Chapter 252: The emergence of Yan Mos brother. (1/2)
The Salt Mountain Tribesmen met the Yuan Ji Tribe, and if they saw only one of them and were not impressed by it, they probably couldn't recall it. After all, Yuan Ji people usually wear only a leather skirt, their hair is mostly messy, and they still have a smell on their body. Generally speaking, they are inferior to the Salt Mountain Tribesmen. Not much clean, not even neatly dressed.
But the Jiu Yuan People now are totally different. He has never seen this style of clothing before. Besides fur, there is also a very valuable cloth wrapped around them. He can see how rich the tribe is if they are willing to use such a large amount of cloth. And their hair is neatly combed, and a few people still have short hair, no beard and no beard residue on their faces, which shows that the weapons they polish must be very sharp.
So when the Salt Mountain Tribesmen first saw the appearance of the Jiu Yuan People, none of them recognized that several of them were former neighbors, nor did they recognize that the youngsters with more expensive clothes, calm temperament and high status were their Tribesmen.
”Hei Qi, why do you always stare at people and want to cause other people to get angry at us?” A middle-aged man in The Salt Mountain Tribesmen, fearing that young people might cause trouble, quickly pulled him up and whispered.
”Uncle Qing Ze, do you think those people are familiar?”
Qing Ze did not dare to look at them much. He just took two random glances and shook his head. ”I've heard the name of this tribe for the first time. How could I possibly have met them?”
Hei Qi's eyes could not help looking at the tall warrior holding the young man in his arms, but the young man huddled in the warrior's arms, his face half exposed, he could not see clearly. He didn't come to the market with Tribesmen two days ago because he handed over the newly mined salt with The Moer-Gan People. Today he saw the teenager for the first time.
If only the teenager and the tall warrior were there, he might not doubt that even if he felt a little familiar with his face, he would only regard them as an illusion. But at the same time, he saw three familiar faces, Yuan Zhan, Da-He and Meng. It is possible for a person to be slightly similar to someone, but four people are similar to those in memory?
Qing Ze saw the Jiu Yuan People coming back from the diagonal opposite to their Earth house second floor, busily pulling Hei Qi back a few stepped. He had been frightened and tired, and now he was afraid to attract the attention and distress of these big tribes.
”Uncle Qing Ze, take a closer look. Do you see that the three figures of The Jiu Yuan are not like the ones of The Yuan Ji Tribe who exchanged salt with us? I remember that the three of them often came together and went to the trading fair on the rocky beach market. Hei Qi pointed out Yuan Zhan to him.
Qing Ze listened to him and dared to look at it a little more carefully. He felt a little similar, but he was not sure. He could only vaguely say, ”How can the people of Yuan Ji Tribe become the people of Jiu Yuan? You're wrong. You see that they don't even have tribal tattoos on their faces.”
”But they look very similar!” There was also the boy who was held in the tall warrior’s arms. He looked a little like his brother Hei Jiao, but before he was sure, he dared not say that. Just now, the warrior who looked like the river said that the boy was their The Priest!
He knew exactly what his brother Hei Jiao is. By the age of fourteen, he was not even a 1st rank warrior. He knew how to eat and play all day long. He is also clumsy. If not, he would not have been bitten by wild animals under the protection of several brothers and almost dragged away by wild animals. Finally, although they rescued him, Hei Jiao's injuries were too serious and his legs and feet were injured. The weather is hot and the blood can't stop flowing. He couldn’t have survived for two days.
The bloody and decaying smell of his body made the beasts follow them all the way.
Hei Qi remembers clearly that when they were forced to put down Hei Jiao, his silly brother had only breathed out but not in.
Regardless of whether Hei Jiao could survive after that, he could not become The Priest of a large tribe in just two years.
Hei Qi was suddenly discouraged at the thought. Also, how could the Priest of a big tribe be his brother? He just wants to get out of the control of The Moer-Gan and get mad and can't daydream like that!
The tall warrior holding the young man glanced at them before entering the second floor of the earth.
Qing Ze panicked, their eyes eventually attracted the attention of the other party. He busily and humbly gave the tall warrior a pleasant smile, then quickly lowered his head, and pulled Hei Qi at the same time.
No one in the Salt Mountain Tribesmen is surprised or ashamed of Qing Ze's carefulness. They are not having easy time trying to survive. Compared with restoring the tribe's former prosperity, it is now their daily thought to just fill their stomachs, not be killed by people and beasts, and not to become slaves. In this way, they can't help peeping at the Jiu Yuan People with envious eyes, even when they were the richest in the Salt Mountain Tribesmen, they were not as rich as this tribe.
