Chapter 4

Unconsciously clenching his right hand, the young man raised his head and put on a grateful and flattering smile, I swear, what I said is true. Sir, can you give me a sip of water first? "

Chapter 3 Primordial Tribe

Yan Mo got a scoop of water, jumped up and hugged the scoop... Hold back, drink slowly.

While Yan Mo was drinking water, the man talked to the fat dog who came over, and took something from the straw rope around his waist for the strong man with a slightly bulging belly.

The fat dog put away his things and nodded, walked directly into the grass shed, picked out a severely injured dog that looked like a dog, chopped off his head, cut off his limbs, and cut his abdomen.

The man saw that Yan Mo had finished drinking the water in the wooden ladle, went up to grab the wooden ladle, picked up the blood spurting from Ye Shòu's neck, and handed it to Yan Mo again, drink! "

Drinking shòu blood... well, it's also a way to replenish the body's lost salt and nutrients.

Yan Mo endured his nausea, and silently held the wooden ladle and drank the shòu blood inside.

I don't know if this body is accustomed to this way of eating. Yan Mo found that although he could not accept it psychologically, he did not have nausea and nausea physically.

During the period, the man went to pick a lot of leaves of the big thistle, and let Yan Mo hold it.

Wiping his lips, Yan Mo sincerely thanked the man, but it was just a thank you anyway.

The man grabbed Yan Mo's arm, looked at his broken leg, and changed the carry to a clip.

Yan Mo thanked God in his heart that he had been carried by others before, not to mention the uncomfortable feeling. If a man dared to carry him away now, he might vomit all over him.

It's not very comfortable to walk under someone's arm, Yan Mo endured the pain and observed the surrounding scene all the way.

This is not a happy tribe, this is Yan Mo's first impression of it.

In the square, apart from saying a few words to the fat dog, the men and women around him didn't even take a second glance, and naturally no one greeted him.

Coming from the square, you can see a large stockade. The people here live in tents built with shòu leather. The stockade seems to have been planned, and there is a dirt road in the middle that can accommodate two carriages. There are tents on both sides of the dirt road.

There were some people at the entrance of the tent and on the road, but Yan Mo didn't see the man talking to anyone, and no one talked to him. Most of the pedestrians were walking with their heads buried in it, and the people sitting at the entrance of the tent were also busy with various tasks.

The square is in the middle of the stockade. The tents in the stockade below the square are quite simple and small, but the tents above the square are much larger and neater.

The man didn't walk for a long time, and he took Yan Mo into a small road.

Yan Mo stealthily saw that the further forward the tent was, the better. The top one looked like a king tent, and there were soldiers in leather skirts guarding the door.

This place of residence seems to be a hill with a gentle terrain. Yan Mo guessed that at the foot of the mountain is the residence of the poor and slaves. The higher the level, the higher the status of the residents.

And the man who turned to go home soon after the square was obviously only a mediocre man in this tribe.

Yan Mo memorized all the way. After turning in from the small road, he started from the first row of tents by the big dirt road. The man's tent was located in the fourth and last row behind.

Each row of tents is equally spaced, just like... a barracks, but the old and young men and women who are busy working in front of the tents make the place full of life.

Most of the people here only wear a leather skirt or grass skirt around the lower body, women also wear their upper body, children run around naked, and a few elderly people are also naked.

The tent area is not completely quiet. Children's slaps, adults' scolding, and sometimes unspeakable screams or screams come from some tents.

Yuan Zhan, didn't you say to divide the meat? What's this? "Finally someone greeted the man.

The man who asked Yuan Zhan to throw Yan Mo at the door of his tent and said to the person: the meat is not dead, but brought it back. "

The person who came, a man who was shorter than the original strategy and had tattoos on his face crouched down beside Yan Mo.

Because of the location, Yan Mo could clearly see the big lump hanging under the man's leather skirt, which was really grown like his grandmother's!

bring back? Be a slave? What's the use of hurting like this? "The man poked Yan Mo's face in disgust. He's still a boy, so he can't keep his cubs."

Yuan Zhan opened his tent, raised the curtains to both sides, and said casually: He doesn't want money, he picked it up for nothing. "

It's no use if you can't live. By the way, I have something to do with you. "The man changed the subject.

Wait a while. Yuan Zhan bypassed Yan Mo, took off the slate from a large stone jar outside the tent, dragged Yan Mo to the edge of the stone jar, scooped out water and poured it on his injured leg.

Yan Mo was shaken by the cold water, unable to hold back, he let out a groan.

Yuan Zhan saw that the water didn't pour the maggots down much, so he started to brush it.

what--! "Yan Mo screamed directly.

Yuan Zhancai didn't care whether he was in pain or not, with such a body of maggots and stink, he would never enter his tent.

I asked my slave to help you wash him. "The man shouted to the next door with a hint of obvious desperation: Come here, Kusamachi!"

a vacuum

The slave girl emerges from the tent next door.

