches, he picked up the peaches next to him casually, pressed the fluffy skin of the peaches with his fingertips, and sighed thoughtfully.

"What do you think?"

"You want to change the order of the leader?" Feng straightened his back and looked at it with sparkling eyes.

If the order is changed, then won't she be able to reunite with her son openly?

Just thinking about it, the wind comes from the soul to feel pleasure and anticipation.

"This thing has to be done slowly."

Hearing that, Zha Hu almost choked to death by a peach.

He didn't expect that he just wanted to recognize his relatives, and his son turned the topic to such a terrifying place.

It is impossible to determine who prescribed the order of the tribe, but it is very troublesome to overthrow it, and even if it is the chief, he can only add some rules according to the basic order, rather than completely modify it.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, and he couldn't be a loveless cub from the bottom of his heart, Mo Chuchen left the leader's residence early.

When he returned to the mud house of the Great Witch, the white-haired Great Witch was saying goodbye to the people who had come to deliver the goods.

"All the gunpowder materials you want are here, Zara, where have you been?" Da Wu stared at Mo Chuchen vigilantly, wanting to see something different from his face.

"I didn't go anywhere, I just had dinner with the chief." With a sweet smile, Mo Chuchen hugged the materials that were picked up by the lotus leaves, and walked slowly towards the mud house.

"Zha Hu didn't say anything?" Da Wu's tone was a little suspicious, he had already found that Zha Hu's attitude was getting more and more wrong, and he originally thought that Zha Hu would leak his identity, but Mo Chuchen's attitude made Da Wu confused.

"Of course, he said he was my daddy."

Mo Chuchen sold Zha Hu at once.

“…… Such a big thing, you just react like this? ”

Hearing this, Da Wu finally had a sense of fate that "what should have come is finally here", originally he was still thinking about how to deal with the child's questioning, but he didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, Mo Chuchen focused on adjusting the proportion of gunpowder, completely treating such an important thing as if it didn't exist.

"How else would you react?" Putting the explosives of different powers in different bamboo tubes, Mo Chuchen raised his head and asked confidently: "Do I still have to panic, and then lie on Grandpa Wu and operate?" ”

Da Wu was speechless for a moment, the children in front of him have always been more mature, if he really humble, he was afraid that he would be the first to stand it.

"Actually, if you have a problem, I can also modify the regulations, after all, this rule is not very suitable for you, everyone trusts you very much, sometimes your words are better than the rules, fix the rules, everyone will not object."

The Great Witch coughed, emphasizing his role.

It turns out that the Great Witch is not simply the existence of a great god who dances everywhere, in addition to presiding over the sacrificial activities of the tribe, usually treating people with illnesses and exorcising evil spirits, he also serves as a life guide and a rule repair work.

Although compared to the leader, the Great Witch has no deterrent power, but in the eyes of the tribesmen, his profession has been deified early.

Mo Chuchen originally planned to imperceptibly figure out things like rules, but he didn't expect Dawu to hold back such a big move for himself.

His eyes lit up, and he agreed without hesitation, and by the way, he held Da Wu's hand and said kindly: "Since it is going to be repaired, then Grandpa Da Wu, I have a few opinions here, you can listen to ......." ”

Da Wu didn't expect that he would make a start, Mo Chuchen unceremoniously imposed some rules, those rules were big and small, and they were all half a meter high.

It basically covers the eating habits of tribal people, from eating and washing hands, drinking hot water, to registering when leaving the tribe, prohibiting close relatives from marrying, and so on.

Dawu felt that this would be a very offensive thing, so he picked out those things that everyone could accept and wrote them on paper [Here is another thing, as early as many years ago, Mo Chuchen brought papermaking technology, and the great witch of the Yuange tribe can write hieroglyphs, although the promotion of Dawu's writing is not so smooth in the tribe]

When the Great Witch announced that the rules were to be changed, most of the clansmen didn't feel much about it, because the quality of their lives had changed like the same, and their loyalty to the minor leaders had allowed them to overcome those bad habits as much as possible.

As for whether the little leader wants to recognize his relatives? The people don't care about that.

Their little leader is the embodiment of the gods, and the existence of the so-called parents will not affect the little leader's wisdom and martial arts at all!

With the passage of time, Mo Chuchen's influence in the Yuange tribe has also increased.

His presence has changed the way most people live.

It was he who caused the dependent tribes to build strong walls.

It was he who made the warriors' weapons evolve from bows and crossbows to gunpowder guns.

He was the one who gave the sick people a life-saving medicine.

It was he who brought a tribe closer to centralization.

This progress can be said to be completely cheating, and such a change is unlikely to occur in the natural environment.

And with the strength of one person, it took Mo Chuchen fifteen years to complete these things.

