Yan Mo remained expressionless, "Who are you?"
The girl was surprised, "I'm Heixiang, don't you remember me?"
"I think you have the wrong person."
"No, it's impossible for me to recognize you! I can't recognize my man! Heiqiao, I know you are very angry, but at that time I had your child, but you couldn't support me, so I can only..."
"You have my child?" Yan Mo smiled lightly, "Do you really know who I am?"
"Of course I know, I know that you are black and cunning, and I also know that you are a priest now, I, I don't expect to follow you, I just hope that you can recognize your child, that is the son of a priest!"
Heixiang gritted her teeth.
Yan Mo pressed his head back. It turned out that it was for this reason that he wanted his own child to become the son of a priest? Want to be the mother of a future priest
Although it was a ridiculously simple accusation, but if he was really a black cunning, if he still remembered this girl, maybe he would really soften his heart, and even if he didn't recognize the child, he would still accept him as a disciple.
And as long as Heiqiao accepts that child as his disciple, and the girl spreads the word a little bit, everyone will probably guess: That child can't really be the son of a priest, right
With such a guess, as long as that child is not a complete waste material, when he grows up, with a little bit of snacking, he may become the most popular candidate for the next generation of priests.
Yan Mo understands the greed of this very young girl who has lost her husband and wants to fight for her own child and herself, and admires her courage, but he is not cunning, and he hates people who use him so nakedly.
Since you have the courage to come out and make false accusations and lies, I hope you also have the courage to bear the consequences.
"Heixiang, listen carefully. First, I am not black and cunning. Second, only God can give my child. I prophesy here that the true son of a priest will be born from the womb of the priest under the care of the gods. And then, he was born special, the ancestor god will send his most powerful warrior to protect him, and come to this world with him!"
Da Da suddenly stared at Yan Mo's abdomen with wide eyes, his expression was not only surprised, but also had a strange solemnity and awe. When Yan Mo said the prophecy, he seemed to see a small bag protruding from the priest's belly and closed it. went back.
Yan Mo's tone and expression were ordinary when he said this, but he used his mental power.
So much so that the guards who heard this prophecy and the soldiers standing guard at the door seemed to have heard an oracle from the sky, and their expressions were in a trance.
The soldiers were ashamed, they would believe that woman's words! No, they didn't believe it at first, they were just... a little curious.
Now, they have completely satisfied their curiosity, the priest personally uttered a prophecy that the future son of the priest will be born from the belly of the priest under the care of the gods together with his warriors of the gods!
Just like some legendary gods, they were not conceived from their mothers, but came out directly from the belly of the father god!
Yan Mo waved his hand, "Take this woman away, I think her eyes are cloudy, she must have eaten some kind of poisonous wild fruit that disturbs her mind, it's her first offense, this time she doesn't need to be punished, there are many women who want to be the mother of the priest's son , she won’t be the first one. But if she tells a lie again in the future, or if there are other women who say they have conceived a priest’s son, they will be punished according to the tribal rules.”
The guards responded in unison, grabbed Heixiang's arm rudely and dragged her out.
Heixiang still wanted to defend something, but her words were covered up by the loud ridicule of the guards, and someone threatened her that if she dared to speak nonsense again, she would be beaten.
Da Da stood behind Yan Mo, shook his fist at Hei Xiang, and made a gesture of slashing her with a bone knife.
Yan Mo turned his head, Da Da held the bone knife and looked up at the sky, but soon his eyes fell on Yan Mo's lower abdomen.
Yan Mo, "..."
Heixiang was scared, she looked at Yan Mo's completely unfamiliar eyes from a distance, and began to wonder if she saw the wrong person. If it was black and cunning, he would definitely not treat her like this!
The story of Heixiang quickly spread in the tribe, and at the same time, the prophecy of the priest was also spread.
Because of that prophecy, no one believed in Heixiang, not even the Yanshan tribe.
