All the savage is jealous, I will farm

The boy's voice was very clear in the quiet night, Su Yao found it interesting to listen to their words: "What do you want to say?"

Wu He was still full of disbelief, and Su Yao's questioning didn't bring him back to his senses.

Seeing that no one answered, Zhong Li moved his fingers slightly, and the cold blade brushed across Wu He's neck, cutting off a strand of hair.

Xilou on the side quickly hugged Wu He into his arms, and then pulled Wu He out of his contemplation.

"What happened to the white horned horse?" Su Yao asked again patiently.

Wu He glanced at the white-horned horse and then landed on Su Yao. His lips squirmed a few times before whispering: "The white-horned horse is the sacred totem of our tribe. The Xihe tribe has always followed the rules. Whoever gets the white-horned horse must admit it is The well-deserved patriarch of the Xihe tribe."

It's just that the existence of white-horned horses is very rare, and they rarely appear in front of people, let alone white-horned horses recognize a human as their master.

The Xihe tribe has existed for so many years, only the first leader of the tribe has ever been recognized by the white horned horse, and the white horned horse disappeared until the last patriarch died.

"So if I bring the white horned horse back to your tribe, maybe I can get the patriarch Dangdang?" Although Su Yao's tone was teasing, he did not appear to be uninterested.

The two teenagers also heard Su Yao's eagerness to try. They looked at each other and then lowered their heads sadly. Now they are even slaves themselves, let alone protect their tribe.

The questioning ended here, and Su Yao's attention was diverted again.

"Hey Zhongli, I don't know what else white-horned horses eat, will they get tired of eating this flower all the time?"

"What would you like to name the white horned horse? Xiaobai? Baixue? Or Dabai? I don't think it sounds very good."

Ever since he got the white horned horse, Su Yao has been in high spirits, which can be seen from his non-stop chattering.

Seeing that he cared so much about a white-horned horse, Zhong Li was very upset and didn't want to say it clearly. He was afraid that Su Yao would think he was too domineering, so he could only respond sullenly.

Xilou and Wuhe followed behind them without saying a word. Hundreds of wildebeest walked quietly behind them. Occasionally, a snoring could startle them both.

Walking out of the canyon is a huge grassland. The warm spring temperature is full of various flowers on the grassland, which is very beautiful.

"The living conditions of your tribe are so good, why do you still go hunting in the wild mountains?" Zhong Li remembered the torches he saw before and finally had a chance to change the topic.

"The wildebeests in the tribe like to eat the soil on those mountains, so every once in a while they will go there to dig some back." Xilou replied: "The priest uncle said that the soil there is salty, and we often dig the soil Soak it in water, and then use the soaked water to cook and eat."

Su Yao's attention was attracted by the conversation between the two, and he thought to himself: It turns out that the Xihe Tribe already knows how to extract salt from water, and maybe they will be able to research the method of making soil salt in a few decades.

Sure enough, the wisdom of human beings is infinite. Only a medium-sized tribe with more than 8000 people can achieve the current level. How far have those super tribes developed?

Su Yao suddenly felt a sense of urgency, it seems that he needs to speed up the process.

"How long will it take to reach your tribe?"

"It will be there after you walk out of this grassland, and it will take another day and a half." After returning to the familiar environment, Xilou's attitude is also a little more comfortable: "This is where our tribe hunts, master be careful, there are wild wolves and barbarians here. Fox beasts often lie in ambush in the mountain depressions to catch their prey."

"Don't worry about that. Have you thought about how to avenge your parents?" Su Yao suddenly asked.

Xilou and Wuhe bowed their heads in silence. After so many days, they have never thought of a better way to take revenge, and they are really powerless.

Su Yao looked at the two of them, and the pity and calculation in his eyes were not half concealed: "I can help you avenge, but you have to pay the corresponding price."

"What price?" Wu He said impatiently, "We can offer you anything, as long as you can kill those rebels."

"Can you offer me anything?" Su Yao fiddled with the mane on the white horned horse's neck with a grass stalk: "What if I want you to bring everyone in the Xihe tribe to be my slaves?"

"Don't rush to answer." Su Yao put his fingers on his lips, showing a peerless elegance between his brows and eyes: "You have to be responsible for what you say, even if you are young, you must abide by the rules of what you say."

Wu He bit his lip stubbornly, his eyes widened, not letting tears flow out of his eyes.

The adult in front of him is right, he is already an adult, and he should keep his word like his father.

So he couldn't promise the future of his clan just because he wanted revenge.

Although the rebels killed their parents, most people in the tribe did not participate in it, they just chose to be neutral.

Although Wu He blamed those people for standing idly by and not helping their parents, he was not cruel enough to make them slaves for the rest of his life.

Su Yao looked at Wu He who was caught in a dilemma and shook his head secretly. After all, he was still a little younger, and the definition of "good and evil" in his heart was too simple.

