Why didn't he realize that his companion and love rival was such a ruthless person?
Well, if I'm not cruel, I wouldn't dare to face the stakes.
Generally, a weaker person will change his story or simply flee instead of staying and dying for his doctrine.
Fortunately, they were lucky enough to find the hunter's cabin.
They waited for two hunters, one old and one young.
The old one is probably forty or fifty years old?
After asking, he found out that the old hunter was only twenty-seven years old. He couldn't even tell his age. It wasn't until Nero asked him how many times he had seen the leaves turn yellow that he counted to two with difficulty.
The number seventeen.
The young man is only twelve years old, and the relationship between father and son can actually only be counted by the old hunter.
The only good thing is that he can understand what the other party said.
He was sure that he had never learned this primitive language, and it should be the devil who gave him the power.
The devil gave me the power of darkness, and I used it to find the light of reason.
Nillo cheered himself up like this.
The astrologer couldn't understand the "squeaky" words of the other party, and before he knew it, he was reduced to the status of Nero's servant and follower.
Two hunters took them out of the forest.
This walk lasted two full days.
Without a hunter to lead the way, they would have to get lost in the mountains.
Finally, they met a tribe on the plain at the foot of the mountain...
Nillo quickly became the most popular guest of the tribe by relying on his language and cultural advantages and his ability to count.
The astrologer works hard to learn the language. Until he learns the language, he cannot escape the status of a follower.
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 so poor that children had to learn to find food from the age of three.
Nero was not surprised by this, because the place where he came from was also poor. Children of poor people had to learn how to work from the time they could walk. It was absolutely impossible for children of the nobles to live idle until they were teenagers.
Three-year-old children should also learn to follow adults to collect firewood.
So what should we do?
At this time, a word suddenly came to mind.
"productive forces."
"What is productivity?" he asked inexplicably.
He knows "production" and he also knows "power". Together, he is baffled.
The power of production?
He was thoughtful.
Then he began to observe the tribe's living conditions.
Mainly relying on fishing, hunting and gathering, there is only a little agriculture, which is to take care of some wild fruit trees, plant the leftover fruits nearby, and wait for them to grow into fruit trees.
As for crops such as barley, oats, rye, and even wheat, they have never heard of them at all.
This kind of life is obviously very unstable, and it is difficult for even nobles to be born. No wonder it is impossible to open a school.
He should teach these people how to develop agriculture.
But where do seeds come from?
"Is there a port near here?" he asked the chief.
The chief shook his head, not that he didn't have one, but that he didn't understand what port meant.
"There is a lot of water, and then there are some wooden bridges, and many boats pass by." He could only describe it briefly.
"The Gangjin tribe has several bridges like this, and boats pass by them, but they are far away from us. It takes five days to walk. We only go there when we need to change the salt." The chief gestured with difficulty.
Change salt?
Understand, salt is also a valuable condiment there. Only the nobles can afford it regularly, while the poor can only eat a little for many years. Many people get sick as a result.
Salt?
He suddenly remembered that when he was wandering around in the mountain forest before, he noticed a stone wall that seemed to have traces of animals licking it.
Nero often communicated with sailors, and when he understood their needs for positioning the stars, he also learned some trade knowledge.
For example, salt is very expensive and is a 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 in the sun without loss.
In inland areas, sometimes two sheep can be exchanged for two pounds of salt.
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But it is difficult to buy a large amount of salt. Only the big nobles and big businessmen can get the supply.
So Nero set his goal to change the life of the tribe on salt.
But at night, the astrologer came to him and said, "I find there seems to be something wrong with you."
"What's the problem?" Nillo was writing and drawing on a sun-dried clay tablet. 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 barbarians all day long. Are you sick?" The astrologer looked at him as if he were a fool.
Nillo looked at his love rival with the same look, "I will be burned to death when I go back. If I stay here, I am a distinguished guest, a guest of the chief. Which side do you think I will choose?"
"When you go back, you can give up your own theories."
"No, I will stay here. These barbarians are like blank slates that can be painted on at will. They can easily accept my teachings and no one will oppose me."
"That's because they don't have aristocrats and churches here yet. When they have aristocrats and churches, they won't like your doctrine." The astrologer said with disdain.
"So I can't let these two things appear." Nillo said firmly.
"You are so naive. In fact, when you were obsessed with improving their lives, I already discovered that someone was targeting us." The astrologer sneered.
"who?"
"A witch who performs the magic dance, she often looks at you with evil eyes. Because of your arrival, her status in the tribe plummets. For example, if you cure a child's high fever with a kind of tree bark, she will yell
This is the work of the devil," the astrologer warned.
"Can you understand them?"
"certainly."
"Yes, you have always been very good at listening to women." Nillo 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 and 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.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Hey..." Nile sighed longly, feeling a little helpless.
The strength of one person alone is too meager.
But he still has to do it.
But the goal needs to be changed, to slightly improve the life of the tribe, and then he has to find someone to carve his doctrine on a stone or tablet, and then send it out.
After all, he wants to leave a reputation.
…………
Ten years later.
Nero was burned to death anyway. The salt mine he discovered became the source of wealth for the tribe and also attracted the covetousness 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 of the past.
During the migration, the witch took the opportunity to say that he was the devil and that he had brought disaster to the tribe.
Although the chief tried his best to stop it, he, who had lost his prestige, could not stop the anger of his tribe after losing his family.
They hung Nero and burned him to death.
The astrologer fled long ago.
Nillo made no complaint and simply asked the chief to keep his tablet.
The chief nodded in agreement.
When Nero was reduced to ashes in the flames, he disappeared again.
…
He and the astrologer appeared in the forest again...
"Didn't I already run away? I don't want to be with you!" the astrologer cursed.
Nero was very happy, he understood that it was the devil who gave him another life.
Although the astrologer is his love rival, judging from his previous life experience, he is still a very sensible partner.
Although she often showed anger towards him, she never cheated him.
And if you think about it carefully, there was no hostile relationship between the two parties. Mrs. Arnst only got together with the astrologer after he was sure to be burned to death.
"This is all the Lord's arrangement."
"It's obviously the devil's arrangement!"
"No, think about it, isn't this great? To a certain extent, we have actually arrived in heaven and received eternal life. We can be resurrected again and again like the Lord." Nero comforted his companion.
"Oh...that's right." The astrologer's heart became hot.
In his last life, he spent more than half a year just learning the local language, and then he went back and forth between camps without becoming famous, mainly because his major was not suitable for him.
This time, he will seize the opportunity to become the chief's guest and even become the king.
