Doomsday Dark Age

Gao Feng wants to run a good business, and the raw materials are indispensable. He uses a pen made of charcoal to write out what he thinks in his heart. Before he knows it, it is late at night. In the wilderness without any entertainment, most people have already fallen asleep. , Occasionally, you can hear the crackling sound of patrolling militiamen passing by (Storm Dragoon).

The oil lamp made of animal fat was emitting black smoke, and Gao Gao was meditating with his chin under the orange light.

"I still don't sleep so late..."

A person walked in from the outside, making Gao Feng look up in surprise, but it was Tianzhuo (Read the full text of the Playful Queen).

Tianzhuan's complexion didn't look very good, but he still maintained his majesty. He walked up to Gao Feng, looked down at Gao Gao's eyes, and there was something indescribable in his eyes.

"Aren't you also..."

Gao Feng stretched out a lazy waist in front of Tianzhuo, expressing that he was very relaxed, Tianzhuo pretended not to see it, took out a wine jar from behind, and said casually with two white pottery bowls:

"We haven't spoken for a long time, let's talk about..."

The golden old wine was poured into the bowl, it was crystal clear under the orange light, like gold, Gao Gao took the bowl and drank most of it in one gulp, but Tianzhuo had already drank to the bottom of the bowl, not wanting to show weakness, he finished the rest in one gulp .

After drinking a bowl of wine, his body immediately warmed up. Gao Gao let out a breath of alcohol, put down the bowl and looked at Tianzhuo quietly.

"Gaozi looked for me, but I didn't expect someone to be willing to offend me and follow you to the end..."

Tianzhuan sighed and filled his wine bowl again, squinting at the lights, as if saddened by the decline of his authority.

"What do you want? The pole is mine, you can't touch him..."

Gao Feng heard the killing intent from Tianzhuo's tone, and sat up nervously. The pole is his most loyal person, and he does not allow others to hurt him.

"What else? Didn't you already win over two Rishan Jialuos? Tell me, what are you going to do with me?"

Drank the wine bowl again and put it heavily on the table, Tianzhuo's eyes suddenly became focused, staring at Gao Feng's eyes.

"How to deal with you? Why should we deal with you?"

Gao Feng looked at Tianzhuo strangely, and Tianzhuo's eyes became strange when he heard these words, he shook his head with a wry smile and said:

"You're not ruthless enough, remember, no matter who your opponent is, don't give him any chance, or you will be the one who regrets it, I can't resist Rishan Jialuo, but after they left... (Read the full text of Wolf Song). "

"Boom..." Gao Feng punched the coffee table, causing two wine cups to jump up and spill the wine. It could be seen that Gao Feng was very angry, and his chest that continued to pant caused his mood to fluctuate greatly.

"I won't dispose of you, nor will I take away everything from you, but I will keep everything from mine. The whole West Wilderness is ours. Aren't you satisfied?"

Gao Feng said what he wanted to say a long time ago, but Tianzhuo didn't refute it. He pondered for a while, nodded and said:

"How do you arrange it?"

Tianzhuao came here with the intention of being a co-author, and with Gao Feng's guarantee, his slightly depressed heart became active again. As long as Gao Feng is willing to give him a way, he can preserve his dignity and face in the tribe.

"What's yours is still yours, what's mine is still mine, I don't want what's yours, you can't take what's mine..."

After Gao Feng said this, he felt relieved for a while. Anyway, Tianzhuo is still his father in name. He has done too much, and the people below will gossip.

That night, Tianzhuo and Gaofeng stayed up all night. The two handed over the bottom line in their hearts to each other, set a detailed plan, and each built a tribe according to their own ideas.

"Boy, quickly take us to see the underground world, maybe we can get some Kuilongshi, and then we will make a fortune..."

Gao Feng was struggling with a pile of data, when he heard Huo Yan's broken gong voice shouting outside, just as he heard the sound, he felt a gust of warm wind blowing against his face, Huo Yan was already stuck in front of him, looking at him impatiently.

"Let's wait a few days, I have tens of thousands of life and death issues to be busy with..."

Gao Feng was already familiar with Huo Yan, and he no longer wanted to be as respectful as before, and wrote various data on the animal skin paper without raising his head.

"Are you an underground man?"

Huo Yan suddenly said in surprise, causing Gao Feng to look up in surprise, recalling in his mind that Tianzhuan had warned him not to write in front of the outside.

"Haha, it's just impossible. The underground people won't have Galo's bloodline. Even if they capture Galo, they won't be able to breed it..."

This was obviously Huo Yan's joke, he winked at Gao Feng, and while speaking, a strong smell of alcohol rushed to his face, Gao Feng frowned and said:

"Can't the people on the ground learn the knowledge of the underground people?"

"Shit..."

Huo Yanma swears, standing in front of Gao Feng, pointing to two of the words and saying:

"Is this the word food? Those who can't learn are the low-level civilians. The children of the family have to learn these things from the moment they are born. I said that I want to be your master, isn't it just to teach you these things, now it's okay, since you You can do it yourself, so don't bother me..."

Huo Yan was happy that Gao Feng knew the knowledge of his previous life, who wouldn't want to be lazy?

Gao Feng was speechless and full of black lines, so why is Huo Yan still his master?You have already left the teacher before you learn it.

"Is it a knowledge monopoly? Culture is in the hands of a few people, used to enslave the majority, and let their descendants serve their descendants forever?"

Gao Feng thought of the ancient feudal dynasties in the past, when the gentry blocked the spread of knowledge for the sake of power.

"You can also say that, but it's still for the maintenance of class..."

Huo Yan's shapeless cross-legged position was opposite Gao Feng, scratching his ankle, seeing Gao Feng put down his work and focused on him, he opened his mouth.

"The thirteen families set the rules in the last ground war. Everyone must obey the family joint council, and the family joint council enacts laws. Among them are special orders during wartime, requiring everyone to contribute their own strength, regardless of rewards.

After the war ended, in order to reward these people, the family enacted a new law, called Tui Gong Fa. Anyone who made contributions during the war years will be recognized by the family and inherit the industry they are engaged in. The fathers are craftsmen , The same is true for sons, fathers are soldiers, descendants are soldiers, and managers are the same.

It does not seem surprising, because of this decree, many people will never have a chance to succeed in their lifetime, unless they become asylum seekers, they will break through the decree. Do you know the authority of asylum seekers in inland cities?As long as he likes a woman, he can sleep with her without paying any compensation, even if the woman already has a man, even if the woman's husband has a certain social status, just because the woman may be pregnant with the seed of Galo.

In the inland cities, the most valuable item is not obsidian or wealth, but the female Jialuo. Some female Jialuo who have been degraded as sinners, even if they are extremely ugly, will be snatched up by all classes once they are auctioned. If this woman buys it, she will be able to give birth to a child, then their family may become the Jia Luo family, breaking the restrictions and taking a step forward.

Therefore, the hierarchy is not so easy to break. Craftsmen will pass on their skills to their sons, but not to others. Samurai have no descendants. , doomed their fate... "

An exclamation made Gao Feng shake his head and said:

"In this way, the lowest people can only do the dirtiest and most humble jobs, just like the Brahmins in India?"

"What door?" Huo Yan obviously didn't understand what Gao Feng said, and Gao Feng didn't intend to say any more, so he picked up a charcoal pencil and said to Huo Yan:

"In a few days, I'll talk about it after I sort things out. Anyway, Jemin is not in a hurry..."