Godot Village, the lobby on the first floor of the tree house of the village chief's house, Bai Yang and others gathered here after returning.
"Village Chief, this is the situation..."
Zhao Shi recounted everything they saw and heard during their trip, including what happened when they went to Deyang Town on the first day. After he finished speaking, he walked aside.
When Zhao Shi finished speaking, Bai Yang looked at the village chief, waiting for him to express his opinion.
It's never wrong to listen to the elders.
The old village chief muttered: "The Che family is one of the overlords of Deyang Town. If you offend them now, they will be offended. So what? We and other mountain people live in the jungle and fight all year round. We still have bloody bravery. If they dare
If you set foot in the jungle to seek bad luck for us, we will kill as many as you come.”
Domineering!
Bai Yang was surprised by what the old village chief said. He was so passionate, right?
However, when I think about the number of terrifying warriors like the Che family who can kill the four-eared green bull, it seems a bit difficult to deal with. Don’t have too many. There are only three or five such beings coming here. It’s useless to have the courage to fight.
! It is estimated that everyone will have to rush to the street.
"I'm afraid of you. If you don't have the combat power to fill up the equipment, and if you don't have enough strength to gather the numbers, unity is strength. As the old village chief said, the one who cuts you off will be the one"!
Bai Yang thought about it, looked at the old village chief and said:
"The strength of Gordo Village may not be enough to fight against the Che family..."
"This is easy to handle. I will personally visit other villages. They must be mountain people in the Lost River Forest. It is impossible for them to ignore death. However, in this way, the mountain people in the entire Lost River Forest will definitely offend Che.
Home, when the time comes, everyone will not even have anywhere to exchange for basic living necessities..."
"This is simple. Compared to the village chief, grandfather also knows about the armor and swords Zhao Shi and the others wear, right? As well as the salt I gave to the villagers last time, and some things that the Che family cannot provide. If these things are used to replace the Che family,
If we trade with the mountain people..."!
There is no reason why the mountain people should not agree to something that is mutually beneficial.
That’s it!
The old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled. If the Che family comes to Mihelin again, they will probably fall into the ocean surrounded by people...
"What to do with these things?"
Huzi scratched his head and asked, pointing to the things he had pulled off from the Che family warrior.
He didn't get much from the young man of the Che family, a tattered black robe stained with blood, a small purse, a small booklet and a long blue sword.
Bai Yang looked at the people around him and found that no one was touching those things, so he walked over and was about to pick up the long blue sword to have a look. A sword that could cut off the horns of a four-eared green bull was probably a high-end item.
However, after grabbing the hilt of the sword, Bai Yang found out awkwardly that the sword was so heavy that he couldn't even lift it...
The long sword has a faint green blade, and I don’t know what kind of metal it is made of, but it looks very beautiful.
"Then what, Mao Mao, you pick up this sword, Zhao Shi, you use the sword I gave you to strike against Mao Mao, and see what the difference is with this sword."
I can't afford it myself, but there are plenty of people here who can, Bai Yang said loudly without any embarrassment.
Neither of them said anything. Mao Mao went over and picked up the cyan sword easily, and Zhao Shiqiang pulled out the titanium alloy sword with a sound.
Everyone retreated, and the two found an angle that would not damage anything in the room. They were three meters apart, holding weapons in each hand and slashing at each other.
There was a harsh sound of metal clashing, and sparks flew everywhere. Mao Mao and Zhao Shi each took several steps back with their weapons in hand.
Bai Yang was surprised to find that the weak-looking kitten was no less powerful than Zhao Shi!
Looking at the weapons in their hands, the titanium alloy swords were nothing. Instead, there was a gap the size of a grain of rice on the edge of the blue long sword.
"Good knife"!
Zhao Shi didn't even look at the blue long sword, but stroked the titanium alloy sword in his hand and praised it.
Bai Yang rolled his eyes, can it be bad? Titanium alloy can be called one of the best metals on the earth.
By comparison, it seems that the weapons used by the so-called warriors here are not that good either.
At this time, both Bai Yang and the villagers thought of a problem, and their eyes lit up, that is, if the villagers put on the armor and swords provided by Bai Yang, they would probably be hacked to death by the so-called warriors when they came...!
Two fists are no match for four hands. No matter how powerful a warrior you are, can you stop ten or a hundred people wielding knives and wearing clothes like turtles?