He focused on nurturing the children of the Yuange tribe, from literacy to instilling different professional knowledge in them, and committed to passing on the knowledge, at least after he left, these children could still be proficient in iron smelting, glass making, medicine, and so on.

In a blink of an eye, he also came to 25 years old.

Bright fireworks bloomed in the night, the Yuange tribe wrapped in the huge city wall was brightly lit, oil lamps were hung at the door of every house, and on the clean stone road, each of the clansmen spontaneously walked to the mud house of Dawu, carrying baskets full of fruits and vegetables in their hands, their faces were full of joy and longing.

The Yuange tribe, not counting the number of affiliated tribes, is also a huge tribe with more than 20,000 people, and nearly 20,000 people are concentrated in one place, they are naturally not fed and supported, but come to participate in the succession ceremony of the little leader.

In a row of neatly planned brick houses, the mud house of the Great Witch looked particularly shabby, and at this moment, a long table was set up outside the mud house, and as many as 20 small leaders of the affiliated tribes sat together, some of them wore the same clothes as the Yuange tribe, and some of them still wore fur aprons and painted strange mud makeup.

Under everyone's eagerness, the lights near the mud house were suddenly lit up a lot, Mo Chuchen walked out of the mud house, the smell around him made him frown subconsciously, the dim light shone on his face, and after he came out, the crowd of onlookers couldn't help cheering.

Outside the mud house, Zha Hu looked at Mo Chuchen and showed a relieved smile, and he handed over the tiger skeleton representing the identity of the leader to Mo Chuchen.

The Great Witch explained angrily:

"Today is the day when the little leader succeeds to the throne, and the Yuange tribe will go farther and farther under the blessing of the gods!"

At the end of the sentence, everyone raised their arms and shouted words such as "God bless".

Wave after wave of the passionate voices, each note was magnificent and high, and they fell on everyone's heart one by one.

Everyone shouted, and their blood was boiling.

Amid everyone's shouts, the leaders of the affiliated tribes held homemade garlands.

All kinds of garlands of flowers were hung on Mo Chuchen's body one by one.

The wreaths of humble workmanship represent their blessed hearts.

The eagle stood beside the Great Witch with an oil lamp, observing the succession ceremony amid the cheers of the clansmen.

As he grew older, his face became more and more handsome.

His long white hair was draped casually over his shoulders, and his red eyes were like a pair of dancing flames, and the flames engulfed the figure of the little leader.

When he was a child, the eagle was very cute, but when he grew up, he grew into a fairy ethereal.

This unique appearance and transcendent status have made him loved by many people.

But no matter how much attention is regarded, the eagle cannot see the little leader as a companion who can walk side by side.

He was well aware of the gap between them.

The gap is like a moat.

He was just a speck of dust standing in the mud and looking humbly, and the little leader was a god with the same light as the stars and the moon.

I don't know when it began, he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore, and even if he gave up everything for the sake of this god, he would not give up.

"Look, your little leader has become a leader, and you can't complain about the old leader anymore, you know?"

The Great Witch turned around and reprimanded the unproductive heir, and handed the blessing wreath to the eagle.

"The leader should have been in this position!"

Eagle disagreed.

He, like most brainless fans, doesn't take the old leader of the waste wood seriously at all.

In the original world line, the original owner should have taken over as the leader at the age of 20.

But because Mo Chuchen didn't want to face trouble, he delayed hard.

Finally, at the age of 25, he ascended to the position of the leader of the Yuange tribe under great expectations.

"Don't say that, the Great Witch needs reason to ......"

The Great Witch can count on this position to pass on to the eagle.

He didn't want the heir to fall too far into Zara's charisma.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw that the eagle had already come to the side of the little leader of Zara, his eyes were shining, and he looked like a useless brainless fan.

"Congratulations to Leader Zara!"

The eagle's hands holding the garland trembled slightly.

He hung a wreath around Mo Chuchen's neck, his gaze like a torch.

"Thank you, Eagle."

Sincerely grateful, Mo Chuchen calmly accepted the baptism of these hot eyes.

In fact, not only the eagle, but the young people of the entire tribe are almost all fans of his brain.

As long as the little leader says, everyone takes it to heart.

As long as the little leader commands something, no matter how difficult it is, they will do it themselves.

This cohesion is terrifying, and it can both destroy and create all possibilities.

It was also through such cohesion that Mo Chuchen gradually pulled the Yuange tribe together.

"No thanks, Zara, I'll always support you!"

Shrouded in the leader's gentle gaze, the eagle's voice trembled slightly, and the depths of his soul trembled uncontrollably.

Forever?

Mo Chuchen evoked a hint of a smile.

The plot has been changed beyond recognition by other demons, and the upcoming Victoria doesn't know if he can take away the future witch of their tribe.