Crossing to the Wild

Yunye was ecstatic!

But the ensuing worries made him hesitate again: "How about, wait for me to think about it..."

Mingshan will definitely not let him go.

It's not that he thinks too much of himself, but he has been in charge of many things for the Ministry of Salt for decades, including the production of salt mines, the consumption rate of dried meat, the amount of goods brought by caravans going out to trade, how much dried meat should be exchanged... especially It was around the annual autumn fair, and it was a time when he was extremely busy. Before today, he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a month.

Yanbu couldn't do without him, and Mingshan couldn't do without him. The apprentice hadn't been brought out yet, so he... couldn't leave.

Rong Yue saw that he had repented, and said decisively: "What trouble do you have, let me help you settle it? Your original tribe still wants to detain you."

A real talent, how can he just let go like this! ?

"It's not buckled. It's just..." Yunye raised his eyes and said sadly: "Without me, the tribe will be in chaos."

"Then are you happy now?" Rong Yue said, "If you were going to die tomorrow, would you still choose to live the life you have today?"

"I……"

"Or to put it a little further, you know you're going to die in a month, what are you going to do next month?"

Rong Yue patted the stunned Yun Ye on the shoulder: "Don't wait until you die to regret it, life flies by so quickly."

Yunye was in a trance: "Yes... yes."

He is not young anymore, and if he can have children, he has reached the age to form a bond.Look at the blue corner again, life is over.

Is he really willing?Willing to continue this kind of life, willing to remain unchanged, willing to never get a response from Mingshan...but...

"Don't worry," Rong Yue said again: "As long as you want to come, we will take care of other troubles for you. Tell me, which tribe do you belong to?"

Yunye was bewitched, his heart itched unbearably, and he finally replied: "...Yes, it's the Yanbu."

Rong Yue was surprised for a short time, then quickly stopped her surprise, and said with a smile: "No problem, the Ministry of Salt, right, it must be no problem!"

Arranging with Yun Ye to pick him up on the day when the market ended, Rong Yue and Tian Yang walked down the stage and watched the performance for a while.

The programs prepared by everyone are hard to describe, and they are basically related to their usual work.

The performance of sawing wood and cutting boards, all the male compatriots showed their extremely fast hand speed and superb skills... which attracted bursts of applause.

Those who deal with wood and stone are pretty good. Some people in the breeding team, because porpoises are not easy to take care of, wanted to perform a public performance of inciting rabbits... Rongyue stopped them in time.

So they had to perform the "morning exercises" that they had to do every morning together with dozens of people who really had no talent.

Three people are on the stage, namely Baodi and the two brothers on the side of the stream.

The rest stood in line under the stage.

As the drums sounded, everyone started to move in unison—"Ha!"

At this time, more and more people gathered around the edge of the excitement.They watched this scene in amazement, thinking in unison: Can it still be like this?It can be like this!

The movements designed by Tianyang are both majestic and simple, and can be done by all ages.After practicing, open your arms and move freely. What's more rare is the sense of neatness that you practice every morning, which makes the image of this tribe, which seems to be joking at first glance, mysterious and unpredictable.

not to be trifled.No one dared to despise them for being inexplicable.

This is the momentum brought by "tidy"!

After the morning exercise performance, Freckles and his "Tianshu Pioneer Squad" were the last ones to come on stage.

The program brought is poetry recitation.

Because of the potential of little freckles, Rong Yue started to teach him characters in advance.Although the teaching is stuttering and the words he knows are still very limited, the little freckles are no longer the original little freckles.

He is literate, and can understand a little bit of the little freckles in the book!

Rong Yue looked at him and the row of people behind him with great interest, including men and women, old and young.

Guoguo finished the curtain call and stepped off the stage.

"Ah!" Little Freckle took a step forward and said firstly, "I love my tribe!"

"I love the tribe in the morning. Because the morning sun is golden, the fields are green, and the air is blue."

"I love the tribe in the evening. Because the sunset is red, the fire is orange, and the smoke is white."

"I love the tribe in rainy days. Because the wooden house is warm, the friends are warm, and the mood is happy."

"I love our tribe, because the song is ours, the laughter is ours, and the poetry is ours!"

After the little freckle finished reading, everyone read together again.

Rong Yue felt that her eye sockets were slightly wet.

Little freckles are often out of tune, but he does have a sensitive and warm heart.Maybe this "poem" is childish, but the love for life is passionate.

This enthusiasm even moved Rong Yue, all he wanted was a place as described in the poem.

