Xingtian helped him up and sent him back to his place, then slice another piece of mutton, and shouted, "Cast the map!"

"I'm here, I'm here!"

The casting figure hurriedly stepped forward, and the anxious appearance made the gourd can't help but pout.

Putting the mutton on the bone knife into the other party's plate and sprinkling spices, Xing Tian patted Zhutu's shoulder and said with a smile: "Zhutu, you have the strongest physique among all people, and you are also the first person to practice the three-layer exercises I passed on to you to the peak." This piece of mutton is what you deserve......"

Zhutu said with a sad face: "What the king said is true, but this ...... But there's too little meat, huh?"

Puff –

The melon couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then the crowd laughed good-naturedly.

Xing Tian smiled: "Don't worry, everyone is full tonight!"

Roar!

The crowd rejoiced.

The rule of the barbarians to divide food is that one piece per person comes in turns.

Only the patriarch with absolute power and fair credibility has the power to share the food with the sword.

When there is enough food, they can eat enough, but if there is not enough food, people with a large stomach can only eat half full.

Moreover, this kind of food sharing activity is only carried out at the most important season, or when the most precious prey is caught, and on weekdays, each family eats at home, and the prey caught by the hunting team is also divided equally among each family, and each family prepares its own meal.

Yili still chewed slowly, and Na Zhutu swallowed the dried meat in one bite, and a pair of eyes widened at the time, and couldn't help but shout: "Well, well, delicious, delicious, so delicious!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

Zhutu's eyes widened again, and he shouted: "Your Lord's barbecue is really delicious, I don't believe you can taste it!"

The look of anticipation in everyone's eyes was even stronger.

"Hengshi!" Xingtian called another person.

Heng Shi, who was in his early twenties, with a square face, a thick face, and a burly figure, stepped forward and learned to kneel down on one knee with Yili, "Your Excellency, Heng Shi is here!"

Heng Shi is the only coachman in the village, and the carriage that was stolen by Fumabe Shiki before was his, and he was beaten by Gou Lu's father and son's men for this.

Most of the property in Woniu Village is public, but a small part is private, such as the carriage, which was left to him by Hengshi's father.

Heng Shi is a steady person, solid martial arts, heavy righteousness and promises, easy not to speak, once he speaks, even if he goes to the soup and fire, he must do it, and he is a trustworthy figure.

Xing Tian put the dried meat into his stone plate and said in a deep voice: "Heng Shi, although the carriage was taken away today, don't be discouraged because of it. Follow me, and today they take away one of our ox-carts, and on the day they will demand that they pay a thousand times. ”

"Xie Junshang! Heng Shi is willing to follow Junshang and go to the soup to fight the fire, and he will not give up!"

Hengshi's original grievances in his heart were unwilling, and suddenly turned into boundless blood. Jun Shang is really not a mortal, he dares to have such ambitions for the Wind Horse Department, follow him, it's worth it!

"Ji Su ......"

"Revolution ......"

"The ...... of the calf"

These people are not the most powerful people in the clan, but in the eyes of Xing Tian, they are candidates with great potential.

Ji Su is good at overall planning, leather is good at sheathing leather, and herding calves is good at domesticating wild beasts.

They are all rare talents.

It's just that the barbarians value their personal strength too much, and they sneer at their expertise and can't make good use of it, which has instead fulfilled the punishment heaven.

Xingtian called the names of several people in a row, and after eating Xingtian's barbecue, everyone looked like they were going to swallow their tongues, and their eyes were full of incredible shock.

This made the youngest melon anxious, and he wanted to pounce on the roast sheep and taste what this roast meat that everyone praised was like.

And when everyone took their turns, it was finally the turn of the melon. I saw Xingtian turn his head, smile at him, and said, "Gourd, come here......"

"Alas!" Before the gourd could speak, his body had already rushed to Xingtian in an instant, and he didn't notice that the flattery in his voice was more laughable than the rudeness of the diagram.

The melon stared at the barbecue meat under Xingtian's piece, and his eyes radiated exquisite brilliance, causing Xingtian to laugh silently.

But with the food in hand, Xingtian instead sold Guanzi, took a sip of the meat fat on his fingers, and said with a smile: "Brother Wugua, what is this?"

"Mutton, roast mutton!" Gourd swallowed his saliva and replied proudly, his serious appearance causing everyone to laugh again and again.

"That's right, it's roast mutton, it's the mutton that I personally roasted, the taste is not the best in the world, but it's also rare in the world. Xing Tian saw that the other party nodded again and again, smiled again, and said: "You also know that the rules for sharing food in the clan are based on age, from old to young, everyone has a share. However, I am here today to change this rule...... Oh, not only that, but today, in the future, and forever, this rule will have to be changed!"

Not only the cucumber, but everyone present was slightly stunned.

Changing the rules?

