"There are so few people here, and they are still used to worship the heavens, this ......"

Ye Chen was also a little incomprehensible, he knew that under the feudal system before, there was indeed such a situation, but now this is an era of human rights.

Wen Xiaodao can probably understand Ye Chen's thoughts, they are all living in a beautiful era, different from people like her who grew up in an era when the Son of Heaven was angry and ambushed millions of corpses.

But she won't force people to understand the era when her life really didn't matter, and the Xiao tribe here is not a world full of human rights outside.

"There's so much you don't know."

As soon as Wen Xiaodao's words fell, the wooden door was pushed open, and he came in with a wooden bowl in his hand.

Through the bright stone, I could see that there was a bowl of green grass juice in the bowl, which was directly handed to Ye Chen, and his tone was lame: "Give, medicine." ”

Then he shook his head again, as if he was trying very hard to express what he meant, and finally held back another word: "Sick." ”

Even if this kid didn't say a complete sentence, Ye Chen could still hear the meaning, that is, this bowl of medicine belonged to Ye Chen.

Wen Xiaodao didn't open his mouth to stop it, although Ye Chen had never encountered such a mysterious tribe.

But he still knows that the people of this kind of closed tribe have a very strange temper, and if he gives him something, if he doesn't want it, he will even be hunted down by these people if it is serious.

Directly took the wooden bowl, held his breath and drank the somewhat fishy grass juice.

It's just that the taste of this grass juice is simply amazing, and a person like him who can face death calmly, for the first time, feels that it is better to die than to drink this kind of thing.

That fishy feeling went straight to the Tianling Gai, and then my head became even more dizzy.

With a "bang", Ye Chen really fainted, and slammed on the wooden board where he was sitting just now.

The child saw that Ye Chen was dizzy, giggled with laughter, then picked up the wooden bowl and glanced at Wen Xiaodao, and ran out again.

Qin Qiongmu looked at Wen Xiaodao with a wooden face: "Boss, Ye Dashao will be fine." ”

"It's okay, he drinks medicine that can relieve the miasma, but the effect of this medicine is domineering, he also has injuries on his body, he can't stand it normally, just sleep well."

Qin Qiong was really glad that he hadn't eaten less of the antidote pills given by his boss before, otherwise, he would have suffered such a crime.

Then he walked over and helped Ye Chen to lie down well, so as not to fall asleep in this position and wake up sore tomorrow.

After a while, Ah Cymbal came back, holding a stone trough in his hand, and I don't know what was in it, anyway, there was no fragrance at all.

"Here's food for you."

Looking at it like this, it should have just been made, Wen Xiaodao knew that some tribes did not have the custom of eating dinner, and followed the habits of their ancestors.

At that time, there was not enough food to eat, and most people ate two meals, and there was even a custom that women and children only ate one meal.

Wen Xiaodao looked at the food, but he didn't dislike it, he ate it directly little by little, and Qin Qiong also ate it in the same way.

After eating it, he realized that the boss was really able to endure hardships.

Such an unpalatable thing, the boss didn't eat it reluctantly at all, it seems that he doesn't know the boss well enough.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Ah Cheng looked at the stone trough, ate cleanly, and was immediately satisfied, and then said, "It was the next heir of the tribe who sent you medicine just now." ”

Wen Xiaodao never believed that some people would say these things for no reason, so he didn't rush to ask anything, but listened quietly.

"Many children in the tribe are sick, and there are fewer and fewer people, and the previous leaders said that it was the gods who condemned the crime, but I knew that it was not, it was because of the union of the people of our tribe that they were sick."

Wen Xiaodao glanced at Ah Cymbal, as if he didn't expect that as a tribal leader, a person who naturally had the power of life and death would have such compassion.

"If the tribe continues like this for a few more generations, it will disappear completely, and I know that there are already tribes similar to the Xiao tribe that have become extinct."

No matter how powerful a tribe once was, after many years of seclusion, it is basically on the road to extinction, without exception.

The combination of close relatives increases the probability of getting sick, and after getting sick, it is basically equivalent to death, and the basic average age of people in this tribe is less than 50 years old.

At the beginning, she was able to convince the people of the God King tribe to help her, and the price she paid was not small.

"Do you want me to take that kid away, or do you want to lend my hand to let the Xiao tribe establish a new communication with the outside?"

Ah Cymbal can say these words to her, naturally there is a purpose.

Back then, she was able to help the people of the Shenwang tribe get out of the mountains, it was because she was the head of the Wen family, she wanted people, money, and even land, and she could ask for whatever piece she wanted.

As long as she is willing to pay the price, she will naturally be able to settle the people of the god king and help them migrate.

But now she has limited ability, even if she can help the people of the Xiao tribe to resume communication with the outside world.

But in this place, it takes a day to drive outside to get to the location of the back mountain, and then it takes another day to walk to get here, and it should not be difficult for a girl to get married, but it is not easy to let people marry in.

Ah Cymbal probably didn't expect Wen Xiaodao to be so direct, only to see him take off the big hat on his head.

directly revealed a young and immature face that did not match his identity at all.

Such a face, in Wen Xiaodao's opinion, is not just a high school student, but he didn't expect that in the Xiao tribe, he would be the leader.

"I'd like to ask you to take me out and find someone."

It's not like no one has come in to look for them before, but they won't trust them.

Wen Knife: ......

Co-authored me, I have become the most suitable big grievance in your mind, a free intermediary who works hard for you?

Ah Cheng looked at Wen Xiaodao and didn't speak, and directly took out a stone from a dark hole next to him and handed it to Wen Xiaodao.

"It's your pay."

Wen Xiaodao took it a little numbly, anyway, after coming here, no matter what it was, she could only continue.

Looking at the small lump, I didn't expect it to be quite heavy, at least Wen Xiaodao's hand was pressed down.

"This is a gem?"

The brightness in this room was not enough, Wen Xiaodao looked a little difficult, and then threw it directly to Qin Qiong: "Look at it." ”

Qin Qiong is now energetic, so the opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and the jewelry appraisal course he signed up for before is not useful?

Who let him handle the boss's countless jewelry, in case one day if someone cheats, where can he afford to pay his salary!