Take Taobao with you to another world

The enemy was driven out, the migrant workers returned, including the children from school, and after the city of Az was taken, the losses and gains of the battle in Kanlar were put aside before they were accounted for, because The actions of the victorious women who became extremely active, Kanlar and the surrounding tribes were notified in a very short time that a meeting to decide the fate of the tribes in the entire Kanlar area was about to be held.Every tribe that wants to continue to exist in this land must participate, and decisions are made at the meeting:

Is it completely surrendered to the werewolves and magicians, under their shelter and under their control; nothing changes, and after the helpers have left, the clan chiefs and elders still lead the tribe; Anyone's, real city, surviving between the Coalition and Lacerda?

The venue for the collective meeting began to be prepared before notice. People from various tribes gathered to Kanlar, where a city wall had been brought down. When they arrived in the city, their hair and furs were still covered with frost and dew.People merged into the avenue in the city like a stream, and walked in the indicated direction until the eyes suddenly opened up.Although everyone knew about the battle between Kanlar City and Az City, they were still surprised by what they saw.

The center of Kanlar becomes "empty".

The cold wind in late autumn blew across a large expanse of land. Obviously, there were no scorching marks on the flat ground, but anyone who has been to Kanlar City remembers that there used to be many enviable houses standing here , It seemed like yesterday, and in a blink of an eye they turned into ashes, and the ashes were swept away again.The smell of the soil radiated into the air, and the range of the venue was surrounded by railings pulled by ropes. When the first group of tribesmen arrived, there were already people waiting in front of the entrance to bring them in.

In the venue, countless benches were moved in the early morning. After careful arrangement, different areas were divided according to different tribes. Women with different colored cloth strips tied on their sleeves brought the tribesmen into the venue in batches. General Assembly Hall.Although they just sat down in the designated positions, people were still very restless. At any time, some people stood up and looked around or wanted to move around, and it was difficult for their leaders and elders to completely control them. The venue was filled up little by little, and people everywhere It was a human figure and a human voice, until another group was brought in.

The black uniform looks as hard and silent as a stone, as long as you see the clothes, you know who they are, and they rise and fall at the same time, almost exactly the same demeanor, only a small half of them are human, look but look like brothers from the same family.

With notebooks under their arms and fountain pens hanging on their chests, they passed by various tribes without turning their eyes. Wherever they passed, people fell silent.After they passed, whispers hummed:

"They came to stare at us?"

"Is the human being angry?"

"Their ranks are stationed just outside the city, and their terrible weapons..."

The women who had brought them to their places came again, and they handed some bags to the men in the front row of the tribe, and asked them to distribute the dyed wood chips to the tribe.This is the proof of voting. The black piece of wood corresponds to the industrial city in black clothes, and the green piece is the tribal leader. Whoever they want to choose, they walk up to the wooden platform, face the crowd, and throw one of them into the big wooden box in front of the stage. .

In fact, this is not difficult. Every tribe has people who live in Kanlar City. They are already familiar with this method brought by humans. Other tribes have at least heard of this practice. As early as those women's teams When they went to the tribe to inform, they had already talked to the leaders and elders about how to do it.Now everyone can get two ticket stubs, they can vote for one vote, or they can vote for neither side, and the remaining sticks will be taken back to count again after the event, but I don’t know if they will be given this time. The tribesmen also gave out some candy.

Some people have been staring at the backs of the people in black, and some people think that compared to the tribesmen who crowded the entire drying yard, they are like big black ants mixed in the grain pile... and they are just such a few people.

More and more people, more and more, the venue is almost full.

The tribal people sitting in the venue can only see the countless human heads around them. Although the wooden platform at the front of the venue is only a little higher than the people, only the people sitting on it know what they can see. The crowd is like a blanket. Spreading out in front of the eyes, the people sitting at the back end of the venue are too far away to distinguish their faces. Dozens of tribes have gathered here like never before. They are swarming and buzzing like a swarm of bees. Many people stand up and sit down , like water undulating, but no matter how many times these countless tribal people turn their heads to look around, they will finally raise their heads and face the wooden platform, and they will listen to the sound made on this platform.

