Mystery Makes Me Strong

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Why didn't he realize that his companion and rival in love was such a ruthless character?

Well, I don't dare to face the stake without being harsh.

Generally, people with weak points will change their words, or simply run away, instead of staying and dying in order to adhere to the doctrine.

Fortunately, they were lucky and found the hunter's hut.

They waited until two hunters, one old and one young.

The old one is about forty or fifty years old?

After asking, I found out that the old hunter was only twenty-seven years old, and the other party could not even tell his age. It was not until Nero asked him how many times he had seen the leaves turn yellow. With the help of the young man, he could count to two with difficulty. The number seventeen.

The young man is only twelve years old, and the relationship between father and son, in fact, the old hunter can only count to 15.

The only good thing is that he can understand what the other party is saying.

He was sure that he had not learned this primitive language, and it should be the power that the devil gave him.

The devil gave me the power of darkness, and I used it to find the light of reason.

Nero cheered himself up like this.

The astrologer couldn't understand the other party's "squeaky, squeaky" speech, and he became Nero's subordinate and entourage.

Two hunters took them out of the forest.

This walk is two full days.

Without hunters to lead the way, they had to get lost in the mountains.

Finally, on the plain below the mountain, they met a tribe...

Nero quickly became the tribe's most popular guest by virtue of his language and culture, which allowed him to count.

The astrologer learns the language diligently, and until he learns the language, he cannot escape the status of his entourage.

Nero then tried to open a school to teach them mathematics and astronomy, but unfortunately no one in the tribe sent their children to study.

The chief told him that everyone was too poor, and that children should learn to find food from the age of three.

Nero was not surprised by this, because the place he came from was equally poor, and poor children had to learn how to work from the time they could walk.

Three-year-olds also learn to pick up firewood behind adults.

So what to do?

At this moment, a word suddenly came to mind.

"productive forces."

"What is productivity?" he asked inexplicably.

He knew about "production", and he also knew about "force". When they were combined, he was inexplicable.

The power of production?

He was thoughtful.

Then he began to observe the survival of the tribe.

Mainly rely on fishing, hunting and gathering, and only a small amount of agriculture, which is to take care of some wild fruit trees, and plant the remaining fruit at will, waiting for them to grow into fruit forests by themselves.

As for crops such as barley, oats, and rye, or even wheat, they had never heard of them.

This kind of life is obviously very unstable, and even aristocrats are difficult to produce. No wonder it is impossible to open a school.

He should teach these people how to develop agriculture.

But where do the seeds come from?

"Is there a port near here?" he asked the chief.

The chief shook his head, not to say no, but to say that he didn't understand what the port meant.

"There are lots and lots of water, and then there are some bridges made of wood, and many boats pass by." He can only briefly describe.

"The Gangjin tribe has several bridges like this, and there are boats passing by, but they are very far away from us. They have to walk for five days and only go there when changing salt." The chief gestured with difficulty.

Change the salt?

I understand that salt is also a valuable condiment for them. Only the nobles can afford it often, and the poor can eat a little for many years, and many people get sick because of it.

Salt?

He suddenly thought that when he was wandering in the forest before, he noticed a stone wall, where there seemed to be traces of animals licking.

Nero often communicated with sailors and learned some trade knowledge as he learned about their need for positioning the stars.

For example, salt is very expensive and hard currency, because it does not deteriorate and can be stored for a long time. As long as it is placed in a bucket, even if it is soaked in water, it can be dried without loss.

In inland areas, sometimes two sheep can only exchange two pounds of salt.

But it is difficult to buy a large amount of salt, and only those big nobles and big businessmen can get the supply.

So Nero set his goal of changing the lives of the tribe on salt.

Only at night, the astrologer found him: "I see that you seem to have a problem."

"What's the problem?" Nero was writing and drawing on a sun-dried clay tablet, and he wanted to make a map, a map leading to the salt wall.

"You don't think about how to get home, and you think about improving the lives of these savages. Are you sick?" The astrologer looked at him with the eyes of a fool.

Nero looked at his rival with the same eyes: "I will be burned to death when I go back, stay here, I am the VIP, the chief's guest, which side do you think I will choose?"

"When you go back, you can give up your own doctrine."

"No, I will stay here, these savages are like blank slates that can be smeared at will, they can easily accept my teachings, and no one will object to me."

"That's because they don't have nobles and churches yet. When there are nobles and churches, they don't like your doctrine." The astrologer said contemptuously.

"So I can't let these two things appear." Nero said firmly.

"You're so naive, in fact, I've found someone targeting us when you're obsessed with improving their lives," the astrologer sneered.

"Who?"

"A witch who dances the big god, she always looks at you with vicious eyes, because of your arrival, her status in the tribe plummets. For example, you use a kind of bark to cure the child's high fever, she will shout This is the devil's way," the astrologer reminded.

"Can you understand them?"

"certainly."

"Yeah, you've always been good at listening to women," Nero teased.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that we are from the same place, I wouldn't have reminded you, that witch is gathering people, looking for your flaws, as long as she finds out, you and I will be kicked out, or burned to death. ." The astrologer looked out the window.

"Hey..." Nero sighed, feeling a little helpless.

Individual power alone is too meager.

But he still has to do it.

But the goal must be changed, to improve the life of the tribe a little, and then he will find someone to carve his own doctrine on stone, engrave it on slate, and then send it out.

Anyway, he wants to make a name for himself.

...

Ten years later.

Nero was still burned to death, and the salt mine he discovered became the source of wealth for the tribe and attracted the coveting of other tribes.

After several attacks, the tribe suffered huge losses and had to migrate to more barren mountains and forests. Many people began to miss the poor but stable days in the past.

During the migration, the witch took the opportunity to say that he was the devil, the disaster he brought to the tribe.

Although the chief tried his best to stop him, he lost his prestige and could not stop the anger of his followers who lost his family.

They hung Nero and burned him.

The astrologer slipped away early.

Nero made no complaints, but asked the chief to keep his slate.

The chief nodded in agreement.

When Nero was reduced to ashes in the flames, he disappeared again.

…

He and the astrologer reappeared in that forest...

"Didn't I run away? I don't want to be with you!" the astrologer yelled.

Nero was very relieved, he understood that it should be the devil who gave him another life.

Although the astrologer is his rival in love, judging from his previous life experience, the other party is still a very rational partner.

Although he was often angry with him, he never cheated on him.

And if you think about it, there is no hostile relationship between the two parties: Mrs. Arnst was only with the astrologer after he was sure that he was burned to death.

"This is the Lord's arrangement."

"It's obviously the devil's arrangement!"

"No, think about it, isn't this actually very good? In a sense, we have actually come to heaven and have eternal life, and we can be like the Lord, and we can continue to resurrect." Nelo comforted his companions.

"Oh...that's right." The astrologer's heart became hot.

In the last life, he spent more than half a year just learning the local language, and then he went back and forth, but he didn't make a name for himself, mainly because his major was not right.

This time, he wants to seize the opportunity to become a guest of the Great Chief, and even become a king.