Clean him up, don't let him waste water! "

Yes, my lord. "The female slave, who can't see the exact age, knelt on the ground and took the water ladle from Yuan Zhan's hand.

Seeing that a slave took over, Yuan Zhan was also happy to be lazy, and waved to the man to come in. "

The man followed Yuan Zhan into the tent and lowered the curtain.

There are not many things in the tent. The innermost stone is the foundation, and the straw and fur are spread on the top. There is a large square stone in the middle as the table. There are no stools, and everyone sits cross-legged.

There were two spears leaning against the tent walls, a few sharp bones, and a few leather skirts. There were piles of bones and furs piled up in the corner near the door curtain. I don't know if it was because of these things that the tent had a strange smell that lingered.

Why? "The man sat down with his knees crossed and opened his mouth to ask.

Yuan Zhan understood what the other party was asking, smiled, and replied: Because he was injured like that, not only did he not hum, but he could still laugh at me. This kid will definitely be patient in the future. "

Yeah? "The man's eyes glanced at Yuan Zhan's left leg secretly.

Yuan Zhan's eyes drooped slightly, and then he raised it, what are you looking for? "

As soon as he mentioned the business, the man's expression changed immediately, and he whispered with resentment: Moth hunters, relying on their identity as third-level soldiers, asked the chiefs and elders to expand the hunting area. The area they applied for happened to overlap with our hunting area. If the elders agree, we will have to snatch the first-level soldiers, but those people don’t have much oil and water on their territory, and we lack the opportunity to fight the second- and third-level wild shòu, and it will be even more difficult to upgrade to the third-level warrior. "

Yuan Zhan knocked on his knees, not only upgrading, but also whether he can eat enough this winter is also a problem. "

That's it, and now you still have to support one more living creature, but it is really impossible to support it. You can slaughter him in winter. As your exclusive slave, you don't have to give at least a part of his meat to the tribe. "

When you come to me, you can't just complain about it, right? "

Complaining is useless, I'm looking for you to ask if you want to..." The man moved closer to Yuan Zhan, his voice getting lower and lower.

At the entrance of the tent, as soon as the two of Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan entered the tent, they immediately squeezed a smile at Kusamachi, sister, will you do as I said? I learned healing from priests. "

Cao Ding is a very gentle female slave. Seeing Yan Mo's head sweating from the pain, she couldn't help but reach out and wipe him. Are you a disciple of other priests? Then how could you..." Was brought back as a slave?

I am a member of the Yanshan clan, our clan was robbed by the She clan for generations, and my clan and I were bitten by a wild shòu during the migration..."

Needless to say, Kusama already understood the reason why Yan Mo appeared here. Her eyes showed sympathy and helplessness towards fate. What's your name? "

My name is Yan Mo. "

Salt Mo? Then I'll call you Xiaomo in the future, okay? You can call me Kusamachi. "

Miss Kusamachi. "Yan Mo completely ignored his previous age and tried his best to give full play to the advantage of his physical age.

Sister, can you help me boil a pot of boiling water? I am useful. "Yan Mo sat up with the help of Kusamachi.

The fire pit here is placed outside the tent like the water tank. For fire prevention, the fire pit for cooking is next to the water tank.

The pot is not an iron pot, but a large stone pot hollowed out with stones. It looks heavy, but Yan Mojiancaocho doesn't seem to have much effort to put the stone pot on the fire pit.

Sister, is there a knife here? "

Yes, wait, I'll get it. "Stone knives polished with heart are considered valuables and will not be placed outside the tent.

Sister, wait, if there is..." Yan Mo's words came to his mouth, only to realize that there was no word for needle and thread.

Kusamachi squat down, what more do you need? "

Planks, or if you don't have planks, sticks will do. "

How big do you want? I went back to look for it. There is not much firewood here, so I have to ask the adults to agree to use a large root of wood. "

Twigs are fine too. "Yan Mo roughly sketched the length and width of the stick he needed, and also asked Kusamai for a fixed straw rope, and brought me some salt..."

Salt will not work, adults must agree. Because Yan Mo needed both sticks and salt, Cao Ding didn't dare to make his own decisions, so he could only whisper to his master outside the tent.

The man and Yuan Zhan came out together. After hearing that Yan Mo needed something, Yuan Zhan went to the tent to get it.

The man left Kusamachi to the original war helper, and went to another tent.

Yuan Zhan gave the things to Kusamachi and went out with a spear. It was still dark, and he wanted to go out to see if he could get some extra prey and fruit. In addition, when he brought Yan Mo back, he had to give the tribe 20% of the meat according to Yan Mo's weight.

While waiting for the water to boil, Cao Ding told Yan Mo that the warriors of this tribe were up to the fourth level, and the only fourth-level warrior was the chief.

Humans, warriors of the first to third levels must take turns to go out to hunt, and when the prey they get comes back, they must go to the jiāo tribe and be distributed by the tribe. When there is no turn, the warriors can go out to find prey by themselves, as long as 20% of what they find is given to the tribe, and the other 80% is owned by themselves.