Chase the future leader of the tribe in two steps [gl]

For most people, it is not as cost-effective to reduce the proportion of handing in food as it is to take food directly. After all, what is in hand is the most intuitive. If you are not lucky to go hunting, you may get nothing. Things in the future may be uncertain. It is better to take more food from the beginning. The delicious rice and a basket of jerky have already moved many people's hearts.

Song Fei observed everyone's expressions and had a general understanding of the situation.

In the eyes of many warriors, slaves are just items, and they can be exchanged with others if they don't like it. Now that the little priest has proposed this condition, it is already very good in the exchange, and many people are eager to try it.

The slaves who were listening also started to commotion, they didn't know that they were worth so much food!But some people are uneasy, afraid that their master will abandon them.

Some are cruel, while others are gentle. If you are lucky enough to meet a good-tempered and capable master, you will be able to eat more easily, and your life will be no different from that of tribal people. A slave with such a master will not want to leave his own Master, after all, you are going to be a slave of the tribe. If nothing else, the work must be very tiring.

It's enough to watch the excitement for a while, Feng Qin directed everyone to disperse to work, and arrested the girl and her relatives and friends by the way.

Feng Qin hit harder, and the girl yelled: "Feng Qin, you are taking advantage of me!"

Feng Qin smiled: "Just like you, whoever wants to take advantage of you, you think I'm blind." He patted the girl's cheek with a disdainful expression.

The girl was ashamed and annoyed, and gave Feng Qin a hard look.

Xiao Yu silently watched the interaction between the two, Song Fei shook her head and sighed.

As soon as she turned around, Feng Qin was taken aback, and she let go of the girl's hand: "You, why are you here?"

There was no emotion on Xiaoyu's face, she stared at Feng Qin's hand patting the girl's face, and showed the most gentle smile: "I heard that something big happened here, and you didn't come back anyway. come and see."

The girl took the opportunity to leave, Feng Qin yelled angrily: "Stop!" She stepped forward and grabbed the girl's arm, and she said to Xiaoyu: "Wait for me, I will lock them up first."

The girl continued to struggle, and she looked at Feng Qin angrily, but now Feng Qin was focusing on another person.

Xiao Yu nodded: "I'll go with you."

"Huh?" Feng Qin was a little surprised, but thought that the two of them would have more time to spend together, and felt very happy, "Well, let's go together."

Song Fei watched them go away, and saw that there were still a few scattered on the field that were almost scattered and refused to leave, so she knew that they still had questions to ask.

A thin man walked over quickly. Looking at his clothes, he should be a warrior.

The man asked: "Little priest, is what you just said true? Regardless of men, women, or children, a slave is exchanged for a basket of rice, a basket of dried fruit and..." He swallowed, and continued, "And a basket of dried meat? "

This should be the most desolate category of warriors. They are either old or inferior in hunting skills. Although they occupy the title of warriors, they spend most of their time in the team. Some slaves were obtained in several wars, and now they are about to be eliminated by the team, and they may not be able to support their own slaves in the future.

These people were planning to exchange their slaves for others. This time, the tribe directly came forward, which is a good thing for them.

Song Fei gave him an affirmative answer.

"Then, what if the slave is already very old?" The man rubbed his hands and asked again.

Song Fei glanced at him, looked at this person's clothes and appearance, and could tell that his life must not be very good. Such a person, unless his heart is really good, would not raise older slaves, and these two short sentences During the conversation, Song Fei also saw that he was definitely not a person who loves to do charity.

Then his words are worth pondering, since he has no old slaves, why did he ask such a question.

What is an old slave usually like, old and weak, unable to work...

Song Fei knew it, and she had an all-knowing smile on her face: "You mean your slave may not be able to work?"

Seeing that his little thoughts were punctured, the man said embarrassingly, "Almost, almost."

In this situation, during the discussion, Song Fei once asked what to do if the slaves returned could not work. Luo Ti poked her head at that time: "Have you ever seen a warrior raise useless slaves?"

Most of the slaves raised by warriors are able to work even if their mental outlook is not good. If they can't work, what's the use of raising them.

Even if what Song Fei said really happened, the tribe could still afford that little food, and the most important thing was attitude.

First let those who have been oppressed for a long time know that they are still valuable.

"I know about your situation. When Loti comes back, she will officially announce that you can bring your slave with you."

With Song Fei's assurance, the man left contentedly, and two people followed him.

There is still one person wandering around.

This time it was a woman. She had a beautiful face, but she was not very energetic and looked very tired.

She hesitated and dared not go forward, but it was Song Fei who waved to her, and she came here with her head down.

Song Fei guessed from her respectful attitude that a woman should be a slave.

"Master Priest." The woman wanted to kneel down, but Song Fei stopped her in time.To be honest, she is still not used to others kneeling on her until today, it is too awkward.

"If you have anything to say, just say it directly, it's okay." Encouraged by Song Fei's gentle eyes, the woman's uneasiness disappeared a little.

She was still nervous, but she dared to say what she wanted to say: "If, what if the master doesn't want to change?"

Even standing next to such a gentle Song Fei, the woman still has anxiety that cannot be resolved. Her head is always lowered subconsciously, and she dare not speak without being asked. Song Fei also noticed that her hands are always tightly Hold it on the lower abdomen, as if there is any disturbance around her, she will bend her body to avoid it.

Her master was not nice to her at all.

Song Fei said: "This is mandatory, you don't have to worry."

The woman raised her head happily, only then did Song Fei see that there was even a strangle mark on her neck which was hidden by her long hair.

"Thank you, thank you." Tears welled up in the woman's eyes. She wiped her hands carelessly and wanted to kneel down and kowtow again. Song Fei stopped her and said to her, "Follow your master to the tribal center square this afternoon. When the time comes, we will It will all be arranged."

