Chapter 3 Mu's Tribe

PS: This is quite a tragic day. When I had finished writing this chapter and was about to copy and paste, it happened. I deleted it by mistake, and I haven't backed it up. Therefore, I can only endure the sleepiness and continue to write it down. I'm depressed and want to cry without tears...

The next day, the wind was clear and the sky was clear and the sun was bright.

"Bring those prisoners to me!" A roar, the patriarch of the tribe roared up to the sky and shook everywhere.

The patriarch of this tribe is an extremely tall middle-aged man. His long curly hair floats in the wind, but he is tied with a cloth belt. On his forehead, he is covered with a strong animal skin. She is tall and has muscles. Her upper body wears a leather armor made of animal skin, and her lower body is Just wrapped in a animal skin, there was a pair of simple straw shoes on his feet, and ten thick toes were exposed.

Originally, the distribution of prisoners has always been arbitrary by the patriarch. Later, the patriarch and the elder decided that it was decided by the council of elders to decide major events, such as whether to fight lightly, such as the distribution of slaves.

In fact, the so-called "presbyterian conference system" is simply a reality. All the people know that those white-haired elders have no energy to take care of the patriarch's affairs, and the patriarchs have always been strong. When the patriarchs abandon these elders' arbitrary dictatorship, these elders dare not come out at all. To impeach, he can only open one eye and close the other. For example, last night, the patriarch took the two beautiful women directly as his concubines, but no elder came out to fart.

Opposite the patriarch, there are thousands of middle-aged men. Among the tribes in the Great Plains, women are not allowed to participate in wars, hunting and meetings. Women only have three jobs: to make their husbands comfortable, have children, and raise children.

Those young or middle-aged men are standing in a huge square, squatting, or carrying a huge fruit, or a fat rabbit meat, but more people are pointing and laughing at the captives behind them.

When the patriarch roared, all the young men in the tribe shouted and responded, "Men's slavery, women's concubines."

The patriarch is obviously satisfied with the answer to the people. This answer has always been the same, but what makes him satisfied is not the answer, but the murderous intent of his people, which is what he is most proud of.

Opposite the patriarch, behind those young and middle-aged people, there are thousands of prisoners, which is one of the wealth taken after yesterday's victory in the war. The other half of the wealth is the tribe's money, food, and animal skin.

These prisoners, after their warriors died on the battlefield, their fate was doomed! Young and middle-aged men will be bought with wealth and then become slaves. They wear calm wooden locks all year round and exchange the hard work of their hands for food that is only enough to fill their stomachs. When they get old, they can only wait for them to be abandoned, and then die in the mouth of jackals, or freeze to death and starve to death. In the endless prairie.

Those beautiful women will be exchanged for money as concubines to serve a man they have never known. Some resisted to the death and then die directly, some die unbearable torture, and some are abandoned outside the tribe. Even if they give birth to a child, their children can only be raised by their husband's main room, which has nothing to do with them.

And the remaining old, weak, infants and young can only be ruthlessly abandoned, because no one will spend money to buy them. The only thing waiting for them is a rope, locked on their necks and feet, and then driven to a faraway place outside the tribe, where there is no food, only cold or hot, and Countless jackals and beasts will eventually die and disappear.

At the order of the patriarch, the captives' trade began. These people, with their military merits or the money in their arms, went to buy their favorite slaves or concubines. Their so-called money is actually a hard small shell with strange silver light, symbolizing wealth.

More than two hours later, when the sun was in the sky, thousands of prisoners were finally bought, leaving only those old and weak babies. Under the order of the patriarch, more than a dozen tribal people with ropes immediately connected the old and weak together, and then forced them with the spears in their hands. Go outside the door.

Most of these ropes are one of the trophies.

The rope tools made by themselves eventually became a sharp weapon for their lives.

"I'll fight with you!" A slave suddenly broke away and then raised his strength and hit a man not far away. It was a short man who had just spent twelve shells to buy him.

