Back in the tent, Xiaobai started counting on his fingers. The grassland was gradually unfolding. The red-maned fierce horse tribe was not so much the red-maned fierce horse's as it was his. They were obedient from top to bottom.
The title of the caravan is actually an ally of the forest tribe.
The Land of Rise has also begun to change, from one trading location to three. The old trading location, Yoshi Valley, is entering a state of decline, and the number of people going there has begun to decrease.
The tribes of the gods under Xiaobai's command gathered around the Samsara tribe, forming the prototype of a city-state. The gathering of a large population led to the prosperity of trade, which could rival the Yishi Valley.
The construction of Shanshi Castle brought together a population of one million, and it became a new market with a considerable flow of people.
Trade has always been a key item that Xiaobai pays attention to. You can tell whether a force is strong by looking at the trade situation.
Hey, did you forget something?
Xiao Bai rolled his eyes and thought for a while, and finally remembered Li, emmm... well, in order to make a floor-standing piano bow a while ago, he had completely forgotten about using Li to use Jinora.
But calculating the time, the force should be still far away from Jinora, so there is no need to worry too much, just let him do whatever he wants. If there is any trouble, he will contact him, Xiaobai thought happily.
Life suddenly became boring. He had nothing to do every day. He watched the knights practice their fighting skills, watched Mulgan practice his piano bow while sitting on the ground, and held meetings with the gods from time to time. This seemed to be all Xiaobai had been doing recently.
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So boring!
No wonder gods always like to sleep, what else can they do if they don’t sleep?
They are not human emperors who have centralized power and always have endless things to deal with. Nor are they tribal chiefs who are responsible for all the affairs of a tribe.
The gods only have two jobs, one is to point out the general direction, and the other is to protect the tribe from being invaded. The other things are purely hobbies.
Xiaobai is not a god who likes to sleep. He feels that his life should not be wasted in sleep. Well, so do you want to do something?
For example, take the knight for a walk in the grassland wilderness and bring back some slaves.
These are just thoughts. Xiao Bai believes that if he proposes to go to the wilderness at this time, the knights will definitely scream. Each of these guys will be exhausted. But the problem is Xiao Bai himself. He does not dare. In case of torture by the gods
What should I do if it happens again? Then I will really give myself a cool song.
Eh?
Xiaobai suddenly thought of a person, Ji Ze, the messenger of the caravan!
Sitting up from the tent, Xiaobai's eyes lit up. Yes, Ji Ze is still here. Let's chat with him and learn more about the grassland. Just listen to the story.
Xiaobai stood up and called for the wilderness slave to ask. Ji Ze was still living in the original tent, eating and drinking well, and didn't want to run away. He lived quietly every day.
Xiaobai nodded, strolled to Yoshizawa's tent, lifted the curtain and walked in.
"Master, master!" When Ji Ze saw Xiao Bai coming in, he immediately got up and knelt down in front of Xiao Bai.
He was also tortured quite a lot during this period. Ever since he was branded a slave by Xiaobai, Ji Ze felt that his life was bleak.
It was originally meant that he would be treated the same as those wilderness people, but he didn't expect that Xiaobai hadn't been here since that day, and no one came to assign him work. Even when he walked out of the tent and wanted to work, they refused to let him go and took him away.
He rushed back to the tent.
He could not leave the tent, so the wilderness slave who guarded him said.
The daily food never stopped, and he was not tied up, but he was just bored. No matter what he said to the wilderness slaves, they ignored him and just left him alone in the tent.
This feeling was very maddening. For half a month, no one could talk or leave the tent. He had no idea what was going on outside, and he didn't know why Xiaobai didn't come to see him.
Yoshizawa felt like he was going crazy for half a month.
Is it possible that this is the latest torture method of the Red Mane Horse Tribe?
Yoshizawa's heart was shattered. He had already been branded as a slave. Knowing how powerful Xiaobai was, he would never run away. There was no need to treat him like this.
How could Ji Ze have imagined that this was not a torture method at all, it was just because Xiaobai had forgotten him...
Ji Ze, who was doing nothing at first, suddenly saw Xiao Bai, and his eyes filled with tears. He finally came to see him.
"How have you been doing lately?" Xiaobai asked, standing in front of Ji Ze.
"Master, I know I was wrong, please spare me." Ji Ze burst into tears. He no longer wanted to be alone, he was so alone and lonely.
Xiaobai didn't know what was going on in Ji Ze's heart. He looked at Ji Ze in confusion. What happened in the past half month?
However, this is a good thing. Xiaobai nodded and said: "Well, it's good to know that you are wrong. Come on, tell me about the grassland."
"What's going on in the grassland?" Yoshizawa asked, stunned.
"Just say whatever you have, I want to know more." Xiaobai waved his hands and sat down cross-legged: "Red-maned Yanglie and the others know too little."
"Master, what do you want to know?" Xiaobai's words left Ji Ze unable to answer. The grassland is so big that no one can say that they know everything about the grassland, let alone Ji Ze.
"Let's talk about the caravan, I'm still very curious." Xiaobai thought for a while and said.
"The caravan..." Ji Ze nodded: "The caravan has been established for a long time, and no one knows how many members there are."
"Is it over?" Xiaobai couldn't help but ask after waiting for a long time and seeing that Ji Ze didn't continue.
"It's done." Yoshizawa nodded seriously.
"Do you believe that I will beat you to death?" Xiaobai raised his hand and said, "What's the difference between what you said and what you didn't say? Be specific."
"Oh oh oh." Yoshizawa thought for a moment and then said: "Actually, everything in the grassland is related to the caravans. It was the caravans that created the current grassland a long time ago."
"Go on." Xiaobai straightened up.
"Take pastures as an example. Wherever there are pastures, they are all wilderness. Everyone has no unity. They all do their own things and have no connection with each other. The horse gods at that time were not as powerful as they are now." Yoshizawa recalled,
Of course he had never experienced these things. They were all told to them by the clan elders as stories: "Later, for the common benefit of everyone, the caravan was established. In order to raise more people and produce more war horses, the caravan was established.
With the term "pasture", tribes designated the size of the pasture based on their strength, population and number of war horses."
"Isn't that right? If you go by what you said, can a small tribe like Red Mane Liema own such a large pasture?" Xiaobai asked doubtfully.
The pasture of the Red-maned Fierce Horse Tribe is not too small. According to Ji Ze, the Red-maned Fierce Horse Tribe should not have such a large range of pasture.