Chief don't slap in the face

Chapter 59 The Target Great Chief

"Is the Xia family going to prosper? Someone actually gave something? How much is this worth?"

Seeing the supplies unloaded by the pack horse piled up in a huge pile in the yard, the neighbors salivated enviously.

"Huh? Prosperous? I think it's almost as good as destroying the family. Xia Ye, that trash, no matter how much equipment he has, no matter how good his equipment is, he will die if he goes to Gusen in the wasteland!"

Someone was jealous and said sarcastic remarks: "These supplies must have been cheaper for others in the end!"

"Hey, Xia Ye really made noodles!"

The Xiaye siblings are good people in the slums, and there are some good-hearted neighbors who really hope that they can live a good life, but they are definitely not face-to-face, as they will never be able to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives.

"Then what can I do? Xia Ye is a waste, how can he survive in the wasteland if he doesn't sell his ass to get some weapons and equipment?"

Xia Laoshi sighed with emotion, and took a look at Mo Wuheng. Although he is poor, his appearance is still good, and Xia Ye is not at a disadvantage.

"What nonsense are you talking about? He is the boss of Damozao, a talented mechanism engineer, and he is interested in Xia Ye's talent!"

Uncle Xia was speechless and cursed with a smile.

"I haven't seen Xia Ye's talent, but this little butt is pretty upturned!"

Aunt Xia sneered. Mechanism masters are recognized as academic masters, because in order to make a powerful and beautiful Mechanism Beast, you need to have profound attainments in mathematics, miscellaneous studies, aesthetics, medicine, and even philosophy. Why are Mechanism Masters so rare? , because this profession too tests a person's knowledge reserve.

How high is the entry threshold for an organist?In Xiacheng, there is a school opened by the Mohists and the Gongshu family, which specializes in teaching mechanism skills. I heard that in the first year of school, you have to memorize a full [-] arm-length, thigh-long bamboo slips full of rough characters, and the words are correct.

Haha!

Hearing what Aunt Xia said was interesting, some neighbors laughed lowly, not to mention Mo Wuheng, a genius girl among mechanism engineers, just randomly coming to the tail of a crane and pulling out a body hair, the knowledge stained on it can kill Xia Ye.

"I'll leave you the horses too!"

Mo Wuheng handed the whip to Xia Ye.

hiss!
Hearing this, the neighbors couldn't laugh anymore, they looked at Mo Wuheng in astonishment, and wanted to ask, are you Xia Ye's biological mother?No, the mother would not treat her son so well.

These four horses can be exchanged for food for a family of three for five years, especially the war horse, but military supplies, it doesn't matter, money can't buy them.

You must know that no matter what year it is, this kind of livestock is the most valuable possession. An ordinary family has a mule, and it will definitely take care of it ten times better than a father.

"I can't feed a horse!"

Looking at the brown war horse, Xia Ye frowned. Feeding horses is a technical job, not just a few handfuls of weeds.

In ancient times, when cavalry fought, they absolutely cared for their horses [-]%.

"It's okay, eat meat when you die!"

Mo Wuheng actually wanted to say that if she was in danger, try to escape on horseback as much as possible. She didn't want the knowledge in Xia Ye's mind to disappear with his death, but she didn't say it when she got to the point of her mouth, because she could tell that this young man With great ambitions, he seemed to have been looking forward to this trial for a long time.

hiss!
The neighbors are gasping again, isn't this a prodigal?He also killed and ate meat. Do you know how much a war horse is worth?Anyway, there is no problem at all with changing twenty healthy slaves.

This is a matter of perspective, in the eyes of the neighbors in the slums, even if he dies, he can't let the war horses make a mistake, but Mo Wuheng thinks that Xia Ye is worth ten first-class war horses.

"Okay, when I become the great chief, I will give you a hundred war horses!"

Xia Ye didn't refuse. With a horse for transportation, he could save a lot of physical strength and time, which was his advantage.

"Have you found a team yet?"

Mo Wuheng looked around: "It's better to form a team with your fellows in the slums. Although the relationship will not be very strong, it's better than being cannon fodder for those middle-level team members!"

The middle and upper-level teams need not only excellent team members, but also good equipment. Even if people from the slums join, they will not be treated as team members, just servants who accompany them to do all kinds of dirty work.

"not yet!"

Because of Xia Ye's reputation as a waste, even his friends in the slums would not look for him, after all, no one wants to be a burden.

"Would you like some snacks?"

Mo Wuheng pinched his eyebrows: "Once you leave the Xia clan and enter the barren land of Gusen, the competition will begin. Even if they don't kill people, they won't have any psychological burden to steal your things!"

For the sake of reputation, people generally don't kill people, but once there is no third party to watch, even people from the same tribe will kill each other.

Hunting grounds, land suitable for farming, water sources, slaves and other resources, who would not want to monopolize them?If you find mine veins and salt fields, it will be the most delicious bones, and these pawns who enter the wilderness will beat out the brains of each other.

"I know!"

Xia Ye has considered this issue, but it is not so easy to find a trustworthy companion.