When Hei Qi found out about this incident, he was so angry that he almost beat Hei Xiang up. In the end, he repeatedly warned his mother not to associate with this woman again.
Hei Qi said loudly in front of everyone: "Mo Da is not my brother Hei Qiao, my brother died long ago, and died in my arms! That woman's child is not my brother Hei Qiao's! Look at the child's growth The empress's face will know it!"
Heixiang hugged the child and cried to everyone who saw it, saying that she was right, that Yan Mo was black, that her child was the son of a priest, and that Yan Mo did not admit that her child would be punished by the mother god .
When Yan Mo heard Dahe's report, he immediately gave an order: "Get someone to watch over that woman, don't let her kill herself, let alone her own child! If something is wrong, separate her from the child."
He has seen such women in his previous life. When they couldn't stand the ridicule around them, when they wanted to make the world believe their lies, when they wanted to express their breath, they could do unbelievable and tragic things!
In the hospital of his previous life, he once received a rather frenzied case, because the man suspected that the child was not like himself, so the mother cut off the child's face and sent it to the man, and then threw the child to the man. company's gate.
The two-year-old child who was tortured to death was confirmed to be the man's child after DNA verification with the man. The man regretted and cried, but it was too late, and the woman who skinned her son alive just to express her anger disappeared. The police cast a net but couldn't find her.
Motherly love and fatherly love are great, but not all mothers and fathers are great, they sometimes turn into poisonous snakes and devils!
The night was getting dark, Yan Mo sat at the table, feeling a sense of heaviness that he had never felt before.
Not only because of Heixiang, but in just a few days, a lot of things happened in the tribe, which made him extremely bored, he wanted to leave all these things behind, he wanted to say: Let’s make trouble, let’s fight, even if you all So what if you die
But the truth is that he really can't let those people die, and he can't even punish them at will, and he must find a way to solve the problems that arise.
He was very tired, but as long as he thought of Dudu, the hard-spoken and soft-hearted Wuguo, he had to pull himself together.
"Huh!" Da Da was sleeping with the bone knife on his side until his saliva flowed out, and he snorted one after another.
The sensibility of the priest is all gone!
Your mother! It's all gone so far, one son has become two, what a fart to give up!
When Yuan Zhan and Jiu Feng came back, Yan Mo was having a headache about the personnel arrangements, and there were many problems with the personnel arrangements he had arranged in front of him.
And the guide has not settled the scum value for him until today. Obviously, this group of newcomers has not fully recognized Jiuyuan and him as a priest, and even many people still regard themselves as Jiuyuan's slaves in their hearts. Therefore, many people are passively resisting, and the people sent to manage them cannot satisfy them, and this kind of secret resistance spreads among the tribe.
"The population is growing too fast, and various contradictions have emerged."
Yan Mo covered his head, he really didn't have any special experience in administration, "Now you are not familiar with each other, and you have just arrived in a new environment, any grievances and anger will only be held in your heart, and when you settle down in the future, let's see, we don't play ten times a day. It's only a few games!"
Yuan Zhan, who was full of food and drink, let the soldiers guarding the door leave, and grabbed Da Da who was lying on the table taking a nap and threw him outside the door, and sat down on the chair.
"You can't let them see you like this, they think you are omnipotent."
Da Da rolled on the spot, turned over and let out a threatening growl at Yuan Zhan.
Yuan Zhan's eyes slanted, the roar of Da Da stopped, he pawed the ground, and obediently sat down next to the door to act as a guard.
Yan Mo smiled, feeling slightly relaxed, "What do you think about tribal management?"
"Yes. Don't subdivide the respective responsibilities of the Jiuyuan people for the time being. I hope they all have combat effectiveness and receive warrior training, including women and children over the age of six."
"Six years old?"
"They can be trained from the age of six, not to go to the battlefield." Yuan Zhan paused, "Train all the staff as fighters, and arrange them as fighters, so as to minimize trouble."
"You mean everything is arranged uniformly? Including their sleeping, eating, hunting, working, training, etc.?"
