"Are you really from the Yanshan tribe?"
Yan Mo was very cunning. For future consideration, he deliberately did not answer this question, but said: "Why didn't others find the rich salt there when they passed by that salt mountain? Only we, the Yanshan people, found it?"
Yuan Zhan's lips parted slightly, as if he didn't believe it, but also as if he was looking forward to it, then he pursed his lips, and said with a fierce expression: "This is not something you can talk about for fun."
"Do you think I'm going to make fun of my own life?"
"Are you kidding?" It seemed that this was not the first time he had heard the boy say this word.
Yan Mo waved his hand, "Native dialect, you don't mind."
"native dialect?"
Yan Mo froze for three seconds, looked up at Yuan Zhan and said with a smirk: "Our Yanshan tribe's vocabulary... I mean our tribe speaks more than you, because our Yanshan tribe has more contacts and lives better than yours. .”
Yuan Zhan didn't know if he accepted this explanation, but he didn't follow up with the question.
Yan Mo took advantage of the situation with a look of gratitude on his face, and said sincerely to the young man: "No matter what, you did save me, and I want to repay you. However, I can't guarantee that I will find a new salt production area, but I probably know which direction to look for, and the most important thing is that if I pass by a place where salt is produced, I will definitely find it."
"... If it is true, I will tell the chief, as long as you can really find a new salt-producing land, and if it is still unowned, you will not have to wait until you are promoted to the third-level warrior to get out of slavery."
"I can find it, but the place may not be very close to the tribe. As far as I know, the salt mountain of the Yanshan tribe is already the closest salt-producing land to the original tribe." Yan Mo said, "So we Even if a new salt production area is found, it may not be possible to transport the salt back smoothly.”
"Whether it can be transported back is the business of our soldiers. You don't need to worry so much. The most important thing now is, can you really find a new unowned salt production field? Where are you going? How long will it take?"
Yan Mo felt that the young man was not enlightened, so he had to speak more clearly, "I only know the general direction. I have heard the priests in the clan occasionally mention that it will not be very close anyway. If it was close, our clan would have gone to occupy it long ago. "
Yuan Zhan tapped his fingers lightly on his knees, his face thoughtful, "Your clansmen were taken over by the Yi clan to occupy the salt mountain. Where did they flee? Is it the new salt production area you mentioned?"
Yan Mo smiled in his heart, but said with a tangled expression on his face: "I don't know, but there is a possibility. So if the tribe wants to get a completely unowned salt land, they have to act fast, and I don't I hope that the warriors in the tribe will match up with my original tribe, if you rush to occupy the place first, my tribe will not dare to compete with you."
Yuan Zhan frowned slightly, and got up on the spot, "I'm going to find the chief, this matter has to be done as soon as possible..."
"Wait!" Yan Mo grabbed the young man, "I hope you don't tell the chief and priest that I can find the salt land, because I'm not sure, and if I can't find it, they will definitely kill me." I!"
Yuan Zhan stopped.
Yan Mo emphasized his tone, "If it wasn't for the priest who wanted to force you to go out to find the salt fields in winter, I would not have revealed this matter. Besides, I also have my purpose in telling you this matter."
If Yuan Zhan had always suspected that the boy was not trying to repay him but wanted revenge on him, after hearing him say that he had his own purpose, he no longer doubted it.
"Can you really find the salt flats?"
"I'm 80% sure, 80%...that's very sure."
"I can count." Yuan Zhan inexplicably felt underestimated, and sat down with bent legs again, "I can count the total number of people in the tribe without knotting."
Yan Mo didn't smile, he understood the young man's slightly proud tone. In the memory he fused with the young man, the people of the Yanshan tribe said ten, hundred, and thousand, but they could count numbers above hundreds without the help of a knot. Very few people.
In the eyes of many people, counting is a sacrificial matter. It is enough for ordinary people to count to twenty, because people have ten fingers and ten toes, and no one's private property exceeds the number twenty.
Also because of this, most people here use ten as the base. For example, what he said is 80%, which is 80% in Chinese, but it is 80% in the local language.
There is also the saying of the four seasons and the moon here, just like the world he came to, there are twelve months in a year, and each month is about thirty days. The specific dates are controlled by the priests of each tribe. Someone who is aware of seasons and time changes.
He still remembers that twelve small holes were deliberately dug on the top of the mountain of the Yanshan tribe according to the changing appearance of the moon, and there were wooden pillars standing inside. in a straight line.
The Yanshan people's sacrifice is to tell the Yanshan people when the recovery season, rainy season, harvest season and cold season will come, including when to hunt, when to cultivate, etc., by observing the twelve wooden pillars and the corresponding changes in the position of the sunrise.
The Yuanji Tribe is bigger than the Yanshan Tribe, presumably their priests also have a method of accurately measuring the four seasons, and their vocabulary is richer than the Yanshan Tribe, and there are fixed words for the four seasons, such as the recovery season is specially called "Adalu" , The rainy season is called "Sadaru", the harvest season is called "Odaru", and the cold season is called "Fei Daru". Yan Mo directly understands it as spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Looking at the sun above his head, only judging from the division of seasons, the number of months and the time of day, this alien planet is extremely similar to the earth.
"What are you thinking?"
Yan Mo withdrew his thoughts, and deliberately said in a provocative tone: "I'm wondering whether to tell you the truth, because I can count more."
Yuan Zhan grinned, raised his hand and flicked the little slave's forehead, "Say! Your purpose."
