"The Twin Rivers Sword has changed hands. Xiao Qianqiu said suddenly.

As he said this, Hua Lin was inspecting another Yiren village, and along the way, they did not go straight towards the Black Mountain, but followed the path that Pai Gang Tusi had taken before, from one Yiren village to another. Paigang Tusi left this way because he wanted to sell the salt goods he carried, and Hualin did not have salt goods to sell, but the information he wanted to gather, that is, the signs that the beliefs of the people in this area were affected, had to be found in these settlements.

It was a tedious job, and they saw the same sights everywhere: the warriors lurking behind the trees, eager to plunder and fearful of being plundered, the slaves who wanted to be lazy, and the priests praying to the god Guru in front of the fire. Occasionally, they would see a burned village, which was the natural fate of the losers of the civil war of the Yi people - the victors often did not have enough manpower to secure their newly occupied land, so they would rather abandon it altogether and transport all the slaves and livestock they had captured back to their own territory. On the one hand, the civil war of the Yiren caused them to constantly move into the depths of Yishan, and in two hundred years, they walked out of an area the size of the Hundred Eyes Country, and on the other hand, they continued to abandon the land they had reclaimed under the pressure of their neighbors, making those lands waste.

Hua Lin had only observed the statues of the gods and the rituals of prayer and worship in the villages, but gradually he became aware of the incongruities in the Yiren society that he had not yet figured out.

Each of them was extremely enthusiastic about the capture of slaves, and in their minds the slaves could be exchanged for everything, and for this they did not hesitate to offend all their neighbors and relatives, and lived in constant fear that they might be caught. Indeed, in every village there were some slaves whom they had taken or exchanged for other slaves, but most of them were undoubtedly sold to slave traders in exchange for all the things they needed.

It is unlikely that these Yiren slaves will be sold outside the mountain, and a girl who can cook and weave cloth outside the mountain is only equivalent to the price of a pig, and no matter how cheap the slaves in Yishan are, the cost of the slave traders to transport them out of Yishan is probably far greater than that of a pig, not to mention that they can't weave cloth and cook - in short, there will be no buyer's level. Selling it deeper into the mountains? Paigang Toast believed so, and after Hua Lin personally walked through it, he felt that the truth was likely to be the opposite.

No matter where he goes, the level of productivity of the Yi people is equally pathetic, if their slaves are inherited, or captured, or exchanged for captured slaves, then the slave owners can still earn some money when they send them to work, but if they are bought, the simple and crude agriculture, simple and crude slave management, the slave owners will not be able to earn back their capital for a hundred years! Because, even if the slaves in the mountains are not caught for a penny, the slave traders have to drive them on a long road, trek through mountains and rivers along the way, give food and drink, hire bodyguards to guard against looting along the road, and the slave traders themselves have to make a profit, and the price is certainly not as cheap as outside the mountains, only one pig is needed!

What's more, the new settlements in the mountains are all tribes that have fled into the mountains after the battle, and they may not be able to pay a pig!

What did they exchange slaves from the slave traders? or did they not exchange them at all?

"It could be a mineral deposit in the mountains," Xiao Qianqiu said, "a silver mine or something else, then it would require manpower, and it would also pay the price that the slave traders needed." ”

This seemed like a very reasonable answer, but Hua Lin thought that other possibilities could not be ignored, and he remembered the battle between Xiao Ruyun and the Great Priest of Yi, the power used by the other party now looked quite suspicious, no, the whole team was acting strangely, they didn't look like they were marching and fighting seriously—now that he had personally experienced that kind of existence, he could determine eight or nine points—it was like ...... A very large sacrifice.

Priests and believers open the gates of the otherworld with mass death.

It's just that the guy who came wasn't the one they thought they were.

But—just as he was pondering the "but", Xiao Qianqiu suddenly said such a sentence, he nodded to indicate that he knew, and then continued to think about the question, which made Xiao Qianqiu ask again: "Don't you want to know what happened?"

"If what happened in Montenegro can't be solved, there may not be Shuanghe County in this world," Hua Lin replied: "Maybe this world will also not exist, then, what happened to the present, past, and future owner of Shuanghe Sword, is it worth asking?"

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