"You have to hurry up!"

Suddenly, Mo Wuheng was not very optimistic about Xia Ye's trial trip. This was pioneering the wilderness. After arriving in the wilderness, the first thing to do was to choose a suitable site for development, set up an ancestor altar, and light the altar's fire.

The choice of territory is related to the future development potential of the tribe. If Xia Ye fights alone, how can he win those pawns who are in a group!
It is better to wait for a chief to suddenly come to the door and say that you are my long-lost son!
Adjacent to rivers, flat terrain, fertile soil, or where you can guard important roads and dominate the hunting grounds of mine veins, these places are always the most fiercely contested areas.

"It's okay, it's me!"

Song Guo raised her chest and patted her hairtail-like chest vigorously: "I am the best partner!"

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye rubbed Song Guo's hair, what happened to the little loli at the beginning?What about Extremis?The chief will definitely play a gorgeous performance!
Three days passed in a flash, and the pawns had to set off.

The tribe has a rule that before noon, all young people participating in the blood survival trial must leave the tribe, otherwise they will be dragged to the square and hanged directly.

"Are you sure you want to use this kind of tattoo?"

Xia Ye tied up his shoelaces and jumped a few times. The double-layer buckskin boots were just right in weight, and the bronze soles were studded, enough to kick the enemy's dog's head off.

"Ok!"

Song Guo sat quietly on the chair and asked Xia Lingyue to tattoo a Chinese character 'love' in seal script with red rose juice on the left forehead near the sideburns.

"Is there any meaning?"

When the tribal people go out to pioneer and hunt, they will tattoo their faces and make up, that is, paint various patterns on their faces and bodies.

This is a sacred tribal ritual that represents missing family members, praying for a safe return, and praying for victory.

Xia Ye's makeup pattern is still in the shape of a crescent moon, which is also a high-level pattern painting, which adds a mysterious and cool atmosphere to him, but in Xia Ye's view, the rich purple color of violet juice is simply gay in gay.

"like!"

The womb fruit is concise and to the point. After asking whether the summer moon can write the word 'love', the little loli insists on using this kind of tattoo.

I have to say that Xia Lingyue is very talented in aesthetic design. The word "love" is not straight, but slightly inclined, and the strokes are elongated, with a soft arc. The cuteness of the womb fruit is fully highlighted,

If this earth ghost who eats everything sees the womb fruit, I'm afraid he won't want to eat it, it's too cute.

"As you please!"

Xia Yezhi said that luckily it wasn't the word 'slave' or 'meat', otherwise it would be terrible, and his reputation as a pervert would never be erased in his lifetime.

Breakfast is bacon ham, fried eggs, pickles, and a bowl of thick millet porridge, which is simply blissful.

The belly of the womb fruit is round.

"Wait, there are some wrinkles here!"

Xia Lingyue stood in front of Xia Ye, grabbing his collar, trying to smooth him.

"elder sister!"

Xia Ye held Xia Lingyue's hand, and he could feel his sister's reluctance. Whenever he wanted to say that it was time to leave, Xia Lingyue would find an excuse to let him stay a little longer, but the parting would come eventually arrive.

"I'm going to check the luggage, don't lose anything!"

Xia Lingyue turned around, but Xia Ye pulled her hard and held her in her arms.

"Don't worry, I will definitely build our tribe!"

Hearing her brother's gentle words and feeling the warmth of those arms, Xia Lingyue wanted to lean on her brother's shoulders, but she finally held back and hugged Xia Ye with all her strength, then stood on tiptoe, A soft kiss on his forehead pushed him away.

"I still have a job, so I won't send you off!"

Xia Lingyue turned her head away, not wanting her younger brother to see her red eyes.

"Well, don't worry too much, anyway, you don't have to worry about spending money!"

Xia Ye quickly walked out of the thatched hut, took the reins of the horse, and greeted the little Lolita: "Song Guo, let's go!"

"Oh!"

Song Guo responded, then raised her head to look at Xia Lingyue, and patted her small chest vigorously: "Don't worry, I will do my best to protect big brother!"

After finishing speaking, little Lolita ran out of the yard and caught up with Xia Ye.

Seeing her younger brother's back gradually disappearing at the end of the long street, Xia Lingyue leaning on the door frame couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly collapsed on the ground, sobbing softly.

"Sister Lingyue is crying!"

Song Guo rode on the horse and looked back.

"I know!"

Xia Ye didn't look back, because he swore that next time he faced Xia Saving Moon, he would become a great chief that she could be proud of.

At the gate of the city, there were many people seeing off.

"Let's go!"

Xia Laoshi persuaded his wife, his son Xia Chong has been away for half an hour, what's the use of standing here?Seeing that his wife didn't respond, he just wanted to persuade him again when he heard the people around him exclaim.

"That's Xia Ye?"

Because of their status, the people in the slums naturally gathered together, and by the way, asked the children to take care of each other. Of course they knew Xia Ye, but now this handsome young man is really the sick child who has been bedridden all year round?

(End of this chapter)