He hopes that when the tribe is bigger and has more people, he can still remember this original intention.

After the poem recitation was over, everyone's attention was decisively returned to the stalls surrounding the wooden platform.

Because most of the things like cumin and chili were planted by Rong Yue, the amount that can be experienced now is very small.

Because the potatoes hadn't been planted yet, there was only one basket of edible food left, and Rong Yue kept them until now, just to make a name for herself with French fries in Daji.I don't care if I waste more oil for this.

Peanut sauce is served with twisted noodles, ketchup is served with French fries, and half of the roast meat is sprinkled with cumin and half with a little chili noodles. The prepared amount is gone in just half an hour.

People from other tribes who didn't buy it were very regretful, and they kept catching people from the Xingyue tribe and asked: "Hey, is there any more? Will there be more tomorrow? What tribe are you? ... Xingyue, why haven't I heard of it?" ?”

The official residents of the Xingyue Tribe proudly puffed out their chests and showed their temporary badges: "Then you know now!"

Rong Yue divided the samples she brought into three portions.Let's whet our appetite tonight, and we can sell them for another half an hour tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the main sales targets are people from other tribes.

It is easy to tell whether they are residents of their own tribe, because on the way here, Lao Mu worked overtime to carve a lot of wooden badges.

The badge face was designed by Rongyue, with a circle on the left and a crescent moon on the right, forming an OC.The pattern of a five-pointed star is engraved on the circle.In this way, the sun, the moon and the stars are barely there.

There is a hole on the back of the badge, and the badge can be tied to the clothes with a string so that it will not be lost easily.

When selling food today, many outsiders were very envious when they saw the residents of the Xingyue Tribe showing their badges and getting food for free.In this way, the logo of the Xingyue tribe was firmly remembered in their hearts.

All of this was seen by one person.

It was the skinny stall owner who was exposed by Rongyue for making fake feathers during the day.

The skinny stall owner had a bad day today.

He came from a medium-sized tribe, and because of lack of manpower, he followed the tribe every year.He set up a stall by himself, and finally handed over part of the proceeds to the leader, who turned a blind eye to what he did.

There is a kind of bird with very long tail feathers gathered near their tribe, and their fallen feathers can often be picked up in the forest, so the skinny stall owner came up with the idea of ​​feathers.

He dyes feathers with flower juice every year, and then brings them to the market to sell. In previous years, he sold well, but this year he was exposed by a weak chicken priest!

Moreover, someone in the crowd recognized him and sued the leader of their tribe. The leader couldn't hold back his face, and when he returned, he scolded him bloody.

"If you want to fake it, make it look like it, why do you want people to see it!?"

The skinny stall owner thinks so.

At night, when he saw the wooden badge on the Xingyue tribe's body, his heart moved slightly.

I just heard people say that this tribe will set up a stall to sell these foods during the day tomorrow, and they will still have badges for free, and those without badges will be exchanged for dried meat.Then why can't he make some "badges" out! ?

A serving of food has three sensual tastes, but he sells badges, and each badge only sells one... Someone will definitely buy it!

The skinny stall owner did what he said, looking for wood in the dark forest, chopping wood, and then carving and polishing against the moonlight all night...

Fortunately, he once helped others with woodwork, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make so many now!

The skinny stall owner has been doing this until the moon goes down, until the birds get up, and until the sun rises... so fucking sleepy, the skinny stall owner has lost his eyesight at the end, and the bone knife is not paying attention It poked into the gap between his nails, and the blood burst out, making him scream in pain!

"Why howling!" The people from the same tribe were woken up by him and threw stones at him. The skinny stall owner held his bag on his head and thought viciously, he must use this pile of badges to make a lot of money today!

Look, there are so many, he carved seventy or eighty pieces overnight, and these are seventy or eighty pieces of jerky!

Sure enough, the Xingyue tribe, which was so powerful yesterday, has surrounded a large area on the edge of the valley today.

A few stalls were set up at the front, selling freshly made food just like yesterday.After that, it sells two kinds of sauces for dipping food and a kind of "dengying shredded beef" similar to jerky.

In the gentle hillside area, there are several items that everyone didn't have time to play yesterday-darts, hoops, archery, and guessing riddles.

It was obviously the time when they should be busy trading, but people had already gathered around their booths, asking the people with the Xingyue Tribe badges who came and went: "When will you start selling?" "How long will it take? "What queue, what is queue?"

... After another messy movement, a long queue formed in front of the food stall.

