After the reorganization of the tribe, the first meeting of elders of the tribe was immediately held. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because it was the first time, I didn't know what to say at the elders' meeting, I didn't say a word, the atmosphere was not very serious, and it was not very lively, and everyone seemed a little silent, which was mainly caused by Ding Qiang deliberately avoiding his cheap father Xin Long, and his emotions affected everyone.

The old skeleton saw that this was not an option, so he took over the chairmanship of the meeting and said: "The tribal meeting just now decided on everyone's positions, and now we have a meeting, and we need to clarify the authority and responsibilities of these positions again, some of them must be explained clearly, and some of them must be explained again..."

"What happened to those captives?" After all, he was detained in the tribe, and he spent a lot of food every day, and since Ansang was in charge of the tribe's finances, some of the most urgent things had to be dealt with in place, and if something really went wrong, it would be a dereliction of duty on his part as a big account office.

"Tell me Bond, you've been staring at this lately. "Because the previous task was assigned to Bond for interrogation, because of the delay of many things in the past few days, I have not had time to ask about the outcome of this matter.

"We found a wandering organization among the captives, which turned out to be a branch of the Iron Inkstone. Bond told the most valuable information as soon as possible, but the young man didn't understand, and hurriedly asked everyone, "What does this iron inkstone do?" As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at him with idiotic eyes, "What, did I say the wrong thing?"

"I don't know, this is the performance of not learning and not knowing, let me tell you: Tie Yantai, the top casting craftsman battalion in the mainland, is the place where every martial artist wants to go the most, if nothing else, just to have a weapon at hand. Speaking of this, he hurriedly stopped talking and said, "Now you understand what this place does, right?"

Oh, I see.

In addition, among the remaining people, there is a pharmacist, and the rest are homeless, belonging to the homeless kind, which is the handiwork of others who are coerced to deal with Dingjiazhuang that day.

There is no shortage of characters in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. There is still such a talent among the captives, this coke broke Ding Qiang, and when he was dozing, he came to the pillow, this kind of beautiful thing has always been unattainable, but I didn't expect to let myself and others bump into it, it is really a good fate against the sky.

The rest of these people, what to do, it is obviously inappropriate to stay in the tribe, but if they are released, everyone can't bear it, don't say it, just take these people's thin and pitiful figures, it makes people look at it and call it "pity" in their hearts, which can be summed up in fashionable words: many people have lost weight into a lightning bolt.

It can be seen how pitiful these people are.

"Let's go, let's go meet these Iron Inkstone guys. After saying that, the old priest Ang Sange was the first to jump up, he once had a wish, that is, to have an exclusive weapon made of an iron inkstone in his lifetime, and now I heard that there is actually a branch of the iron inkstone here, how can he not be happy.

Everyone at the meeting was very happy, and when they followed them out, they thought that sooner or later these people would be our own foundry camp, and the tribe's foundry would be developed in the future.

Although the empire has repeatedly stated that "each family is not allowed to set up a private weapon casting camp, and those who violate it will be arrested for the crime of rebellion, fined and detained, or moved their heads at the worst." "But who cares about this regulation among these people, plus they are now against the Empire, not to mention disobeying the Empire everywhere, even if they are building a hostile legion here, preparing to rebel, and everyone dares to do it, why worry about this thing.

The men were also held nearby, in a cellar-turned-underground prison in the northeast corner. Everyone walked out of the main hall and soon arrived at this place, looking at these famine-faced and thin guys in front of them, it was hard for everyone to imagine, "These are the iron inkstone swordsmiths that the world's martial artists dream of?"

"Exactly, it's just that these people don't dare to say it because they are fleeing, just look at their complexion and know how they have been doing recently?"

"Looks like you know them very well. "Just kidding, these are the masters of the swordsmithing mecca I've dreamed of!" explained Bond, who was traveling with him.

But looking at the big cell, the other "prisoners" are lying on the ground casually, horizontally and vertically, but it is very interesting to see these people sleeping, the two old people in the middle, the sleeping place occupies all the hay in this cell, but the young people simply lie down on the bare stone slab.

"Excuse me, are they the masters of the Iron Inkstone?" Ang Sange was the first to rush in, and asked eagerly.

"Your Excellency, what is the matter with us?" said one of the two old men, standing up and bowing, neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"This is our owner, this is our Presbyterian Bond, this is—" Angsanger was the first to introduce the people to the arrival, and he was really attentive to his side, hoping to leave a good influence in front of these legendary craftsmen.

I don't know if his wish can be realized, but such an act, the two old people are still very useful, hearing that the tribe is ready to take them in, the two old men hugged each other and cried, "We finally have a place to go, woo woo..."

Feelings this group of people are very easy to buy, just said the beginning, they were moved, it is unbelievable, what kind of hardships these people have experienced, they are so eager for a stable external environment.

"We want to build a casting room in the tribe, I wonder if the two of you can deign to come to our casting room to be the steward?" When Ding Qiang's words fell, the two old men immediately nodded in agreement, not at all worried, they and others were used by others and many other possibilities, so they agreed without thinking about it.

This made Ding Qiang think, is it a mistake, are these people selling dog meat with sheep's heads? So simply, there is no expression of rejection and hesitation at all, it seems that they have calculated correctly, the young man wants to ask them this question, after answering, he looked at Ding Qiang and everyone with a smile, waiting for them to arrange.

"In this way, first invite them to live in the attic outside, and after everyone changes their clothes, they will be disinfected uniformly, so as not to let them cause any infectious diseases because of these unclean hygiene. The young man looked at the renovated cellar and couldn't help frowning, not to mention the light in it, and the hygiene was extremely poor, and the smell of urine in the prison went straight to the bridge of people's noses.

"Go on, please come here, let him redesign this prison, transform the environment here, it's really bad, anyway, he's idle for the past two days, by the way, find some work to do, don't let the idle come out of trouble." ”

"Okay, I'll call it. The old priest Angsange replied very positively.