Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

After chatting for a few more words, Ji Thief took the opportunity to say goodbye: "Well, a few older brothers, let's go ahead, I have something to do, so I won't disturb the hunting of the older brothers."

The patriarchs also waved their hands politely: "It's okay, it's okay, warrior, you should be busy in advance."

The thief smiled and turned around and motioned to Usma to take him to see the fortress.

When Usma nodded, she turned and led the thief away.

When he came to the northern entrance, Ji thief was startled.

I saw that the mountain range with a width of 50 meters in the middle fault had an extra wall no less than 5 meters high and one meter thick.

The walls are all piled up by mixing clay and stones.

On the wall, there are two wooden doors with a width of about three meters. On the wall, there are passages reserved for people to defend and walk on.

The thief moved forward subconsciously. He went up to the wall and looked back and forth. While watching, he sighed: "Okay, Usma, how did you think of doing this?"

Usma scratched his head and smiled happily: "Master Patriarch, have you forgotten? When our tribe built a wall on the hillside, you told me that this method was used. I just took this place The wall has thickened a bit."

The thief still sighed and sighed: "More than 300 people, just over a month to build such a thick wall, Usma, you can."

Usma sighed: "It's not too difficult. Actually, the patriarch, you only seem to have more than 300 people building the wall, but the other 400 people in the Bone Wasteland are also helping. The wood on the wall And these stones were all processed by those people. Moreover, with the help of A-Gump and his father, there have been no disturbances and time delays."

Usma was complimenting here, the Ji thief couldn't help but looked back, and saw that A-Gump was standing twenty steps away like other tribesmen, not daring to overstep.

With a thought, Ji Thief waved to A-Gump and shouted, "A-Gump, come here."

A-Gump, who was lowering his head and slowly walking forward, froze for a while, and then ran to the Ji thief at a quick pace, and said respectfully: "Master Patriarch."

Ji Zei looked at him up and down, his eyes full of appreciation: "Unexpectedly, you helped me so much this time."

A-Gump glanced at Usma and knew that the latter had spoken nicely to himself in front of the Ji thief. At that time, he didn't dare to be proud of it, so he hung his head and said, "These are the patriarchs who should be."

The thief laughed and patted A-Gump on the shoulder: "Yes, that's right, I learned how to lick my tongue with Usma."

Usma: "···"

"I also learned this from you, the patriarch."

I couldn't help muttering in my mouth, Uthma said.

"Your father and son did a good job this time, Usma, what did we say before is how much money is given to everyone in the Wasteland?"

Usma thought for a while: "At the beginning, it was ten currencies. For thirty-two days, each person is three hundred and twenty currencies."

The thief nodded and said to Forrest Gump: "You will go back with me later, find a few people you can trust, and take the currency back. In addition, each of me will give you 100 more currency."

Forrest Gump looked at Ji thief puzzled.

When I saw it, Ji Thief smiled and said: "The extra one hundred currency is to establish prestige for your father and son. At that time, all you have to say is that everyone is too hard these days. Ask me to suggest that you want to add currency. What do you think, what do you think of your father and son?"

After these days, A-Gump has also learned about the benefits of currency, convenience, and ease of use.

At the same time, he also understands that currency is not easy to earn. You must know that most of the people of the Lihuo tribe only have 300 currency in a month. If you say that after you bring back the currency that everyone deserves, you can give them more. Then, A-Gump believed that the prestige of his father and son would immediately be elevated.

"Ah, A-Gump understands!"

With excitement in his heart, A-Gump couldn't help but stutter.

The thief laughed and patted his shoulder and said: "In addition to their currency, I personally give you father and son 500 more, which is considered a reward for you."

"Thank you patriarch."

"Well, you go down first, don't forget to call everyone to prepare, and you are going back."

"Yes, Lord Patriarch."

After A-Gump left, Usma couldn't help but ask the thief with some doubts: "Master Patriarch, are you giving them a lot of money?"

Ji Zei looked back at him: "Why do you say that?"

Usma scratched his head: "A person has four hundred currency, seven hundred people, that is twenty, twenty..."

Ji thief said: "Two hundred and eighty thousand currency, didn't I teach you multiplication and division, why did you forget it?"

Usma: "···"

"Let's not talk about these patriarchs. We have to give them at least 280,000 currency. During the month of building the fortress, they also care about their food. It's not too much."

Looking at Usma who looked like a miser, the thief smiled: "How? No matter how we spend these currencies, they will eventually fall into our hands. Moreover, the more currencies they have, for us, The more advantageous."

Usma looked at the thief with a puzzled expression.

The thief said: "Imagine that thousands of people from the Qingfeng tribe went south. What kind of scene is that? What do normal people think when they meet?"

"It will definitely surrender, it will definitely be impossible."

The thief nodded: "Yes, it must be surrendered. Our own people or our allies may not do this, but what about the Bone Wasteland? What about these people who are regarded as mercenaries by us? Will they surrender when the situation is bad. Anyway, it’s not going to live anyway. But if they hold our currency in their hands, it’s different. This thing is only usable here, and it’s not recognized elsewhere. If they surrender, it’s equivalent to saying that they are holding our currency. The money stored in it has become a waste product. Would you like to change it for you?"

Usma nodded: "Yes."

The thief stared at Usma with rounded eyes.

Usma hurriedly said: "It's not the patriarch. My one thousand currency per month ends up in my hands only about two hundred. The rest are all let you go, and it can't be saved."

"Hey, why do young people want so much currency, I'll save it for you."

The thief was about to get angry, and immediately lost his anger when he heard Usma's words, and he quickly smiled.

Usma: "···"

"As for the patriarch, when are you going to tell everyone about the Qingfeng tribe?"

As he was walking, Usma asked suddenly.

The walking Ji thief stopped and looked up at the sky: "It's not the time yet. At the very least, we have to wait for a while and wait until the wheat we grow is mature."

"Why Lord Patriarch?"

"Now that I have said, I am afraid that when the people panic, they will lose the mind to work. When the time comes, the wheat will be left on the ground and have to be fed to the birds. First harvest the wheat and prepare sufficient food. At that time, It’s a good time to tell the truth."

Usma looked straight at the thief.

The thief looked at Usma and said: "It is not a simple matter to deal with the Qingfeng tribe. With so many of them, we are likely to spend a lot of time dealing with them. This process may take a very long time. If we do not prepare food It's complete, how do we fight them? It's not strength to fight, not to fight, who knows bravely?"

"Isn't it?" Usma was surprised.

The thief nodded: "If the number of people is small, it may be that the brave side will win the victory, but if the number of people is large, it will be logistics."

Usma lowered her head, with a thoughtful look.

"Okay, don't be fooled. I haven't seen your Ayin for more than a month, so I decided to itch, go, let's go back, and let your young couple get together."

Usma pointed to the fortress under her feet: "What about this place?"

"Let the hunter stay here with someone to guard, then, what about the hunter? Why didn't he see him."

Usma also wondered: "It's still there before."

As they said, the two looked down.

At this time, Chou, one of the twelve dead men, took a step forward and said: "The patriarch, Master Hunter and Master Tushan are fighting below."

Ji thief: "···"

Usma: "···"

Quickly walked down the fortress and searched. As the ugly said, the two were fighting.

One was holding double knives, and the other holding double hammers to fight in one place, and they said the opponent's weapon was ugly while fighting.

Ji thief was speechless. Seeing the ugly, he said: "Master patriarch, should I call them?"