"Is the Xia family about to be developed? Someone actually sent something? How much is this worth?"

Seeing the materials unloaded by the pack immediately piled up in the yard, the neighbors drooled with envy.

"Hah, developed, I think it's almost the same as destroying the family, Xia Ye's waste, no matter how much equipment and how good it is, if you go to the wasteland Gusen, you will be sent to death!"

Some people were jealous and said cool words: "These materials must be cheaper than others in the end!"

"Hey, Xia Ye really made the first face!"

Xia Ye's sisters and brothers are good in the slums, and some of the good-hearted neighbors really hope that they can live a good life, but they are definitely not the first to be the head, so they will not be able to raise their heads for the rest of their lives.

"Then what's the solution? Xia Ye is a waste, how can he survive in the wasteland if he doesn't sell his ass and get some weapons and equipment?"

Xia honestly sighed, and glanced at Mo Wuxuan, although he is a poor milk, but this appearance is still good, Xia Ye is not a loss.

"What are you talking about? He is the boss of Da Mozao, a talented mechanic, and he likes Xia Ye's talent!"

Uncle Xia was speechless and scolded with a smile.

"I didn't see Xia Ye's talent, but this little ass is quite upright!"

Aunt Xia sneered, the mechanics are all recognized scholars, because if you want to make a powerful and beautiful mechanism beast, you need to have profound attainments in arithmetic, miscellaneous, aesthetics, medicine, and even philosophy, why are the mechanics so rare, it is because this profession is too much of a test of a person's knowledge reserves.

How high is the threshold for entry for organ masters? In Xiacheng, there is a school set up by the Mo family and the public loser, which specializes in teaching organ techniques, and I heard that in the first year of enrollment, it is necessary to memorize 100,000 bamboo slips that are arm length and thighs are thickly engraved with characters.

Ha ha!

Listening to what Aunt Xia said, some neighbors chuckled, not to mention the genius girl among the mechanics like Mo Wuxuan, who just came to the tail of a crane and plucked a body hair, and the knowledge on it could kill Xia Ye.

"I'll leave you with the horses!"

Mo Wuxuan handed the whip to Natsuno.

Hiss!

Hearing this, the neighbors couldn't laugh, and looked at Mo Wuyu in amazement, and wanted to ask, are you Xia Ye's mother? No, my mother won't be so good to her son.

These four horses can be exchanged for enough food for a family of three to eat for five years, especially the war horse, but military supplies, it doesn't matter, money can't buy it.

You must know that no matter what the age, this kind of livestock is the most valuable belongings, and ordinary people have a mule, and they definitely take care of it ten times better than their own father.

"I won't feed the horses!"

Looking at the brown war horse, Xia Ye's brows furrowed, feeding the horse is a technical job, not just feeding a few handfuls of weeds.

In ancient times, cavalry fought and absolutely cared for 100% of the horses.

"It's okay, eat meat when you die!"

Mo Wuxuan actually wanted to say that if she encountered danger, she tried to escape on horseback as much as possible, she didn't want the knowledge in Xia Ye's mind to disappear with his death, but when the words came to her mouth, she still didn't say it, because she could see that this young man had great ambitions, and he seemed to have been looking forward to this trial for a long time.

Hiss!

The neighbors are gasping again, isn't this a loser? and kill and eat meat, do you know how much a war horse is worth? Anyway, there is no problem at all in exchanging twenty sturdy slaves.

This is a matter of vision, in the eyes of the neighbors in the slums, if they die, they can't let the war horses go out of the way, but Mo Wuyu thinks that Xia Ye is worth ten high-grade war horses.

"Okay, when I become the big chief, I'll give you a hundred war horses!"

Xia Ye did not shirk, with a war horse for transportation, he could save a lot of physical strength and time, which was an advantage.

"Have you found a team?"

Mo Wuxuan looked around: "It's better to team up with your fellow slums, although the relationship won't be very strong, but it's better than being cannon fodder for those in the middle team!"

The middle and upper team selection not only needs the strength of the team members, but also the equipment must keep up, even if the people in the slums join, they will not be regarded as team members, just a servant who does all kinds of dirty work with him.

"Not yet!"

Xia Ye has a reputation for waste, even his friends in the slums won't look for him, after all, no one wants a drag.

"Would you like a snack?"

Mo Wuxuan pinched his eyebrows: "Once you leave the Xia tribe and enter the Wasteland Gusen, the competition will begin, even if they don't kill people, they won't have any psychological burden to rob your things!"

For the sake of fame, people generally don't kill people, but once there is no third person to watch, even people from the same tribe will fight each other.

Who wouldn't want to monopolize hunting grounds, cultivable land, water sources, slaves, and so on? If veins and salt pans are discovered, even the most delicious bones will be knocked out by these pawns who enter the wasteland.

"I know!"

Natsuno had thought about it, but a trusted companion was not so easy to find.

"You're going to hurry!"

