After last night's aboriginal escape, the natives who had no hope of escaping tossed all night, and they would try their best to make a sound when they gagged.

Neither of them could sleep well all night, and as soon as it was dawn, Rousson hurried to the hut, drove out the natives who had just rested, and tied them to a row of stakes. Catch the native who tried to escape last night and give him a good reception.

"It's pretty much enough, it's all labor, don't waste it! Hungry they will be honest in one day! ”

Speaking out to stop the behavior of Russon gradually becoming tyrannical. Set up an iron pan to make a breakfast for two, eggs and meat sizzle under the action of the oil pan, and the enticing aroma stirs up from the pan. Everyone present except Ye Guangji unconsciously swallowed their saliva.

"Hmmm! In the past few days, I have tamed these natives and taught them English by the way. By the way, don't you specialize in this kind of trading? There are no special tricks. Ruson stared at the charming browned color of the ingredients in the iron pot after they were turned over, chatting with each other.

"You try it yourself first, and I'll leave the tricky ones to me."

"Gollum~"

The sound of Thursday's stomach was very loud, which made Ye Guangji notice him standing on the side of the natives. He had planned to train Thursday to be an overseer, but last night he tried desperately to prevent the natives from escaping, proving that he has the potential to be a dog.

Go to the warehouse and take out two large pieces of dried fish, put them on the top of the stove and bake them with coals until the surface of the fish fillets is slightly yellowed, and when you touch them with your fingers, the fingertips that touch them are crispy. This simply processed fish is stored in several warehouses for thousands of fish.

"You're Thursday's master, bring him food!"

Lu Xun just finished breakfast, licked his lips and sighed: "Every time I eat, I am the happiest time here, and I never get tired of the food you make." When we return to the kingdom, you must make a great meal for my dear Mary to taste! ”

The natives saw Thursday kneeling on the ground, leaning forward with their palms close to each other. Receive food in the posture of worshipping ancestors. They all scolded him.

These black-and-red natives, known as Thursday's demons from the icy hell, unleash the devil who curses the cold and will bring disaster to everything around them. There should be no supernatural power in the first-order fantasy world, and Ye Guangji guessed that this might be a primitive insult or curse.

"Good! I'm looking forward to that day. Ye Guangji smiled brightly and put away the tableware.

"I'm sick of it! Shut up for me. Smack~"

Without Ye Guangji present to suppress it, several natives tied to the stake were unruly, and the tree fell on his body leaving long whip marks, still stalking at Lu Xun angrily with his neck stalked. He tried to do it many times to no avail, so he had to find Ye Guangji, who was building shackles, for help.

Ye Guangji stopped the movements in his hand, and used a little bit of the small means in the subordinate skill corporal punishment, and then obeyed the obedience of several natives. Hand the hook placed at the mouth of the furnace to Russon. Let him help smooth the coals. Lu Xun looked at the natives' fear of Ye Guangji thoughtfully, and stared at the red hook head in the flames.

He created several sets of handcuffs and leg irons, each consisting of two small iron rings, connected to each other by crude iron chains. The hands of the natives were lubricated with animal fat, and after the shackles were barely attached, the rings were beaten with a hammer to deform. In order to show Thursday's special status, he was deliberately only handcuffed.

Under the attack of turnips and sticks, Rousson trained the natives to be quite obedient, but there were still some difficulties in language communication. The two of them can already be freed from the daily repetitive work and do what they want to do.

On the eighth day after the natives arrived, a canoe appeared on the surface of the sea with three black and red natives on board. The two had already learned on Thursday that there were hundreds of tribes on land. Needless to say, there were three more slaves under Russon.

A small number of natives invaded the island, and the defense of the two was not a problem. In order to prevent these natives from returning for a long time, causing the tribes on the land to move out in a big way, Ye Guangji decided to make a powerful weapon. Between two coconut trees side by side, a super large slingshot made of a lot of animal tendons and cloth.

It can shoot a stone projectile larger than a football hundreds of meters away. After the projectile destroys the canoe, the natives have no choice but to land on the island if they don't want to die. Rousson added another item to his daily routine, practicing precision with a large slingshot.

That night, the remaining ingredients were stewed into a pot of tendons and brains, and the two of them were quite satisfied.

Another year or so passed, and the number of slaves on the island increased to 20. And these slaves were fluent in English. This large island has developed from a primitive style to an idyllic scenery by the two of them. The ubiquitous fields and captive livestock show the richness of the island's territory.

"The natives haven't sent anyone in months, and they seem to be afraid of us." Ruson put down his monoculars and teased at the corners of his mouth.

"If you don't come, if you increase the population, the resources on the island will be limited! The specific situation of the primitive tribe, how is the torture? ”

"The first warrior of the Blackstone Clan has already spoken! There are two large tribes on the land scale, the red-skinned Chiyan tribe has more than 100 people, and the dark-skinned Blackstone tribe has more than 200 people. Ruson paused, looking at Thursday, who was commanding the slaves in the distance, his eyes full of disgust.