The skinny stall owner was carrying a sack, secretly happy in his heart, and followed him into the queue.

"Hey, brother." He teased the people in front of him.

"What?" In front was a grumpy brother with a rough face and arms thicker than the skinny stall owner's thighs.The skinny stall owner shivered: "Well, do you want a badge? If you have a badge, you can eat for free..."

"...Really?" The man raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"Really, really!" The skinny stall owner swore to the sky: "I heard it with my own ears and saw it with my own eyes yesterday. This badge is the proof of their tribe. If you wear it, you don't need to pay for jerky...I only need a piece of jerky for this one, but If you don’t buy it, you will have to pay three, which one do you think is the best deal?”

This irascible brother is also a no-brainer, thinking about it in his heart is really a good deal, he can't help feeling a little greedy, exchanged a badge from the skinny stall owner, and tied it on his chest.

The skinny stall owner succeeded in selling, and suddenly felt that he had made a good start, and peddled his fake badge back and forth among the crowd.

Some people are greedy for small gains and buy them.There were also people who found this kind of sneaky thing annoying, and stared at him and scolded him away.The skinny stall owner was not in a hurry, he just sold it slowly, anyway, his feathers could no longer be sold, and he was idle, so he just sold it like this, and it was almost sold out.

Finally, the sun was bright, and the magical Xingyue tribe began to cook their food.

The moment the domineering fragrance came out, the three booths seemed to be shining brightly!

All the people who lined up in front of their stalls couldn’t help thanking them for their wisdom. They want to change salt/buy tools and small items/set up a stall...anytime is fine, but if you miss this half an hour, you may miss your whole life!

In front of the french fries stand, I finally got the irritable brother who was the first to buy a badge.

"Look, badge." He showed his badge to the girl who asked him for dried meat fiercely.

Looking at the stall girl Guoguo: "..."

Guoguo twitched the corner of her mouth: "Well, brother, you are not from our tribe. You have to pay for the jerky."

The irritable brother was startled: "How do you know!?"

Guoguo: ...Of course it's because our tribe has less than 200 people in total, I'm familiar with it!

Guoguo insisted on asking this man to pay for the jerky, but the irritable elder brother had a thick skin and said shamelessly: "I have a badge, and I am from your tribe!"

Chief Manager A Chuan walked over with a blank face: "What badge?"

The irritable elder brother pointed to his chest, and A Chuan said coldly: "Fake. Either pay for it or get out."

"You say that what is fake is fake?" This person is still unyielding: "It is obviously true!"

A Chuan casually picked up his badge from his waist, and pointed it out to the rascal: "Our master craftsman ordered red flower juice in the center of the sign. Do you have it?"

The people behind all looked over.

Indeed, although craftsmen who have seen the badge can copy it because of its simple shape, this flower juice is indeed an ironclad proof.

Now, the rogue could no longer give a reason, so he had to leave angrily.

"Don't go." A Chuan suddenly called to stop him.

"what happened again!?"

"Which tribe do you belong to, and what's your name?"

"Hmph, I'm from the famous Youhe Tribe, and Dagang is me!" Speaking of his tribe, the man was very proud.

A Chuan said: "Remember. The Xingyue tribe will never welcome you in the future."

Everyone: "..."

Although I don't know the consequences of not being welcome, it sounds so serious!

At this time, there was another person in line, and this person took out a badge meanly, "Hey, I'm also from the Xingyue Tribe."

Guoguo rolled her eyes: "Your ones are also fake."

"How can I be a fake?" Shuyan said with a straight face, "Look, I also have red flower juice!"

A Chuan glanced at it and said coldly: "After a few days, the flower juice on the real badge is no longer red, but a slightly bluish purple. Yours is bright red."

Thieves: "..."

Frustrated, he stuffed the fake badge back, and while feeling sorry for his piece of jerky, he resigned to his fate: "All right, all right, then I'll just buy it..."

A Chuan: "No, no buying."

The saliva in the eyebrows and mouse eyes was already flooding, and he almost had a cardiac arrest when he heard the words: "What did you say!?"

A Chuan: "Tell me, which tribe do you belong to and what is your name?"

Thief-eyed: "..."

The people behind laughed and said, "You won't be able to eat in your life—"

The author has something to say: A Chuan: Which one is better for anti-counterfeiting marks, and I have a photographic memory :)

Guoguo: Since you all know it, why do you need a badge?troublesome……

A Chuan: Because the Moon Sacrifice is not fully recognized :)

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