MTL - Banished to Another World-Chapter 19 Times 19

"Are you really a salt mountain?"

Strictly and very embarrassed, for the sake of future consideration, deliberately did not answer this sentence, but said: "Why did others pass through the salt mountain and found no rich salt there? Only our Yanshan people found it?"

The original lips were slightly open, like unbelief, and they looked forward to it. Then they licked their lips and looked fiercely. "This is not something you can play with."

"Do you think I will make a joke about my own life?"

"Just kidding?" This word seems to be the first time he has heard of a teenager.

Strictly waved, "Do not mind if you are in your hometown."

"Hometown?"

Strictly solidified for three seconds, looked up and smirked at the original war: "The vocabulary of our Yanshan people... I mean that my family speaks more than you, because we have more people in contact with the salt mountain people, and life is better than you. it is good."

The original battle did not know if he accepted the explanation, but he did not chase after him.

Strictly follow the trend to bring a grateful color on the face, sincerely to the young: "No matter what, you did save me, I want to repay you. But I can't guarantee that I will find a new salt-producing land, but I can't guarantee it. I probably know which direction to look for. The most important thing is that if I pass the salt production, I will definitely find out."

"... If it is true, I will tell the Chief, as long as you can really find a new salt-producing land, and you still have no owner, you will not have to wait until you become a third-level fighter to be free from slavery."

"I can find it, but the place is not necessarily close to the tribe. As far as I know, the salt mountain of Yanshan is already the nearest salt producing area near the original tribe." Even if you find a new salt-producing land, you won't be able to ship the salt back."

"Can we ship it back to us as a warrior, you don't have to worry about that much. Now the most important thing is, can you really find a new salt-producing land with no owner? Where to go? How long will it take?"

I firmly felt that the young people did not open up and had to understand more clearly. "I only know the general direction. I have heard the rituals of the family occasionally mentioned. In short, it will not be very close. If it is close, our people will have occupied it." ”

The original fingers tapped on the knees, and the face was thoughtful. "Your tribe has been occupied by the Yi people in the salt mountain. Where did they flee? Is it the new salt-producing land you said?"

Slightly smiling in my heart, but with a tangled expression on my face: "I don't know, but it does have this possibility. So if the tribe wants to get a completely unproductive salt-producing land, he has to act fast, and I don't. I hope that the soldiers in the tribe will confront the original people of the tribe. If you rush to the place and occupy the place, my people will not dare to compete with you."

The original brow was slightly wrinkled, and he got up in the same place. "I went to the chieftain. It must be as soon as possible..."

"Wait!" Strictly hold the youth. "I hope that you don't tell the chiefs and the priests that I can find the salt, because I am not sure, and if I can't find them, they will kill." I!"

The original battle was taken.

Strictly accentuating, "If it wasn't for the ritual adult who wanted to force you to go out to find salt in the winter, I wouldn't say it. In addition, I told you that this incident also has my purpose."

If the predecessor war has been suspected that the boy is not going to repay him but to retaliate against him, he will no longer doubt after hearing that he has his own purpose.

"Can you really find the salt?"

"I have 80% confidence, 80%... It is a big grasp."

"I will count." The original battle inexplicably felt like being shackled, and sat down again. "I can count the number of people in the tribe without having to tie the knot."

He did not laugh very much. He expressed his understanding of the tone of youth's micro-pride. In his memory of the integration with the young, the Yanshan people have ten, one hundred, and a thousand words, but they can count more than one hundred without the help of the knot. Very few people.

Counting is a sacrifice in many people's eyes. As long as the average person can count twenty, it is enough, because there are ten fingers and ten toes, and the private property of all people will not exceed twenty.

Because of this, people here are mostly based on ten. For example, 80% of what he said is 80% in Chinese, but eight fingers in local language.

There are also four seasons and months here. Like the world he came to, there are twelve months in a year, and each month is about thirty days. The specific date is controlled by the sacrificial rites. They are also the most People who know the seasons and time changes.

He still remembers that on the top of the Yanshan people, he dug 12 small holes deliberately according to the changes of the moon. There were wooden pillars and twelve wooden columns arranged in a row, arranged in the direction of the sunrise on the first day of winter. In a straight line.

The Yanshan Sacrifice is to tell the Yanshan people when the recovery season, rainy season, harvest season and cold season come, including when to hunt, when to cultivate, etc., by observing the corresponding changes in the position of the twelve wooden pillars and the sunrise.

The original tribes are larger than the Yanshan tribes. Presumably their sacrifices also have accurate methods for measuring the four seasons, and their vocabulary is richer than the Yanshan people. The four seasons have fixed words. For example, the recovery season is called "Adaru". The rainy season is called "Sadaru", the harvest season is called "Odaru", and the cold season is called "Fidaru", which is strictly understood as spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Looking at the sun above the head, only from the four seasons and the number of months and days, this alien planet has a very high similarity to the Earth.

"What are you thinking?"

Suddenly retracting my thoughts, I deliberately used a provocative tone: "I want to tell you the truth, because I can count more."