Patriarch Nawen sat in the middle of the wooden platform in front of the venue, and the tribal leaders beside him were talking in low voices, and occasionally came to say a word or two to him, and he would respond, but anyone could see his heart not here.His eyes swept across the meeting place. His son was welcoming people outside the meeting place, and his daughter was maintaining order. The werewolf of Sachel met her once, and the two of them walked away after a few words. The young man of Schell walked with the man from Industry City, and his daughter went to get some things from the rabbi.

The rabbis were also off the stage, but none of the chiefs seemed to think there was anything wrong with that.

There is no man who does not hate this woman.

This woman who got the benefit of Sachel turned her back on the law of heaven, and ignored the tribe and the laws since ancient times.Her followers were equally unbearable.

Patriarch Nawen knew that they had accumulated more and more embarrassment so far, but he looked at the people in black sitting in the front row, and no one from the "coalition government" sat with them.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the dew on the grass blades under the fence dried up. The gate was drawn and tied tightly with ropes, indicating that there were enough people. Some people might still be in the city or on the road, but they were no longer important.The leather drums on both sides of the venue were beating, and the rumbling rhythm overwhelmed the noise in the venue. The people who lived in Kanlar City quickly fell silent, and other tribesmen also gradually quieted down. People looked up one after another. A werewolf girl walked away. Go up to the wooden platform and talk to the chief of the Kanlar clan in the front row. Then the chief stood up and distributed the things he took from her to each leader. Under his urging, these tribal leaders got up one by one and walked away. Stepping off the wooden platform, some of the chiefs were obviously not very happy.

As soon as they went down, some young people removed all the tables and chairs from the stage.

The two men in black walked towards the leaders. They discussed for a while on the side of the wooden platform, and then the patriarch of Kanlar returned to the wooden platform, holding the thing commonly known as the "big mouth" in his hand, and lifted it to the wooden platform. before.The drumbeat stopped, he coughed twice, and then spoke.

A force called "current" spread his voice to all directions through the devices in his hand and on both sides of the venue.

"My brothers, my sisters..." he said in a steady voice, trying to make it heard by those farther away, "I'm glad you're here, not just me, we're all glad you're here. Today, we choose the path of tomorrow, and I want you all to know that this matter is as important as life."

"Okay, let's get started."

He lowered his mouth and showed the two wooden sticks in his hand to the crowd in front of him. He lowered his head and put one of them into the entrance of the ballot box. The wooden stick fell to the bottom, and the sound was clearly audible. Looking at his hand, but the fence separated them at an uncomfortable distance, making it difficult for them to see anything, the Nawen patriarch put the remaining wooden stick into his pocket, and only a few people could vaguely see from his fingers. Colors are seen in the gaps.

Next came the rest of the tribal leaders.Some looked hesitant and cautious, and did not want others to see their choices. Some looked indifferent and walked past quickly. The sound of falling tickets sounded behind them. Some were beaming and showed everyone the color in their hands before voting. .

They went down quickly.

Because the distance was too far, almost all the people at the back of the venue were standing. After the leaders finished casting their wooden votes, someone called the name of a tribe.Then a shadowy crowd left their positions and entered the central aisle from the very end of the venue.People from other tribes turned their heads and looked at these werewolves walking through the long aisle with surprised eyes, and walked onto the wooden platform one by one.The first person to vote was a girl with wild eyes, and the last person standing in front of the ballot box was the only son of the Nawen patriarch. He stepped off the voting platform, looked at his sister, and the two began to exchange unceremonious eyes. Then they each sneered and turned their heads away.

They walked down the wooden platform one by one and went back around the edge of the venue. The rabbi lady was waiting for them on the road with a basket, and the passing Kanlar people put all the uncast wooden votes into it.The second tribe also squeezed across the aisle, walking towards the ballot box with a little novelty and a little nervousness.

