Since the mute and his big fat were combined, the gentle slope suddenly became lively every evening, and the bald man with a stinky mouth and the mute woman with a naturally loud voice set off the night like a hot day.

At first I was happy with the noise, after all, the long-lost joy made the whole territory new, but I was a quiet person after all, and after a few days of this, I began to get tired of the chatter of these two broken mouths, so I tried to make them quiet, quiet, but alas, even the most delicious rabbit meat could not stop the red mouth and white teeth of these two of you.

Finally, I found a solution, strange to say, this solution is actually surprisingly simple, but I never remembered that the cure for their "broken mouth" is: "I can speak better than them"!

Of course, this kind of "talking" is not unbridled nonsense, but adding fuel to the stories, legends, fables, and even novels I know to them, from Mr. Dongguo to Little Red Riding Hood; From the Havoc in Heaven to Cinderella, when I was short of words, I simply started with Sun Monkey breaking out of the stone and began to use memory to come up with a complete set of "Journey to the West", many words are not thoroughly expressed in the local language, such as "pigs" and "monkeys" that the white robes have never seen in their lives, I have to use a small amount of Chinese, even if I take the trouble to explain the meaning of these Chinese words, I also admit it, after all, as long as I can let the two of them stop chattering.

But this practice has brought sequelae, yes, an absolutely unexpected sequelae, the spiritual life of the natives is very scarce, or rather, after their work, in addition to staring at the night sky to think about some inexplicable questions (modern people call this behavior philosophy), only men and women are left to hide in the mud hut and push each other down and toss each other.

The dumb fat lady is really a "mission must be achieved" voice courier, she relayed the story on the gentle slope to the big and small ladies in the earth house group, the speed of this spread is extremely amazing, at the beginning people just listened to her relay when they were working, until the elder Tang entered the daughter country, every evening around the forest wall under the gentle slope will gather a dozen to dozens of "listeners".

This makes me feel a big headache but helpless, every day I have to be busy and have to recall the TV series I watched when I was a child, when I encounter a vague memory, I can only mix in some bridges such as "Fengshen Bang" to deal with, sometimes when I quiet down, I will drag my cheeks and think: "I may be the most bitter one among all the people in this small tribal group!" ”。

But this is not all bad, it has promoted at least two things, one is that the white robes spontaneously built a big house for me under the gentle slope and above the earthen house, the house has fifteen supporting beams, and the lifting frame is more than three meters high, and this does not occupy their labor time, just more than 100 people in the evening with the bonfire spent half a year to build, the craftsmanship is so meticulous that even I am dumbfounded, and even there are some special patterns on each beam, careful observation will find, There is even a monster with a stick in a circle on its head, a pointed nose and a tail, which is the Monkey King they imagined.

In addition, this kind of storytelling nonsense also promoted the birth of another thing, that is, the aborigines are rich in writing, or rather, they don't actually have words in the strict sense, most of them are just twisted and crooked "paintings", until I had to erect a wooden board outside the "big house", and write some plots or lists that the white-robed people care about with charcoal, so that they can be regarded as having a real sense of "words", although there are not many places to use them, but they at least know the "wood god", "Sunday", "national birthday", " Twenty-three" and many other important or taboo on the island, and of course, the "rules" of the island.

Rules are complicated to say, but in fact they are extremely simple, and for us modern people, this does not need to be explained at all, because as long as it is below the "moral" level, it is considered a violation, but it is not the case for the white robes, who do not understand what morality is, such as "adultery", and I define this word as "a man and a woman who live alone with their bare butts", regardless of the occasion, whether they are married or not, it is considered "adultery".

As a result, "adultery" and "embezzlement of public property" became the heaviest crimes of all the rules, and they were to be stuffed into the "Devil May Cry Forest" for three days alone and reduced to slavery for life; Of course, I don't define these as laws but just rules, but the reason why the white-robed people follow these rules is surprisingly simple, because I control the life and death of each of them, and this is not just a divine right, but also their daily necessities such as food and oil.

And by the time the tribe became what it is now, it had been a full year and a half since that battle, and this was my eighth year on this desert island, and in the year and a half that had just passed, I had experienced too much, too much.

Sometimes I sit in the "oracle house" (the name given to my big house by the white-robed people) and drag my chin to look at the increasingly vast fields in the distance, or hear the cries of two tribal newborns in the earthen house, I can't tell whether I should be happy or sad about this, this place has become my home, it has become my homeland, it has become my homeland, but my real relatives, eight years have passed, are they okay?

Every time I think of my relatives and the bizarre experience of the past eight years, my eyes will always be blurred with tears, I will rub the corners of my clothes like a child and pat every skin and flesh on my body, eight years, I still want to go back, I want to go back to my home, instead of leading more than 100 savages to open up the land every day, nor every evening to a group of natives who don't know a few words to tell moral etiquette and nonsense stories, I just want to go back to my home, lying on the bed with *** name on the sheets to live the old age, This seemingly extremely simple thing for every ordinary person may become a delusion for my whole life.

Whenever I fall into this kind of cyclic thinking of sadness and sorrow, Sister Sichuan will sit quietly beside me, with her quiet and beautiful half of her face on my shoulder, yes, she is used to using this half of her face to get along with me, and she understands why I always find a good angle when talking to her, women are smart, especially Sister Chuan, she knows how to get along with me, knows when to be by my side and when to stay away from me, this is her, a woman who has an amazing secret and has changed my identity four times in her life.