The blue sword was thrown aside without anyone looking at it.
Bai Yang picked up the palm-sized purse, which was a little heavy. He tossed it and found a jingling sound coming from inside.
Open it and pour out all the contents. There are thirty or forty equilateral triangular metal pieces with a side length of about three centimeters, with exquisite patterns on them.
The thickness of these metal sheets is about three millimeters, and the colors are not exactly the same. Two-thirds are cyan, four-fifths of the remaining one-third are red, and the rest are blue.
There are only three pieces.
"What are these things? Weapons? Hidden weapons? Or money?"
Bai Yang picked up one and observed it for a long time without understanding it.
However, the surrounding villagers also looked confused, no one knew what it was...
No one knew him, but since it was that warrior, the things on his body were probably 'valuable' items, so he put them aside and put them away.
Bai Yang, who was in tattered clothes, picked up the pamphlet without even looking at it.
The booklet is very thin, less than half a centimeter, and feels very firm to the touch. It is some kind of very thin leather. There are four strange patterns on the cover. Bai Yang thinks they should be the words here.
"Who do you know?"
He raised the pamphlet and looked at the people around him and asked.
Everyone shook their heads, indicating that they recognized themselves but did not recognize them.
Well, none of the villagers are literate...
"What kind of bird language is this? Tadpole script is not like tadpole script, oracle bone script is not like oracle bone script. It is a bit like a combination of tadpole script, English alphabet, oracle bone script and hieroglyphics. What a mess..."
Looking at some strange words on the cover, Bai Yang curled his lips and muttered.
Turning over the cover, the first page was densely written with some messy stuff that looked like Bai Yang's. It was so dark that I couldn't understand it. I couldn't even figure out where it started and where it ended...
On the second page, a simple villain appeared in the upper left corner, holding a sword in his hand, and there were many words the size of rice grains on the villain's body. Who knows what they meant, and some parts of the villain's hands, feet, head, etc.
There were arrows pointing in various directions, and the rest of the page was densely packed with words that seemed to Bai Yang to be confusing.
I flipped through the entire book in a row. There were thirty-five pages in total. Thirty-three pages had a villain with a sword, and there was only one villain on each page. The rest were incomprehensible words...
"I guess, this thing looks like a martial arts secret book. Why do Mao's so-called knights and warriors like to carry martial arts secret books with them? Is it just convenient to review them all the time?"
Bai Yang scratched his head and muttered, this habit must be changed.
"Master, what did it say?"
Zhao Shi looked at Bai Yang eagerly and asked.
Bai Yang raised his head, almost startled. He didn't know when a circle of people gathered around him, and they all looked at him with burning eyes. He didn't know that they thought they were going to eat people...
"I don't know what's on it either."
Bai Yang spread his hands and said.
I'm 99% sure in my heart that this thing is the so-called martial arts secret book, but I can't understand it, who knows what it is.
"How come the top student who graduated from the university who co-authored Laozi is actually illiterate? He can't even read the words"?
Bai Yang was confused at this time. He had learned to speak this language, but he still didn't know if it was a dialect. Now he realized that he didn't know the words here. What should he do?
The most important thing is that there is no literate person in the village. It is estimated that there is no literate person in the entire Mishe Forest, but you can't get into Deyang Town. You can't find anyone who can read in preschool or anything.
To the teacher...
"Whoever cares about it will take it"
Bai Yang threw the pamphlet to the villagers nonchalantly, not even understanding what the use was.
The villagers passed it around as carefully as they would a newborn baby. Even though none of them could understand it at all, and looked confused as if they were reading a book from heaven, it could not dampen their enthusiasm.
Bai Yang sat aside boredly and looked at a group of enthusiastic villagers, feeling sad in his heart.
"You must be literate. Books are the simplest and most effective way to understand the world, but literacy doesn't happen overnight. Culture is broad and profound, and a word can have so many meanings..."
Silently asking the sky, this is the truest portrayal of Bai Yang’s mentality at this time...
How big is the world? How many countries are there? It’s impossible for every country to use the same characters, right? And how big is a country? How many regions are there? Does each region have its own dialect?
Oops, I can't live just thinking about it. The world is so big and I really want to see it, but now it seems like I can't go anywhere...