After a while, the old leader muttered in disbelief: "A woman can also be a leader?" ”

"Yes, old chief! Moreover, when Stella and Smora did this, there was no such thing as deceiving the gods. The gods are watching us, and if the gods think this is a deception, he will not allow Stella to be the leader for so long. "Mo Yi'er said 'theology' quite seriously, which made people feel that her words were very credible.

"Really?" The old chief still couldn't believe it, it was the first time he had heard such a statement after so many years of living. But looking at Mo Yi'er's attitude, her identity, and how smart she is, the old leader can't think that what she said is fake.

"Hehe, the old leader doesn't believe me? So old chief, do you know what this place is? Mo Yi'er asked rhetorically.

The old leader's face changed slightly: "I know! ”

Looking at the old leader's face, it is conceivable that the name of this place of death still has a shadow in people's hearts. Mo Yi'er couldn't help laughing again: "Since I know, the old leader is still willing to come here, which is my trust in Mo Yi'er." Believe me, Stetra is a good fit to be the leader of the Cliff Tribe, and the gods will not be condemned for it. ”

The old leader nodded hesitantly when he heard this, which can be regarded as saying that he believes in Mo Yi'er, but some concepts are rooted in his heart, and it will take some time to change.

Simala handed a fruit to the old leader, and said slowly: "Father, don't worry, we have lived here for a long time, and there is no danger at all. And Ah Mei there, you can rest assured, she will take care of it. At that time, even if the clansmen knew that Ah Mei was a woman, they would not want to punish her. ”

"I hope so, Father!" The old leader lowered his head, his body was a lot stiffer, he was about forty years old, his hair was gray, and the wrinkles on his face were also very deep, which made Simela a little sad, but when he looked at Mo Yi'er, he was relieved at the same time.

The warmth and kindness of Mo Yi'er and others made the people of the Liya tribe feel the warmth of home, and they only liked this place in a short period of time.

Dinner was very hearty. There are yakiniku meats, rice fruits, wild vegetable soups, fish soups, and a variety of ripe fruits. Many of the dishes were eaten for the first time by the people of the Flowing Cliff tribe, and even the simplest barbecue tasted different from what they usually ate.

The women of the Flowing Cliff tribe were very envious when they saw Sang Zhen busy with a few women, and they dared to ask them why this barbecue was so delicious.

Sang Zhen smiled at the person who asked: "We do it in different ways, when you are rested, I will teach you how to cook." ”

"Haha, that's great." The women of the Cliff tribe laughed happily.

Yan Yan, who was serving the old leader to eat by a fire, was also smiling, but a woman who appeared in front of her stunned her and was speechless for a while.

"Hehe, Yanyan, don't you know me? Hello old chief, long time no see. Xiaofen appeared beside the old leader, holding a wooden bowl of pheasant soup in her hand, which Mo Yi'er specially gave to the old people to make up for their bodies, and ordered her to bring it to the old leader in person, she knew that she should go to the old leader first, and then appear in front of the group members of the other Flowing Cliff tribes.

"Is it Chick-Fen?" The old leader's eyes blinked, and he looked carefully before asking.

"Yes, old chief!"

"Weren't you captured by the Golden Lion?" The old chief asked, but looked inquiringly at Simora, who was sitting not far away.

"That's right, Father......" Simala came over and told her little by little about Xiaofen, and she was forced to send her away at that time, but this life was left for her after all.

"I see!" The old leader sighed, and his heart was full of emotion, he was really old, and he didn't know many things, and it seemed that he couldn't interfere in the future, so let's just leave these to the young people to deal with!

Mo Yi'er's place for this house is very well chosen, it is close to the mountains and rivers, so there is not even a little wind, and the people of the Flowing Cliff tribe sleep very well, and they are woken up by the fragrance of birds and flowers in the early morning, and their faces are full of smiles. Someone once secretly said: "I thought it would be very difficult to leave the tribe to take refuge, but I didn't expect it to be better than my previous life." ”

Isn't it? It was early in the morning that there was still food to eat, which they had never dared to think of before.

The old chieftain was also a little apprehensive about this, and he asked Smora, "Smora, is it possible to eat two meals of food a day?" We have caused Mo Yi'er a lot of trouble here, what if there is no food on a cold day? ”

"Father, don't worry, Mo Yi'er has a way. And with Mo Yi'er here, we have never been short of food. Simala said confidently, with a proud tone in her words.

"Good, good!" In the end, the old leader could only say these two words.

Mo Yi'er let the tribesmen of the Liya tribe get acquainted with this neighborhood for a day, and did not arrange a job for them, and after another day, after breakfast early in the morning, she gathered all the people, stood on a high platform that had just been built, and shouted to the tribesmen. "Hello everyone, I brought everyone over early in the morning, I have something to say to you." Speaking of this, Mo Yi'er paused and looked at everyone's expressions, especially the people from the Flowing Cliff Tribe. Seeing that everyone was calm and curious, I must have wanted to know what Mo Yi'er was going to say, right?

"Mo Yi'er, just say it! I'll come here with women, children, and us old fellows, and I'll do whatever you want us to do. "The old leader is a man who understands, among these people, he speaks as much as a leader, no matter how old he is, he is respected by the people of the Cliff tribe.

"Yes, Mo Yi'er, you can tell me if you have anything!" And all the people chimed in.

"In that case, you're welcome. As we all know, if we want to survive the cold weather safely, we can't be lazy, I will take everyone to work, so that we can be fed and clothed. "Mo Yi'er's words are very simple, and this is also something that everyone cares about." In order that you have a place to live, men are going to build houses, just like we live in now. Mo Yi'er pointed to the courtyard where she lived, and saw that the clansmen of the Liya tribe were all envious, and she was slightly proud in her heart. He continued: "The men have gone to build houses, so we women need to take care of the food ourselves, and I will take the women to hunt!" ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like boiling a pot, regardless of men, women and children, the clansmen of the Flowing Cliff tribe all chattered, this woman hunting, they had never heard of it.