Mo Wuxuan suddenly didn't think very well about Xia Ye's trial trip, this was a pioneer, after arriving in the wasteland, the first priority was to choose a suitable site for development, plant the ancestral altar, and light the fire of the altar.

The choice of territory is related to the future development potential of the tribe, if Xia Ye fights alone, how can he grab those pawns who hold together!

Expecting others to be blind and unable to tell the difference between good and bad territory, it is better to wait for a chief to suddenly come to the door and say that you are my long-lost son!

The proximity to rivers, the flatland, the fertile soil, or the ability to hold the main roads and dominate the hunting grounds of the veins, these places are always the fiercest areas to be contested.

"It's okay, it's me!"

Woad raised his head and patted his chest like a fish: "I'm the best partner!"

"Haha!"

Xia Ye rubbed the hair of the fruit, what happened to a little loli at the beginning? What about the desperate situation?

Three days were fast approaching, and the pawns had to set off.

The tribe has a rule that before noon, all the young people who participate in the blood survival trial must all leave the tribe, otherwise they will be pulled down to the square and hanged directly.

"Are you sure you want to use this pattern?"

Natsuno fastened his shoelaces and jumped a few times, the double deerskin boots were just the right weight, and the bronze soles were nailed, enough to kick the enemy's dog head.

"Hmm!"

Woo Guo sat quietly in a chair and asked Xia Lingyue to tattoo the word 'love' in a seal script with red rose flower juice on the left side of her forehead near her sideburns.

"Does it mean anything?"

When the tribesmen went out hunting, they would get tattoos and makeup, that is, apply various patterns on their faces and bodies.

It is a sacred tribal ritual that represents the remembrance of the family, prayers for a safe return, and prayers for victory.

Xia Ye's makeup pattern is still a crescent moon crescent moon shape, which is also a high-level tattoo, which adds a mysterious and cold atmosphere to him, but in Xia Ye's opinion, the rich purple color of violet juice is simply gay.

"I like it!"

After asking Xia Lingyue if she could write the word 'love', Xiao Lori insisted on using this kind of tattoo.

I have to say that Xia Lingyue is very talented in aesthetic design, the word "love" is not upright, but slightly oblique, and the strokes are elongated, with a soft arc, plus the pigment polish, the loveliness of the woad fruit is completely highlighted.

If this ghost who eats everything sees the fruit, I'm afraid he won't be willing to eat it, it's too cute.

"Whatever you want!"

Xia Zhixin said that it was fortunate that it was not the word 'slave' or the word 'meat', otherwise it would be terrible, and his perverted reputation should not be washed away for the rest of his life.

Breakfast is ham, bacon, omelette, and pickles, and a bowl of thick millet porridge, which is simply full of happiness.

The belly of the woad fruit is round.

"Wait, there's still some wrinkles here!"

Xia Lingyue stood in front of Xia Ye, grabbing his collar and trying to smooth him.

"Sister!"

Xia Ye grabbed Xia Lingyue's hand, he could feel his sister's reluctance, whenever he wanted to open his mouth and say that it was time to go, Xia Lingyue would find an excuse to let him stay a little longer, but the separation would come after all.

"I'm going to check my luggage, don't lose anything!"

Xia Lingyue turned around, but was pulled hard by Xia Ye and held in his arms.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely build a tribe that belongs to us!"

Listening to her brother's gentle words and feeling the warmth of those arms, Xia Lingyue wanted to lean on her brother's shoulder, but she finally held back, just hugged Xia Ye with all her strength, and then stood on tiptoe, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and pushed him away.

"I still have a job, so I'm not going to send you!"

Xia Lingyue twisted her head, not wanting her younger brother to see her red eyes.

"Well, don't work too hard, you don't have to worry about spending money anyway!"

Xia Ye walked out of the thatched hut quickly, took the reins of the war horse, and beckoned to little Lori: "Woo fruit, let's go!"

"Oh!"

Xiang Guo responded, then looked up at Xia Lingyue, and patted his little chest vigorously: "Don't worry, I will protect my big brother to the death!"

After saying that, little Lori trotted away, rushed out of the yard, and caught up with Xia Ye.

Seeing her younger brother's back gradually disappearing at the end of the long street, Xia Lingyue, who was leaning against the door frame, couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly collapsed on the ground, sobbing in a low voice.

"Sister Lingyue is crying!"

Woad rode on his horse and glanced back.

"I know!"

Natsuno didn't look back, because he vowed that the next time he faced Xia Lingyue, he would be the great chief she could be proud of.

At the gate of the city, there were many people seeing them off.

"Let's go!"

Xia honestly persuaded his wife, his son Xia Worm has been gone for half an hour, what's the use of standing here? Seeing that his wife didn't react, he just wanted to persuade again, when he heard the people next to him exclaim.

"That's Natsuno?"

Because of the relationship of identity and status, the people in the slums naturally got together, and by the way, they also asked the children to take care of each other, of course they knew Xia Ye, but now this young man with a lofty instrument is really the sick man who has been bedridden all the year round?