When the Jiu Yuan People all entered the second floor of the earth beside it, the Moer-Gan and other tribes dispersed, and Qing Ze spoke to Hei Qi again.
”Hei Qi, I haven't asked you yet. Did you say that to the Moer-Gan People this time? Can we expand our hunting range a little more, just a hilltop and a small grassland in front of us and a stream flowing down the hill? More than 200 people in our whole family are not enough to eat at all!”
Seeing the middle-aged man talking about business, Hei Qi reluctantly retracted his eyes and turned his face to resentment. ”I found Cai Wei Da-Ren and told him, but he didn't agree. The Elder and I knelt down and begged him for help. He also said that the salt we sent was not good. He said that if it was still like this, we would not exchange it in winter. Food, and we have to send them twenty more slaves every year!”
Qing Ze was shocked. ”How could this be? Didn't they say before that the salt we made was good?”
Hei Qi wiped his lips. ”I heard that the Moer-Gan found better salt, but I haven't heard where it came from yet. I only vaguely heard that the salt was too valuable. The Moer-Gan People also exchanged it for the Three Cities.”
Qing Ze was so angry that he couldn't help it. Cai Wei was the highest-ranking person they could come into contact with, similar to Cai Yu, who managed the market, but Cai Wei was directly responsible for the trade of goods between the tribes and The Moer-Gan.
”Did he take the slave with him?”
”Yes. But he disliked the slave for being too thin and not good-looking.”
”Not good looking? That's the best looking slave we can find!”
Hei Qi was silent for a while and said in a mute voice, ”He said he would come to our salt mountain for a while and pick people up himself.”
”Who does he want in the clan? But we don't have many grown-up girls. When we first came here, they took some with them. Now who else do they want?”
”If he wants it, we have to give it. He said that if we want to choose it by ourselves, we can only let all our women stand up and let him be satisfied with it.” The anger and hatred on Hei Qi's face can't be hid at all, but what can they do?
Qing Ze said bitterly, ”It will be all right in the future.”
Hei Qi sneered. “Later? In the next two winters, if The Moer-Gan refuses to trade more food for crude salt, let us not trade with other tribes, or give us more territory to hunt, or attack us without The Moer-Gan support, we will probably ask The Moer-Gan to turn us into salt slaves on our own initiative.”
”Not that...” Qing Ze's voice was very low. ”Not really. We can still leave.”
”Leave? Where are we going? The Moer-Gan People will let us go? We are the slaves of The Moer-Gan who dig and make salt in one day. They don't even need to feed us. We have to hunt and collect to feed ourselves. Believe it or not, the Moer-Gan People will kill us all if we dare to leave secretly! ”
Qing Ze was silent.
Hei Qi wipes his face, but it's useless to say these things now. Escape is bound to escape, but if you plan well, you can't be attacked when you’re escaping as before, even if you don't know where to go.
Yan Mo's acting talent is not very high and his acting is slightly exaggerated. If he takes out his stick to make a picture of him hanging his head in a coma, he will surely be scolded by the audience. However, when his immature acting skills come out, he can fool those near-primitive people who have no acting concept at all, or deceive them completely.
Even Da-He and Shen-Gu believed that he was exhausted to the extreme.
Yuan Zhan's ears were sharp, and when he heard the murmur of his beloved's stomach, he remembered that they had not eaten or drunk a mouthful since they left home.
Yan Mo looked back to the second floor of the earth and remembered that he was strangled by Yuan Zhan.
”You stay downstairs, don't make a loud noise, Mo needs a quiet rest.”
”Yes.” The crowd responded. Meng held Da-da back from following him.
When he was full, Yan Mo tried to tease his son. As a result, The Fruit of Witchcraft nor Du-du ignored him and made Yan Mo sad.
He suspected that the two might also be ”practicing and learning” in his stomach, while ignoring him was probably because they were digesting the large amount of mental energy he had just absorbed.
There was nothing to say all night.
On the second and third days, Yan Mo could not be closed in the second floor of the earth.
Everyone thought that he was trying to break down the remaining three curses of bone objects. Only Yuan Zhan knew that he was busy splitting and studying that question.
During that time, The Yufu Tribe quietly came to Yan Mo to confirm that the weak curse that had spread outside had been eliminated, and immediately relieved a lot of people.