"The Chiyan tribe is an alien tribe that migrated from afar in the early years, and it was they who brought the customs of cannibalism. At this point, the women of the Blackstone tribe began to be plundered, and when the women became pregnant, they would be driven out of the tribe. There were still small tribes in the local area before, but they were all wiped out by the Chiyan tribe. ”

"Pregnant women have nowhere else to go but to return to their original tribes to seek refuge. The Blackstone tribe accepted these former clansmen and raised the children of the Chiyan tribe. The red gene of the Chiyan tribe is very powerful, and the children born to other tribes will inevitably be red, and most of the people in the Blackstone tribe will become black and red after a long time. ”

"Last year, when the group first landed on the island, the Blackstone tribe gave birth to a purely red-skinned child, and the land was getting colder and the crop yield was greatly reduced. The wise men of the Blackstone tribe thought it was a curse and waged war to bring the captives back to their ancestral land for sacrifice in an attempt to remove the curse. ”

Ye Guangji sighed in his heart the methods of the wise men of the Chiyan tribe, and he had a good trick to transfer flowers and trees. In order to prevent the reproduction of inbreeding, primitive tribes need to organize regular inoculation in other tribes. The genes of the Chiyan tribe are strong, and the other small tribes will be solved here, leaving an invincible Blackstone tribe.

In order to preserve the diversity of genes, the Blackstone tribe had to pinch their noses to raise children with the genes of the Chiyan tribe. Under the boiled frog in warm water, by the time the Blackstone tribe found out that the dominant ones had all been replaced by the Red Flame tribe, it was already too late. Even if the Red Flame Tribe is wiped out, the dark-skinned Blackstone Tribe will only become the red-skinned Blackstone Tribe in the end.

As for getting colder and colder on land, Ye Guangji remembered that this era is close to the coldest stage of the Xiaoice River period, plus this is a tropical region, and the temperature changes naturally span a lot

Luxon's eyes flashed with Liman, and as an infatuated man, he hated what the Thursday tribe had done. "None of this Chiyan tribe are good people, so you don't need to solve Thursday?"

"Nope! Keep him for now, and then settle it when we can get back to the kingdom. It's too easy to rebel by having your own people as overseers, don't forget Saturday. ”

Ye Guangji didn't want to change the plot, so he naturally tried his best to stop it. The reward for drastically changing the plot increase is not proportional to the degree of difficulty increase, and no one wants to do thankless things.

Saturday is an indigenous member of the Blackstone tribe and is the most obedient of these natives. Rousson named him and elevated his status to overseer. But when he was working, he co-opted other slaves to try to rebel, but fortunately, Ye Guangji could understand their language and use some small means to expose him in advance to make an example of the chickens and monkeys.

If he was attacked by so many people while resting at night, Ye Guangji would really be able to overturn in this fantasy world. That Saturday can also be regarded as the hero of the Blackstone tribe, so he naturally chooses to be buried and let him live forever in the hearts of these slaves.

Lu Xun nodded silently, and his long-term habit made him unconditionally choose to support Ye Guangji's proposal. However, his attitude towards Thursday has not changed much on the surface. Behind the scenes, it can already be said that it has changed the world!

"Come over Thursday and pick up the fork...... Come over on Thursday and pick up the spoon...... Come over on Thursday and ...... morning "Russon will call Thursday for a little thing, like walking a dog, in order to make him uncomfortable, and Russon can be said to do his best.

Ye Guangji's cultivation of the classics is quite good, the Holy Fetus Xiao Zhoutian, the Ruyi Stick Method, the Long Fist and other classics have all formed skills on the system panel, and there is still no melee combat in the Linfeng spectrum, but his understanding of the wind is getting deeper and deeper, and I believe that he will be able to learn it soon.

He stood naked at the top of the mountain, feeling the wind pass by. The classics that were prepared to be memorized in advance, only the Dao Xing Sutra and this Linfeng Spectrum have not yet been practiced. Ye Guangji will carefully ponder these two classics if he has nothing to do.

"Isn't it getting colder on land? Why does the island still feel so hot? Lu Xun swam in the water, chatting and complaining with Ye Guangji.

"Maybe there's a reason why the sea is in the middle! When it's cool, come up and help, it's too difficult for me to be alone! ”

Rubble often mentioned that he had to pretend to start building seafaring ships. It doesn't feel good to know that this is just a wasted effort and that you have to spend time doing it. But who makes the other party the protagonist! Feel free to decide to find something to do for the other person, and don't fall into madness in the middle of a whim.

Rousson, a half-baked seafarer, tried to make a group of natives who could only row canoe into excellent sailors who could go deep into the ocean by virtue of his incomplete knowledge of driving.

With the indigenous canoe-making skills, plus the bonus of Ye Guangji's crafting skills, it is not difficult to make small and medium-sized sailboats, but if you want to go deep into the sea, you have to go deep into the sea. All the trees on the island have been cut down and there is not enough material to build a big ship, so we will first land and then find another way.