However, this also shows that these two teenagers are quite thorough in matters of right and wrong. Su Yao felt that it would be useful to adjust/teach them, so he stopped embarrassing them:

"I can help you kill the leader of the rebellion, and I can also help you inherit your father's position. As a reward, you will bring the people in the tribe to submit to my subordinates."

Wu He couldn't believe it: "We are already your slaves, can we still be priests and leaders of the tribe?"

"What's wrong with this? Anyone can be a leader." Su Yao said casually: "Slaves are also people, why can't they be leaders?"

The vines of the plant in his hand quickly wove into a weirdly shaped mat, and then the mat fell on the back of the white-horned horse, and Su Yao rode on the back of the white-horned horse with his long legs.

The white-horned horse neighed and raised its front hooves high. Su Yao was half-standing in the air with the horse's belly in between, with undisguised confidence and ambition on his face.

"Whether you are the leader of the Xihe tribe or not, the Xihe tribe will fall into my hands sooner or later."

As soon as the words fell, the white-horned horse rushed tens of meters away, leaving only the shadow of his white robe fluttering in the wind on the grassland.

"Can anyone be a leader?"

Wu He and Xilou were overwhelmed by his arrogance, and they would be overwhelmed for a long time.

Zhongli walked unhurriedly with his hands behind his hands, and the frightened horses followed obediently under his might.

The day's journey was quickly covered by Su Yao in only three hours while galloping on horseback.

Su Yao had had enough of riding a horse, but he suffered from two young slaves. Zhong Li had the spiritual power to walk beside him without any effort. Not to be left behind.

The afternoon sun was hot and strong, so Su Yao pulled out a blooming flower and chewed it in his mouth, and found that the taste was surprisingly good, similar to the smell of leek flowers.

"Let's just call you leeks." Su Yao, who hadn't eaten leeks for a long time, missed the taste of a leek box, and randomly ripened a piece of leeks, took the seeds and collected them in the space, and then gave birth to fresh and tender leeks, and cut them off.

Just about to make noodles by himself, when he saw Zhongli approaching from a distance, Su Yao suddenly yelled at Zhongli, "Zhongli, I want to eat a box of leeks."

When Zhong Li heard Su Yao's shout, he quickly used his spiritual power to rush over. Seeing that posture, he knew that he had to meet, so he smiled and said, "You teach me how to do it, and I will do it for you."

To start a fire on the grassland, stones must be used to block a fire ring to prevent sparks from splashing out and causing a fire.

Su Yao enthusiastically used his spiritual power to control the fire. He loves to eat modern staple food, and the white flour stored in the space has never been broken. It is just right to take it out to make pie crust at this moment.

The only fly in the ointment is that the oil used to fry the leek box is lard, and there are rapeseeds in the space, but rapeseeds, like wheat, are only planted in late autumn and early winter, so they were not taken out.

The smell of fireworks rose from the grassland, and there was an inexplicable fragrance.

The leek stuffing and fried wild bird eggs are mixed together to double the umami taste. When the two teenagers rushed to arrive, the delicious leek box was already sizzling in the oil pan.

The smell of grease came out of the iron pan, and Xilou and Wuhe couldn't help sniffling, feeling a little greedy.

They follow Su Yao and Zhongli to cook by themselves these few days, even though they use the good meat left by Zhongli, but the two of them are really not good at cooking, the rice they make can barely be cooked, and the taste is really hard to describe .

"Master, let me do it!" Despite his poor craftsmanship, Xilou still tried his best to do his duty as a slave.

Wu He also nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, sir, please rest at the side, and I will light the fire." If they don't find something to do, the two of them will really be discarded because they are useless.

Zhong Li didn't want to talk nonsense, he didn't dare to speak when he glanced over at the west building, so he could only stand aside nonchalantly.

But Su Yao was in a good mood, his brows raised slightly and his eyes looked very affectionate: "Are you sure?"

Wu He was so watched that he didn't dare to look up, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet: "I can, I also burned fire when I was in the tribe." His voice became smaller and smaller, obviously not as confident as he said.

Su Yao chuckled, and a ball of flames shot out of his palm, like a naughty child, circled around the fire and returned to his palm, beating uncontrollably.

Xilou and Wuhe were frightened by this scene, backed away in a daze, then tripped over the grass under their feet and fell to the ground.

"You, you are... witch blood?" Wu He, the descendant of the priest, reacted first, but then he denied his guess: "No, none of the priests and witch blood of the Xihe tribe has ever been able to directly Control the flames."

"I am the messenger of the gods." Su Yao's smile was like a strange uncle coaxing children with candy: "So do you want to listen to me and bring the Xihe tribe to join me?"

"I am willing." Wu He spoke first: "I am willing to bring them to you and the master, but I pray that the angel of God will give us the status of third-class citizens."

"Third-class citizens?" Su Yao became interested. This division is somewhat similar to the slave system in Athens.

"Yes, I promise you that you will not make them slaves, but the premise is that you must control the entire tribe. Whether you can do it depends on the abilities of the two of you.