The original battle sneered, raising his hand and playing the brain of a small slave, "said! Your purpose."

Strictly slamming his forehead, stunned and stunned, this kid is really big, "My purpose is not to be a slave."

Someone came over from the tent. The original war and the other side used each other's fists to beat the chest. When the soldier walked over, the original war said: "If you find a new land without salt, you don't need to say it, I will tell the chief to remove it. The identity of your slave makes you an original tribe."

"No, you still don't understand what I mean." Yan looked up at the youth.

The original battle also looked at him.

Strictly open: "The new salt land is far from the tribe. We are very likely to be able to come back when 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 one or two. ""

"Because you are a disciple of the Yanshan people's sacrifice?"

"Whether I am or not, do you think the old sacrifice and his disciples will allow me to stay?"

There was a glimpse of a glimpse in the eyes of the original war. "He doesn't even believe me, how can he accommodate the next disciples of the next ethnic group? Unless..."

"Unless I don't use any means of sacrifice in the future, do you think it is possible? I know how to help others, obviously let the people in the tribe live better, but I have to pretend that I don't understand anything. The weak and the injured die, I don't think I can do it." He can do it, but the guide will never let him be a low-key self-protected bystander.

The original battle was silent for a long time. "I can't betray the tribe."

"I didn't let you betray the Horde." Yan Mo did not expect to convince the other party once. He changed the way to lure: "No matter whether the salt-producing land is close to or far from the Horde, the Horde cannot send people to guard it. You Have you ever thought that after you find the salt-producing land, you can stay there to help the tribe guard the land, and I can stay there without returning to the tribe."

The original battle was silent again.

Strict and unscrupulous, the primitive people are very precocious, only the seventeen-year-old child is so heavy, not at all!

When I saw the brown soil coming out of the tent, I was moved in a stern heart. I said, "The big river man was so badly injured, even if he was rescued, can he still go hunting in the future? What about his family? His children What should I do? Other warriors in the tribe like the big rivers?"

The young man was not deceived by him, and immediately said: "They even went to the new salt-producing land, and they could not survive without their hands and feet."

"If I said that I can have a way to keep them alive?"

The original battle suddenly got up and grabbed the boy and put the person into the tent.

Strictly thrown into the bed of his master.

The other party also paid attention to his legs and did not really throw it.

The original battle pressed him like a beast, his hand caught his neck, bowed his head and forced him to ask: "Who are you? What do you want from the tribe?"

The important moment is coming, the success or failure is here! He did not allow himself to have any possibility of failure. He slowly raised his hand and carefully took the young man’s arm, gently stroking it, and said in a very gentle language: "I am just a sacrifice." Disciple, I don't want to be a slave, I don't want to die. I can't live alone. I hope there is a tribe to take me, if not..."

"If not, you want to make a tribe yourself."

Strictly pay attention to the look of the original war, with a bit of grievances, tempted the authentic: "Can't you?" The man smiled in the bottom of his heart, waiting for me to have a more appropriate embarrassment, you see how I love you!

The eyes of the original battle are very tangled. He has an intuition. He feels that the young man under his body is like a poison dragon flower on the shores of Lake Monasho. He looks at the usual, sniffs sweet, eats his mouth like a sweet honey, but can Unconsciously poisoned an iron back dragon.

But once a hungry person sees a poison dragon flower, even if he knows that it can poison people, he can't help but put it in his mouth, because they can not only let you eat your stomach before you die, but also let you die before you die. Feel the best taste in the world.

The sound of the silence is more relaxed, and the eyes are fixed on the eyes of the youth. "A war, I don't want to be your slave, but I can be your warrior, your sacrifice, I know more than Qiu Shi adults. We can all build together a powerful tribe with more food, no need to eat, all children and old people to live through the winter. Like the soldiers like the big river, we can also let them eat and wear warm, we can even go back To help the original tribe."

"A war?"

"You don't like me calling you like this?" The simple teenager smiled slyly.

This name sounds like a bad thing, and the future depicted by the teenager makes him more excited. Leave the original tribe, leave the old guy who sees him not pleasing to the eye, lead the tribe to lead a better and richer life, if you can really do it...

The eyes of the young warriors were reddened a little and the nose was slightly aggravated.

Slightly sneer, I don't believe that a normal man can withstand the temptation to create a territory of his own territory!

"A war, you say you dare not!"

The answer to the original battle was... snoring, ripping off his own leather skirt, turning over his body, grabbing his wrist, and taking possession of him again!

Afterwards, the original battle of calming down was a good leather skirt, and I walked out of the tent and didn’t know what to do.

Leaving a violent limb, Zhang squatted on the bed and looked at the ugly worm in the hay under the animal skin, and did not understand how things would develop into this.

Maybe he should hurry to find a primitive person to dissect and see if the brains of these primitive people are not the same as those of the Earth.

Well, he knows that the kid is excited by him, and can't find someone to share this excitement, he can only vent to him.

But his three straw belts with gold needles were thrown in the corner of his original bed, and he couldn't possibly let him down.

... no third time, he swears!