The people from the industrial city in black sat at the forefront, like guards. They looked up at the process without saying a word.When the small tribe behind them was noisy, they turned their heads to look at them twice, but now they are as quiet and well-behaved as a group of cubs, and even a third of the venue is quiet.The tribal people who vote in turn will pay attention to these young people who are even young when they pass by. Every tribe can find at least one familiar face among them, but no one dares to call their names.

Voting itself isn't much fun, but so many people are here - the vast majority have never seen all the tribes come together, scary crowds, forward and backward, left and right, heads Connected into one piece, they were restless, noisy, and making sounds, and these sounds cooled down little by little in the process of repeated rituals.One by one the tribes passed through the venue and stepped onto the wooden platform. Everyone reached into the entrance of the wooden box to put down the ticket stubs, and the wooden chips fell from their hands, like sand falling from their fingers, piling up little by little.

Time seemed to pass very slowly and very quickly, and finally, it was the turn of those people in black from the tribe.They stood up, took the stage one by one, walked quietly past the ballot box, almost all eyes fell on them, watched them go up and down, watched them put the rejected ballots in the basket, and then went back to the ballot boxes from the industry. around the people of the city.

Voting is over.

The drums sounded again.The voting opening of the ballot box turned to the crowd. Two tribal leaders opened the box and poured the votes into a low wooden frame on the table. He picked up a huge blackboard, and a white line divided the scrubbed board into two pieces.Two men in black came to the stage again, a tribal man and a human being. Together with another designated person, they watched the tribal leader count the votes. Every time five votes were filled, they wrote down a symbol on the blackboard, and at the same time, on the left Throw an arrow in the black or green wooden box on the right.

The women lined up the baskets containing the invalid tickets and started counting at the same time. Liya and representatives of three other tribes took their own notebooks to record.Everyone did this job very quickly, and in less than "half a point" the count was over.

370 six tribesmen voted for the industrial coalition government, and 820 three still chose the chieftain to rule.

Representatives of Industrial City, Kanlar and the Outer Tribes compared their respective records, and the difference in numbers was not significant, which was acceptable to all parties.

The result was announced to everyone in the venue through five loudspeakers, causing only a slight commotion.

Because a considerable number of people still couldn’t tell the size of these two numbers, but soon some people pasted the numbers on green and black wooden boards and held them up to parade the venue. Maybe some people couldn’t even recognize the numbers, but they also Know who is long and who is short - who is the one who loses.This result was so natural that no one was surprised, and no tribal people felt that this solemn ceremony was redundant. The contest based on human hearts was over long before the start of the conference, but almost everyone needed such a ceremony. After the ceremony, the result is "stable".

Some leaders in the audience still showed unwillingness on their faces, but their unwillingness was powerless.The moment the ballot box was dumped, the result was already displayed in front of them, the black representing the human side almost completely covered the green, and the votes obtained by the tribal leaders were the result of their hard work.In the face of such a huge digital distance, this struggle seems almost ridiculous.No tribal chief could have gained anything more from that number, and they were doomed from the moment humans decided to come to this land.

But this was just the Kanlar patriarch's own thoughts. He looked at these familiar leaders and clearly felt that he was no longer "one" with them, and there would be no trust between them, but he was equally clear Feel the peace of mind.

Returning to the stage again, looking at the carpet of people that had been spread to the edge of the venue in front of him, his voice was also calm.

"The sun is above and the soil is below. Our brothers and sisters are here. We have seen a fateful event. From today, we Kanlar, all tribes who are united with Kanlar, decide Incorporated into the tent of the most powerful and benevolent magician in the world, become his horses, be protected by him, and let him guide us forward." Nawen said, "And we will dedicate our greatest loyalty to him!"

The voting meeting was over, and the representative of the industrial city sent by the magician also came to the stage after Nawen and said a few words, "Today is a new day, there is not much we can do, all we can do is to do our best, Free the greatest number from the sufferings of hunger, disease, and slavery."