No one knows why he suddenly broke up, or one of the people who was about to be driven to the wilderness, one of them was his father, or his talented children, or his beautiful wife has become someone else's concubine at this time.

"Kill him!" The patriarch roared coldly.

"Puff!" The captive who rose up to resist only ran three or four steps and immediately fell to the ground.

On his neck, a transparent hole was telling others the reason for his death. Behind him, a strong man was holding a sharp spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear was dripping blood drop by drop.

The man was still open at this time, his eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, and behind him, there was still a stream of hot blood, still flowing.

"My money, you pay me back!" The little man obviously did not dare to offend the man with the spear. He took a few steps forward and shouted at the elders on the high platform.

"Lu San, if you yell again, be careful that I skin you." A young elder came out of the crowd and roared angrily.

Sure enough, Lu San's voice immediately lowered a lot, but he said unwillingly, "I spent a lot of money on twelve shells and disappeared in vain!"

The young elder smiled and stood back: "Lu San, you can drag the body back. The meat on the body is enough for your family to eat for a few days!"

Lu San glanced at the body on the ground and muttered, "I don't eat meat, but it's just right to take this body back to feed my hounds."

When everyone heard this, they laughed.

But the tall patriarch walked down from the high platform and went straight to somewhere. It was a man in cloth tied with a rope. The patriarch lifted him up with one hand, then quickly walked to the high platform, threw it directly on the ground, and then said loudly, "To the people, this is a good nobleman. But is anyone willing to buy him?"

In the tribal plain, wearing cloth is the symbol of the aristocracy. But no one was willing to buy the aristocratic captives. After everyone was in a hustle, only one person said loudly, "Py patriarch, can I buy his cloth?"

The patriarch replied wildly, "What about others? Do you want to buy them together?"

But I also heard the previous man roar again, "This nobleman can't be a hard work or a concubine. Why did I buy him? If I cook for him, maybe it will stink!"

At this time, Gu Xinghe was just a cup. Originally, he had recovered two or three points of Yuanli cultivation. As long as he blended into the tribe, he would not worry about avoiding it. However, he did not expect that the Yuanli suddenly dissipated. It was the Yishui long sword, which has never been inseparable from himself. At this time, he also arrived at the name of the patriarch's daughter Yunyan. In the hands of the girl, she really wants to cry!

But I heard the patriarch roar and replied, "Since you don't buy people, clothes are naturally not for sale."

Suddenly, a childish voice thought to him: "Dad, can I buy him as my slave?"

Everyone turned around, but he was seven or eight years old*, but it turned out to be one of the sons of the patriarch and his favorite son.

So, the prisoner trading meeting ended. The patriarch bought the most expensive of the prisoners without spending a shell and gave it to his son as a gift.

The seven- or eight-year-old* held a slender rope in his hand. At the other end of the rope was the tortured ancient Xinghe. Because the tribal people were afraid that the patriarch's son could not subdue the slave, they used all means to torture him unbearably.

Under the leadership of the little boy, he traveled through ancient trees and houses one after another, and finally stopped in front of a cabin.

"Sister, I brought him here, and he will be your slave from now on!" The little boy said loudly.

The woods opened it, and the girl Yunyan in a cloth skirt came out of it, holding a dark thing in her hand, handed it to the little boy, and then said with a smile, "Xiwu, go play with your friends!"

"Good!" The little boy named Sunset Fog left with joy.

"From now on, you will be my slave. Remember to make a trick to make me happy every day, or I won't give you food, hum!"

After staying here for a long time, Gu Xinghe finally knew that the name of the tribe was "Mu's Tribe", because the name of the patriarch of the tribe was Mu. This huge tribe has more than 30,000 people, including more than 20,000 young and middle-aged men, and the rest are old, weak women and children, and some are not allowed to take weapons. Slave!

Because of the loss of Yuanli, Gu Xinghe naturally could not become a "hand trick", so he was starved several times in a row. Every day, he had to put his chest against his back and do all kinds of hard work.

It's unspeakable and miserable.