"The last batch sent away 2,000 women. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info to tell the truth...... There were really not so many people, and some of the girls were less than fifteen years old, and they were all taken away. "It was the village chief who spoke. The village chief has a mixture of blood from the two clans, and he can't tell which clan he is. He was young, he looked like he was in his early thirties, but he was already considered "old" in the whole village.

The oldest person in the village is about forty years old, and most of them are seventeen or eighteen years old, so it is no wonder that the thirteen-year-old has already become a priest.

Han Feng asked Li Ji why the Yi people were so young, he thought it was due to his physique, but he didn't expect Li Ji's answer to make him smell blood: "Because the younger ones will not oppose the merger of the two clans." but everyone who opposed the reconciliation of the two tribes was killed. ”

She said it so naturally, as if she was used to seeing this kind of thing. Han Feng gasped, thinking that the nine places where people were cultivating Gu were most likely just one of the many events caused by the merger of the two clans in the Cangwu Forest thirty years ago.

In order to wait until the day when they were freed from the rule of the generations, the Yi people used their own methods to force the union in order to live better. However, when this day finally came, the population of the two races gathered together, but they couldn't even form a decent army, which was really difficult for Han Feng to accept.

According to his and Liu Quan's conjecture, two years ago, the Yiren transported 2,000 women to the north, so the total number of Yiren should be at least around 100,000, who would have thought that now that they would not even be able to reach one-tenth of them.

And what makes Han Feng not know whether to be happy or depressed is that these new generation of young people don't feel that there is anything bad about today's life. Obviously, after killing the warlike people of the two races, a large part of the remaining people did not expect the two races to unite so that they could fight together against the generation in the future, but on the contrary, these people only wanted to live their lives in peace.

Parents are like this, and their children are imperceptibly influenced by it, and of course they are not willing to fight. They weren't as hostile to the people as they should be, so Kuroko and Wanrou didn't get too much unfair treatment when they came to the village. And some of these young people have even forgotten who they are altogether.

This village is the closest to Xiangcheng among many Yiren villages, and the young people in the village often go to Xiangcheng on weekdays. The ordinary people of the generation and the Yi people are not different in essence, and after a long relationship, although the generation still has some superiority, the Yi people have gradually become accustomed to the way of life of the generation. Many people feel that their bamboo houses are not as convenient and sturdy as the wooden and mud houses of the generations, and the clothes are not as simple and bright as the generations.

Of course, the biggest change is in eating habits. The fried dragonflies are on the tables of the Xiangcheng people, and they are still a specialty in some taverns, and at the same time, the home-cooked stir-fried dishes of the generations have also entered the forest.

Walking through the villages and seeing more and more young people of the Yi tribe, Han Feng even felt that he sometimes couldn't tell whether he was standing in the village of the forest or on the streets of Xiangcheng. Many people wear clothes that are no different from those of the generation in Xiangcheng, and many people even wear more decent clothes than sunspots. The words they used to converse turned out to be non-standard pronouns, not the Yi people's own language.

Bai Tong was greatly stimulated and muttered vigorously, "No descendants", while Han Feng's heart was hot at first, and his heart was cold for a minute: these young people didn't think about whether they would exterminate the clan, they lived a life of drinking and getting drunk today, and they were not hostile to the generation. Or rather, this hostility is no match for the fear in their hearts, these people are bloodless cowards.

If they really go to the battlefield, do you expect them to fight and kill?

Not surprisingly, before they could reach the battlefield, these people all became deserters. The Yi people do not have their own writing, and Daiguo does not allow them to open their own schools, so the events of more than a hundred years ago have long faded into smoke after word of mouth to the present. And most of the people who really remember their own culture and knowledge, who can really tell the history completely, are traditional apologists. And since it is traditional, it is bound to be unacceptable to cooperate with the Daiqing clan, so these real clansmen are all washed away in blood.

If a nation does not have culture, then everything else is empty talk.

And the Ajin and Daiqing tribes who have no own culture are still the real Ajin and Daiqing?

Han Feng didn't know. He himself can't say that he is a real clansman, putting aside Bai Tong, even if he knows a lot of history, he also reads books, and most of those books are written on behalf of others, so he knows the real situation very well, and he has never heard of the art of repelling insects when he left the capital. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Liji—obviously, in this village, Liji is an outlier.

For the two tribes, she is a walking book of Yi culture. She still has the old wisdom in her bones, and the priest's garment is her reliance to protect her family and life.

After entering the Elephant City and getting along now, Han Feng knew that Lijiao was actually belligerent in his heart. In this atmosphere, it is not easy for her to maintain this attitude. Looking at Lijiao, Han Feng had a little respect for this little girl for the first time, and at the same time felt a little compassion: this girl is young, but there are too many things on her shoulders.

Seeing that her small figure was surrounded by a thick and big wool cloak—and this wool cloak was no longer worn by many people in this village, she seemed to be stubbornly holding on to something with her thin shoulders, like a soldier without strength holding on to the last position, every time he thought of this, Han Feng felt a little sad. This kind of sadness made Han Feng gradually put all his prejudices against her behind, and in his heart, Lijiao gradually became a respectable and somewhat cute little girl. She deserves some better days.

After leaving the village and arriving in the village, she did not have the majesty that a priest should have, but became an innocent and lively little girl. She took Han Feng and a few people to skewer in the east house, sat in the west house, lay in front of the kennel to learn cat barking, and held the newborn child of a certain family and did not let go. No one doesn't like her, and while these people like her, they are also very polite to the three people who came with her.

Kuroko is a self-acquaintance, and it didn't take long for everyone in the village to know, and even remembered more than half of his name...... Of course, what he remembers most is what the style of the door lock of each house is, and it seems that the richest family should be which family.

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