The last Ma Yiren also left, and Song Fei turned to look at the Husi who refused to leave.

The Husi people don't care who the slaves of the Mayi people belong to. The only thing they care about is that the priest said that they will not become slaves, but can live like the Mayi people.

"Don't worry too." Song Fei left a sentence and waved her hands to them, "What are you doing here? Although the house is built for you, you still have to prepare the things you use in the house. If you don't know, go to the Mianma Square to help. Work and let them teach you how to make furniture."

In the Husi people's tent, there are still some flexible people staying behind. After all, before the official integration with Mayi, everyone is worried that their people with limited mobility will be left here alone.

Hong Ling was injured, and her small collection group stayed with her, not to mention the fact that the fruit was withheld before, which made them afraid to go out with the army to pick wild fruits.

Song Fei knelt down to look at Hongling's foot, it was swollen like a steamed bun, she frowned: "Why don't you come to see me?"

Hong Ling bit her lip and lowered her head.

Healing is the most convenient witchcraft used by Song Fei. After a green light passed, Hongling was surprised to find that her feet didn't hurt anymore.

"Fortunately, I didn't hurt any bones. Although it doesn't hurt anymore, you still have to be careful. Don't exercise strenuously recently. Walk slowly, and the swelling will probably subside in the evening." Song Fei patted Hongling's head, "Injury should be Tell my sister the truth, don't hide it, you know?"

Hongling was stunned for a moment, she didn't understand Song Fei's meaning at first, but she understood after a while, and hummed softly.

If Hongyue knew that Hongling's foot was swollen like this, she would definitely bring her sister to her for treatment, but Hongyue didn't come because of one reason, she didn't know her sister's foot injury was so serious.

In the past few days, those who can work in Husi are working hard. In the eyes of others, they come to eat and live for free. However, no one can stand such cynicism and white eyes if they have some self-esteem. They can only work hard. After all, eating the food you earn is the most delicious

This is also what Loti is most satisfied with about the Fox Tribe.

I don't know if it's a tacit understanding, but the hunting troop came back earlier than usual.They found that the people who came to greet them today were particularly enthusiastic. The warriors were a little surprised why the slaves looked at them so enthusiastically.

Before returning to the tribe, Loti cleaned herself up as usual, and she ordered Wei Li to divide the prey among the warriors according to the merits of the day, and then let the tribe take it or roast it for dinner tonight, or keep it as jerky.

Song Fei stood there looking at her.

Luo Ti put the stone spear behind her waist and came to Song Fei, but she didn't see her for half a day, she missed her very much.

"I told you not to come and see me off in the morning, and now you're standing here to greet her?" Luo Ti scratched Song Fei's nose.

Song Fei's sharp eyes saw that Luo Ti's hand was injured, she quickly grabbed Luo Ti's hand that was about to retract, and examined it carefully.

The wound is fine, it should be accidentally caught a thorny plant.

"Does it still hurt?" Song Fei subconsciously blew, and when she realized it, she felt stupid again. Wouldn't it be enough to just use witchcraft, and how would a metaphysics otherworldly person know that blowing will not hurt.

Luo Ti would probably cheer for Song Fei's foolishness. She shook hands, let go, and said in surprise, "It really doesn't hurt anymore."

Song Fei's face turned red. Seeing that there was no one around, she kissed Luo Ti's palm, and at the same time used witchcraft in her heart. After the kiss, even the scar disappeared.

"This is more miraculous than blowing air." Luo Ti's smile deepened, and she rubbed Song Fei's cheek with her hand.

Song Fei heard her heart beating wildly in her chest.

Lottie thought for a while, then pulled away a bit of the animal skin, and pointed to her chest: "There are scars here too."

Song Fei: ...

Bai Yun ran over with all his hoofs, and threw a bloody fat hare at their feet. If Luo Ti hadn't reacted quickly and pulled Song Fei back a step, the fat hare would have landed directly on them.

Seeing Luo Ti's face darken, Song Fei hurriedly stopped her: "This rabbit is so fat, did Bai Yun give it to me?"

I don't know if Baiyun understood or not, it squatted on the ground and whimpered, while patting the ground with its tail.

Song Fei's expression was complicated, she wasn't talking nonsense, Bai Yun really looked like a dog.

Baiyun is here, and Cong Ya is there.

Hearing Song Fei's question, Luo Ti said coldly, "I lost it."

Song Fei: ...Leader, you need to be more mature.

Cong Ya also ran over with a rabbit in her hand. She was panting a little from running, and stood there to smooth her breath before handing the rabbit to Song Fei awkwardly.

"Is it for me?" Song Fei asked with a smile.

Cong Ya tried her best to keep a straight face: "It's not a gift, you gave me food, and I will return it to you."

Song Fei accepted it happily, and Luo Ti glanced at the rabbit and sneered: "Your food is not enough for this rabbit."

Song Fei looked at Luo Ti helplessly, why was she still angry.

Cong Ya blinked, the leader seemed very unhappy.

Song Fei and Luo Ti walked behind the team. She told Luo Ti what happened today, and planned to call Feng Qin and the others to Ming Kong's semi-finished wooden house for a meeting later to discuss the future.

Suddenly, Song Fei stopped, and Luo Ti looked at her sideways, with some doubts.

A kiss fell gently on the cheek, and Song Fei was still thinking about her toes after the kiss. She put her hands on Lottie's shoulders so that she could barely look at her.

"When there are more people, I will be embarrassed to treat you. How about not kissing your chest and face? Am I not happy about curing you?"

Lottie put her arms around Song Fei's waist to keep her from staggering, and she gave Song Fei a kiss in the same position: "This will completely heal her."