"Yes. Except for the original Jiuyuan people who can live in a single stone house, all the others are arranged into the outer city barracks they just built, and men, women, and children are under separate control."
"Will it be too harsh?"
Yuan Zhan laughed, "Have you visited the barracks?" The term barracks was also said by Yan Mo, and everyone started to use it.
"Been there."
"Then do you still remember what kind of tents we lived in the original tribe? Mo, although the barracks require four people to share a room, they are all stone houses, which are strong and shelter from the rain, warm in winter and cool in summer, and each room has beds. And tables, doors and windows, even the floor has floor tiles, and there are heating flues, this is already the dwelling place of gods in the eyes of us savages."
"What about those with families? Some of them have very young children."
"That's not a problem. Children who are too young are handed over to their mothers. Other women and children over six years old are subject to the same military management as you have said about men."
Yan Mo pondered.
Yuan Zhan dragged his chair a little to his side, "You said that rewards and punishments must be combined to make people obedient. We have to be strict first, and give rewards for good performance, such as rewarding a stone house and rewarding them to become blood warriors. In this way they will work hard and not be lazy. If we treat them too kindly from the beginning..., you know, in the original tribe, a master who is too kind is either killed by their slaves or escaped by them .”
Yan Mo knocked on the table and looked at him, "Are you telling me not to trust them?"
Yuan Zhan nodded, "Mo, we are different from you. We don't have ancestors staring at us all the time in the sky. Maybe there are, but we don't know. Awu people and Yuanji people know that they have to abide by many rules because of you, but Not everyone accepts it well, you see, there are still people fighting every day in the tribe, and there are still people who make trouble with women, don't they know that they will be punished? They know, but they just can't help it. Just follow you I've said hundreds of times that I can't sleep with you until I'm eighteen, but I still want to sleep with you."
Yan Mo twitched his face.
"Not to mention these newcomers, many of them can't even speak, you tell them not to sleep with their mothers, sisters and daughters, not to force others, not to fight, not to rob, not to be lazy, not to defecate anywhere Well, without a whip, they won't listen at all. They may be afraid of you, afraid of me, but given the chance, they won't hesitate to pick up any sharp thing and stick it into your body, let alone anyone else .”
Yan Mo sighed, he admitted that what Yuan Zhan said was the truth, the people trained by them were alright, the three hundred slaves sent by Duofei were simply a troublemaker, within ten days, there had been many incidents in the tribe that made Bing A vicious event that wants to kill someone.
But those people couldn't understand the words, so he went to explain the rules to those people, even killed a chicken to show the monkey once, and dealt with a few bastards who were too bad in public, but those people stared at him with fear and hatred. he. Although not everyone is that bad, one in a hundred people is a headache, let alone one in dozens or even ten people.
It takes time to influence these people, but this is different from the beginning of the tribe. It is impossible for him to go into battle every time he encounters these completely unreasonable people, nor is it possible to explain the truth to them every day.
He once thought about letting these people go, but if the same thing happened again in the future, would he let them go in vain every time
Moreover, these people will not all go back to their original residences after leaving Jiuyuan. They will inevitably disperse around Jiuyuan. Have a question? What if Jiuyuan's children and women ran out to play and practice and were caught by them
Except for the slaves sent by the three hundred Duofei, the rest of the population are not really so obedient and well-behaved.
Tribes with a certain level of civilization will look down on wildling tribes, and slightly stronger wildling tribes will bully natives who are weaker than them. Even the Awu people and Yuanji people who have become Jiuyuan people are now in the running-in period. They have sympathy for outsiders, but they also have disgust, vigilance and rejection. And when newcomers look at old ones, they also have jealousy and hatred of wealth.
"It's good to implement military management for the time being. It's just right to take back the hunters and eagles together, so that they don't have to look at me with bitter faces every day. Ask the Granma tribe. If they want to, they will also be included together. But the Awu tribe and the original International fighters must also participate in military management, and they can only go home to sleep every night and on rest days. The personnel must also be dispersed, and they cannot be grouped together. Every five people must have one Yuanji or Awu fighter.”