Yan Mo covered his forehead, rubbed it again and again, this kid has really strong hands, "My purpose is not to be a slave."
Someone came from the other side of the tent, and Yuan Zhan and the other party beat their chests with each other's fists. When the soldier walked over, Yuan Zhan said: "If you really find a new unowned salt land, you don't need to tell me, I will tell the chief to avoid it." Your status as a slave makes you a member of the original tribe."
"No, you haven't understood what I mean." Yan Mo looked up at the young man.
Yuan Zhan also looked at him.
Yan Mo said: "The new salt land is far away from the tribe. We may not be able to come back after we go. Even if I can come back in the future, I don't want to go back to the original tribe. As for the reason, I think you should understand a thing or two .”
"Because you are a disciple of the Yanshan clan priest?"
"Whether I am or not, do you think the old priest and his disciples will allow me to stay?"
A trace of sarcasm flashed in Yuan Zhan's eyes, "He doesn't even believe me, so how could he tolerate a sacrificial disciple from another race? Unless..."
"Unless I don't use any means of sacrifice in the future, but do you think it's possible? I know how to help others, and I can obviously make the life of the people in the tribe better, but I have to pretend that I don't understand anything and watch Let the weak and the wounded die, I don't think I can do it." He can do it, but the guide will never let him just be a low-key bystander who protects himself.
Yuan Zhan was silent for a long time, "It is impossible for me to betray the tribe."
"I didn't ask you to betray the tribe." Yan Mo didn't expect to convince the other party once, he changed his way of seduction: "No matter whether the salt-producing land is near or far from the tribe, it is impossible for the tribe not to send people to guard it. You Have you ever thought that after you find a salt-producing land, you can stay there to help the tribe guard that treasure land, and I can stay there without going back to the tribe.”
Yuan Zhan was silent again.
Yan Mo is not angry, primitive people are really precocious, a child who is only seventeen years old has such a heavy mind, it is not easy to fool at all!
Seeing the brown soil coming out of the tent, Yan Mo's heart moved, and he said: "Master Dahe suffered such a serious injury, even if he was rescued, can he go hunting in the future? What about his family? His children What should we do? What about the other warriors in the tribe who are like Lord Dahe?"
The young man was not deceived by him, and immediately said: "Even if they go to a new salt-producing area, they won't be able to survive without their hands and feet."
"What if I say I can find a way to keep them all alive?"
Yuan Zhan stood up suddenly, grabbed the boy and carried him into the tent.
Yan Mo was not very gently thrown onto his master's bed.
Anyway, the opponent paid attention to his legs, and didn't really throw it hard.
Yuan Zhan suppressed him like a beast, grabbed his neck with his hands, lowered his head, and forced him to ask: "Who are you? What do you want from the tribe?"
When the important moment comes, success or failure depends on it! Yan Mo didn't allow himself any possibility of failure, he slowly raised his hand, carefully put it on the young man's arm, stroked it gently as if comforting, and said in an extremely gentle tone: "I'm just a priest in distress Disciple, I don't want to be a slave, let alone die, I can't live alone outside, I hope a tribe can take me in, if not... "
"If not, you want to make a tribe yourself."
Yan Mo paid attention to Yuan Zhan's expression, felt a little wronged, and tentatively said: "Can't you?" The man smiled ferociously in his heart, and when I have a more suitable puppet, you can see how much I love you!
Yuan Zhan's eyes are very tangled, he has an intuition, he feels that the young man under him is like a poisonous dragon flower blooming by the lake of Monasso, it looks normal, smells sweet, tastes like sweets in the mouth, but can Unknowingly poisoned an iron back dragon.
But once a hungry person sees the poisonous dragon flower, even if he knows that it can poison people to death, he can't help but put it in his mouth, because they can not only make you full before death, but also let you die before death. Feel the best taste in the world.
Yan Mo's voice became more relaxed, and his eyes were fixed on the young man's eyes, "A Zhan, I don't want to be your slave, but I can be your warrior, your priest, I know more than Lord Qiushi , together we can build a strong tribe with more food, no need to eat people, and all children and old people can survive the winter. Warriors like Dahe, we can also feed them and clothe them warmly, and we can even go back Come help the Primordial Tribe."
"A Zhan?"
"Don't you like it when I call you that?" The simple boy smiled innocently.
This name sounds not bad, but the future that the boy described moved his heart even more. Leaving the original tribe, leaving the old guy who didn't like him, and leading the tribe to live a better and richer life, if it can be done...
The young soldier's eyes turned red a little bit, and his breath became slightly heavier.
Yan Mo sneered, I don't believe any normal man can resist the temptation to open up territories and create his own territory!
"A Zhan, just tell me if you dare!"
Yuan Zhan's answer was... With a low growl, he tore off his leather skirt, turned over his body, grabbed his wrist, and took him again!
Afterwards, Yuan Zhan, who regained his composure, put on his leather skirt and walked out of the tent, not knowing what to do.
Leaving Yan Mo stretched out, lying on the bed, he stared blankly at an ugly-looking bug crawling in and out of the dry grass under the animal skin, completely unaware of how things would develop like this.
Maybe he should quickly find a primitive person to dissect it to see if the brain circuits of these primitive people are different from those on Earth.
Well, he knew that the boy was excited by what he said, and he couldn't find anyone to share this excitement, so he could only vent it on him.
However, his three straw rope belts with gold needles were thrown on the corner of his original bed, and it was impossible for him to bring down the other party.
… There will be no third time, he swears!