Then, the feast began.

The meeting place turned into a huge open-air canteen. Basket after basket of food was brought over by carts like flowing water, and then moved to the sites of each tribe. There is plenty of sugar and salt inside, and the eyes can see the luster of grease floating on the surface. Although they have long known the wealth of Kanlar, their generosity still makes the tribal people feel happy——if they now have the consciousness of being included in the rule It's too hard to be human.

Most people can happily eat and drink here from the afternoon until the sun sets. Although many houses have been burned in Kanlar City, there are still places for at least seven or eight tribes to rest for them, even if everyone You have to stay, less than half a day's walk away, there is a completely empty Az City, the team that cleaned the battlefield just took away the food and iron, and the rest of the things are really hard to arouse interest.Only a small number of people were invited to a place with a roof, but this particularity didn’t seem to make them particularly happy. The food here was no different from outside. It was also half-cold by the autumn wind on the road, and the drinks were also diluted. The light sweetness, the tribal leaders and elders have not lacked such enjoyment in the past two years, let alone those people are also here.

When the men in black from Industrial City stopped, the tribal leaders and elders had to stop too. Even if their appetites were not whetted, they ate a lot, and the food fell heavily in their stomachs. They didn't want to move much, but they had to get up and stand against the wall, while others put away the dishes, wiped the table, laid it in a circle, and spread the sackcloth.The hustle and bustle outside came into the empty cafeteria, and the patriarch of Kanlar came to the main seat with a stack of papers.

"We have already joined the account of the magician, and from today onwards, we will follow the rules." He said.

The wind blowing across the street has already carried a bit of bitterness. The winter here always comes earlier and colder than other areas, but the people living here are used to this slightly abnormal weather. In the new residential area, The sound of railcars clanging and jingling sounded, steam and white mist drifted around, and the voices of people gathered and spread. The flow of people returning home made the clean and quiet neighborhood like a template during the day come alive, and the bright headlights reflected the road golden. , People walked on the street in twos and threes, and the lights came out from the windows along the street one after another.

Scarmai went up the steps, pushed open the door, the soles of his shoes rubbed against the floor mat at the door, the warm air enveloped him, he turned his ears, hung up his coat, raised his head and sniffed.

Then he entered the cooking area, and the pharmacist in front of the stove turned sideways and handed him a small bowl.Scar first frowned, held the piece of hot meat with the tip of his teeth, sucked in his breath, and took the hot piece of meat into his mouth. After chewing a few mouthfuls, he swallowed it with a grunt.

He watched the pharmacist pour the vegetables into the deep dish basin, and asked, "What kind of meat is this?"

"It's a new breed," the pharmacist said, "As for the name...the sorcerer said it's still called 'pig'."

"What?"

The pharmacist raised his hand, Scar helped him take off his apron, and heard him say: "You should still remember? The magician wanted to do an experiment two years ago, and the animal husbandry team prepared a batch of samples, and the magician gave them in batches. There were more than a dozen types of them, and finally two of them produced results."

"That's it?" Scar asked.Of course he remembered receiving the notice of the meeting and marking it as an important meeting, only to find out when he arrived at the meeting that he wanted to discuss this matter—but he couldn't say that this matter was not important enough. If he thought it was not important, someone would Tell him very patiently why this thing is important, shit, that's a life lesson.

"Five groups of mothers, one group of conceived, gave birth to two litters and eleven cubs. This year they expanded the scale." The pharmacist said, "Three adults were sent to us, one was used as a specimen, and the other was used for class."

Having said that, the pharmacist lowered his head and pressed Scar's abdominal muscles with the back of his hand, "Even the elves haven't been poisoned to death, so you shouldn't be that weak?"

Scar: "..."

After Ska finished washing the dishes, the pharmacist was reading a book on the sofa. Before he said anything, the pharmacist raised his head, "I said," he said affirmatively, "Have you gained weight?"

An indescribable expression appeared on Scar's face.