Yuan Zhan nodded, "That's my plan too."
"When recommending leaders, big or small, in addition to the level of force, mastering the nine original languages and being familiar with the rules of the nine original languages must also be an important factor to consider."
"Can."
"Practice the name of squad, platoon, company, battalion, and regiment. Every three enters one level. As I mentioned to you before, ten people are a squad. Three squads are counted as a platoon, and three platoons are counted as a company. And so on. Then each company will add a cooking class and a logistics class, and above the squad leader, including the squad leader, there will be a deputy."
It's okay for Yuan Zhan to accept this point, and now Jiuyuan's warrior group is organized according to this basis.
"In addition, Bing's picket team is still standing alone. It is responsible for dealing with people who violate the rules and resolving various disputes in the tribe. The fire and emergency team is temporarily placed under him. Those who are responsible for weapons, armor, war beasts and other equipment will be established separately. A team, food and medical teams are also separate, oh, food is food."
Yan Mo was afraid that Yuan Zhan would not understand, so he specially wrote everything down on a slate for him to read.
Yuan Zhan calculated, "We have five warrior regiments. According to what you said, the number is not enough."
"Let it be empty first, and fill it later. When there are more people, the regiment leader can be promoted to division commander or army commander. In the future, it is necessary to unify all warrior regiments. When fighting, you can assign a commander-in-chief position, and he will be dismissed after the war ends."
The original war aggravated the voice: "All warrior groups must listen to me!"
"Of course, so there will be no commander in chief until the necessary time. When the tribe develops in the future, you can still transfer soldiers and generals. The iron-clad camps and flowing soldiers can limit the warrior leader from robbing your authority to the greatest extent."
"Don't worry anymore?" Yuan Zhan reached out and grabbed the hand of his priest.
"Phew!" Yan Mo leaned down on the table, "I finally have a clue. According to this military management system, I don't have to worry about how to arrange the management personnel. It's enough for everyone to recommend each other. But what should I do in the future? "
Yuan Zhangai touched the short-haired head of the priest, "In the future, there will always be soldiers who are disabled and old. When they can't fight anymore, they can just take care of people like elders. By then, the tribal rules should have been firmly engraved In their minds, there are more people forming a family. With women and children, houses and fields, and endless food, no one will be willing to leave Jiuyuan again. At that time, you can do whatever you want. Yes, what about street chiefs, alley chiefs, village chiefs, etc.”
"Heh." Yan Mole, what he finds difficult doesn't seem to be a problem in Yuan Zhan's mind. How easy is it to solve it
Huh? No, it seems that I have more than half of the solution
"A Zhan," Yan Mo tilted his head to look at the young man.
"Ok?"
"Have you noticed that you are more cunning and wise than before?" So he said that these primitive savages should not be underestimated. Their brain capacity is no different from that of modern people. As long as they are enlightened, some of them are geniuses themselves The speed of human growth will make any traverser feel horrified. Especially those people with 1% talent have put in 100% sweat in order to grow!
Yuan Zhan leaned close to his face, opened his mouth and bit his cheek, "You taught me well, my lord priest."
But I don't have any sense of accomplishment at all. Instead, I have a sad sense of being taught to kill my master by my disciples!
The sun slanted into the room, Yuan Zhan looked at the fine hair on the boy's face that was illuminated by the sun and turned golden yellow, and rubbed the tip of his nose against his.
Yan Mo's heart trembled inexplicably. Suddenly, he felt that this domestic animal seemed more attractive than before.
"By the way, I heard rumors in the tribe that a woman has your child?"
"...Then did you hear the next rumor?"
"Which one?" The man's hand touched his lower abdomen and gradually slipped down.
Yan Mo grabbed his hand, "It's noon, what are you doing? You haven't told me yet, how is your arrangement going?"