Isn't this method of dividing food a law of death that has been passed down for thousands of years? It has been like this for thousands of years, so why should it be changed?

The gourd was young and ignorant, scratched his scalp, and asked: "The meat belongs to the king, how do you want to change it?"

"How to change it? Hehe, that's a good question!" Xing Tian held this piece of meat, glanced at everyone, and said loudly: "In the past, the rules in the clan were to distribute according to people, but in my opinion, it should be distributed according to merit!"

"Distribute according to merit?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't quite understand the meaning of this.

Yili's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Your Majesty, can you say it clearly!?"

"Okay!" Xing Tian laughed and said, "This distribution according to merit, to put it simply, is to distribute food according to merit. First of all, if you follow me, I ought to give each of you something to eat, and if I could eat enough, you would not go hungry. That is to say, everyone has food, but this food can only be average, whether it is a casting picture, or a melon, or even me, the income is the same!

Everyone let out an "oh". Zhutu wondered, "Isn't that the same as the rules of the clan?"

Heng Shi pushed the casting diagram and shouted: "Don't make trouble, this is the first and second......"

Xing Tian nodded, and said, "Secondly, in addition to the fixed food, there is also the gong food." Whoever has the greatest merit will have an additional reward. Those who have great merit will get more, those who have less merit will get less, and those who have no merit will not get merit. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"Isn't that one who has done nothing going to starve to death!?"

"That's wrong, the king said before, there is a basic set meal for everyone, but the food can't be shared. ”

"This is very good, when I go out to hunt in the future, I am sure that I will take the most credit and share the most of the food I have found!"

"But how can this credit be determined? In case I came because of the desolate beast and was stabbed to death by you with a spear in the end, I can also contribute, but I'm afraid it's not much, right?"

......

Xing Tian watched with satisfaction the commotion caused by his system of "distribution according to work". One of the biggest shortcomings of barbarian society is that there is no competition mechanism in the distribution of food, and many talented people, because the food is too evenly divided, there is no reward for their own efforts, so many times they are unwilling to exert their strength. Obviously, you can succeed in hunting with a fight, but you give up your prey because you are worried about injury. This kind of thing is very common in the daily talk of my father and brother.

And the most important point is the acquisition of power.

The strength of the barbarians is based on soul power, and the source of soul power is essence blood.

In the cultivation of the barbarians, it is believed that the soul is connected with the essence and blood, and even the blood is regarded as the foundation of the soul. Blood is life, blood is deficient in the soul, weak in blood, lost in blood, and lost in blood.

Nourish the soul with blood, nourish the soul with blood, and extend the soul with blood.

The strength of blood comes from food, and the flesh and blood of desolate beasts contain powerful power, this power can be directly absorbed by the human body, which helps to improve the strength of the soul, and is the most basic way for barbarians to obtain power.

In this way, the distribution of food is related to the growth of personal strength.

Some people with potential have not been able to replenish enough wild beast meat for a long time, they have not been able to eat enough food, and their bloodline strength has not been improved, resulting in wasted years, so that nothing can be accomplished.

It can be said that in the clan, whoever controls the distribution of food controls the source of the growth of power.

The people sitting here, there are no stupid people with reckless thoughts, when they finished arguing about the superficial truth, the people who figured out the deep meaning began to show a sudden expression in their eyes, and for the future hunting action, full of strong **.

The more you do, the more you get, so who is not willing to contribute?

In particular, the casting of the map is even more gearing up, eager to try, eager to go out and start hunting now, get a lot of food, so that there is no shortage of food and drink at home. At the very least, it also allows the mother to have a full meal.

Although my father was able to use his craft to exchange some extra food with the people of the clan, it was still a drop in the bucket, and my mother had not eaten a full meal for a long time.

"According to merit, what should the old and young in that clan do?" Yili thought for a moment and asked.

"Set meals. The set meals for the old and young are different from those of ordinary people, and additional determination is required. Young children must be well fed and clothed, and there is no limit to the supply. In addition to fixed meals, the elderly can also have meritorious food, after all, the old people in the clan have more experience than the young people in some aspects. The old people in the clan are doing the same thing, and in the same way, according to the amount of work, in addition to the fixed food, they must also have meritorious food. Our tribe must be able to rely on the old and support the young. Merit is rewarded, and fault is punished, so that there are rules and fairness!"

Yili nodded again and again, agreeing.

Everyone wanted to understand the key, and they all applauded, admiring and appreciating Xingtian's young age, and secretly sighed that he really didn't follow the wrong person.

And the melon in front of Xing Tian was already restless, and he couldn't help but ask at this time: "What the king said is extremely true, the kid understands." I don't know if this set meal can be given to the kid now?"

The melon was smart and clever, and instantly understood the main points in the rules set by Xingtian, and deliberately bit it clearly on the word "fixed food", and everyone couldn't help but laugh in unison when they heard it.