Banished to Another World

Chapter 286: The temptation of that moment

Yan Mo was expressionless. "Who are you?"

The girl was surprised. "I'm Hei Xiang. Don't you remember me?"

"I think you're mistaken."

"No, I can't mistake you! I can't mistake my man! Hei Jiao, I know you're angry, but when I had your children, you couldn't support me. I just had to...

"You have my child?" Yan Mo smiled. “Do you really know who I am?'

"Of course I know, I know you are Hei Jiao, and I know you are Priest Da-Ren. I don't expect for you to take me as your woman either. I just hope you can recognize your child. That's the son of The Priest!"

Da-da grinned at Hei Xiang's teeth.

Yan Mo pressed his head back. Is it for this purpose that she wants her children to be the son of The Priest? Want to be the mother of the future The Priest?

Although it is a simple and ridiculous slander, if Yan Mo is really Hei Jiao, if Hei Jiao still remembers the girl, maybe he will be really soft-hearted, even if he does not recognize the child, he will accept the child as a disciple.

As long as Hei Jiao collects the child as a disciple, and the girl will attempt to spread it a little bit, all Tribesmen will probably guess that the child was really the son of The Priest, right?

With such speculation, as long as the child is not a complete waste material, when he grows up, with a little bit of refreshment, maybe he will become the most popular candidate for the next generation of the tribe priest.

Yan Mo understands and admires the courage of the very young girl who lost her husband to fight for her child and her own desire, but he is not Hei Jiao and hates being used so nakedly.

Since you have the courage to come out and falsify lying, I hope you have the courage to bear the consequences.

"Hei Xiang, listen carefully. First, I'm not Hei Jiao. Second, my child can only be bestowed by God. I predict here that the son of the real the priest will come out of the belly of the priest under the care of the gods. He is born special, and the ancestral God will send his most powerful warrior to protect him and come to the world with him.”

Da-da stared at Yan Mo's abdomen with wide eyes. The expression was not only surprising, but also a strange solemnity and awe. When Yan Mo uttered the prophecy, he seemed to see priest Da-Ren's belly bulging and then dimming back.

Yan Mo said that the intonation and expression of this passage were very common, but he used mental power.

So that the guards who heard the prophecy and the warriors who stood on guard at the doorway all seemed to have heard the prophecy from heaven, and their faces were in a trance.

Warriors are ashamed that they believed that woman's words! No, they didn't believe it, they were just... A little curious.

Now, they are completely satisfied with their curiosity. Priest Da-Ren himself uttered a prophecy that the future Son of the Priest will be born in the belly of Priest Da-Ren with his God ability warrior under the care of the gods.

Like some legendary gods, they were not conceived from their mothers, but came out of the abdomen of their fathers and gods.

Yan Mo waved. “Take this woman away. I see her eyes are clouded. She must have eaten some poisonous wild fruit that disturbs her mind. I will forgive her of her first offense. This time, there are many women who want to be the mother of the priest's son. She will not be the first one. But then she lies again, or other women say they have the son of the priest, and they are to be punished according to tribal rules."

In chorus, the guards grabbed Hei Xiang's arm and pulled her out.

Hei Xiang also wanted to defend something, but her words were covered up by the guards’ loud mockery, and she was threatened with beating her if she dared to talk nonsense any more.

Standing behind Yan Mo, Da-da waved her fist at Hei Xiang and made a gesture of chopping her with a bone knife.

Yan Mo looked back, Da-da looked up at the sky with a bone knife, but soon he looked down at Yan Mo's belly.

Yan Mo, "..."

Hei Xiang was afraid. She looked into Yan Mo's completely unfamiliar eyes and began to wonder if she had misread the person. If it was Hei Jiao, he would not be like this to her!

Hei Xiang's story soon spread among the tribes, along with Priest Da-Ren's personal prophecy.

Because no one believed Hei Xiang, not even the Salt Mountain Tribesmen.

Hei Qi was so angry that he almost beat Hei Xiang. Finally, he repeatedly warned his mother that she could no longer deal with the woman.

Hei Qi shouted in front of everyone, "Mo Da-Ren is not my brother Hei Jiao. My brother died long ago and died in my arms! That woman's child is not my brother Hei Jiao's! Look at that kid's face when he grows up! "

Hei Xiang cried to all the people she saw, saying that she had not read wrong, that Yan Mo was Hei Jiao, that her child was the son of the priest, and that Yan Mo denied that his child would be punished by the mother god.

Yan Mo looked at Da-He and immediately ordered, "Let's watch that woman, don't let her kill herself, let's not let her kill her own children! If you find it wrong, separate her from the child."

He had seen such women before, when they couldn't stand the mockery around them, when they tried to convince the world of their lies, when they tried to breathe a sigh, they could do incredible things!

In the hospital of his previous life, he had received a case of quite psychotic woman, because the man suspected that the child didn’t look like himself he refused to acknowledge the child. As a result, the mother cut off the child's face and sent it to the man, and then left the child at the door of the man's company.

The two-year-old child, who had been killed by life and pain, was confirmed to be the child of the man after checking his DNA with the man. The man regretted but it was too late to cry loudly, and the woman who had stripped her son alive in order to breathe disappeared. The police did not find her even by casting a search net.

Mother's love and father's love are great, but not all mothers and fathers are great. Sometimes they become snakes and devils!

As the night deepened, Yan Mo sat at his desk feeling a heavy feeling he had never felt before.

Not only because of Hei Xiang, but in a few days, a lot of things happened in the tribe, which gave him the greatest feeling of boredom. He wanted to leave everything behind. No matter what he wanted to do, he said, "go on, and fight, even if you die."

But the truth is that he really can't let those people die, or even punish them at will, and he has to find ways to solve the problems that arise.

He was very tired, but as long as he thought of Du-du and Wu Guo, who had a hard and soft mouth, he had to keep his spirits up.

"Huh -!" Da-da was snoring with a bone knife on his side. He was snoring one by one breath.

Priest Da-Ren's senses are flying!

Your mother! Now that they had arrived, a son has turned into two and has given up his.

When Yuan Zhan and Jiu Feng returned, Yan Mo was having a headache with personnel arrangements, and many problems had arisen with the personnel he had arranged ahead.

Today, the guide has not settled SCUM VALUE for him. Obviously, the new arrivals have not fully recognized themselves as the Jiu Yuan and him as their priest, and even many people still regard themselves as slaves of the Jiu Yuan in their hearts. As a result, many people are passively resisting, and the people sent to manage them cannot satisfy them. This kind of a secret resistance spreads among the tribes.

"Population growth is so rapid that contradictions will arise."

Yan Mo covered his head. He really had no special experience in administration. "Now you are not familiar with it, and have just arrived in a new environment. What grievances will be held in your heart and wait until you settle down?"

Yuan Zhan, who was full of food and drink, let the warriors at the door leave. He grabbed Da-da, who was sleeping at the desk in the morning, threw him out of the door and took his chair away and sat down.

"You can't let Zheng see you like this. They will think you can do anything."

Da-da rolled in place and turned over to yell at Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan's eyes slanted evilly, Da-da's roar stopped, his paws planted on the ground, and he sat down next to the door as a guard.

Yan Mo laughed and relaxed a little. "What do you think about tribal management?"

"Yes. Let's not break down the responsibilities of The Jiu Yuan People for the time being. I hope they are all going to be combat-capable and trained as warriors, including women and children over the age of six."

"Six years old?"

"They can be trained from the age of six, but not participate on the battlefield." Yuan Zhan paused. "Train the whole team as warriors, and arrange them as warriors, so as to minimize the trouble."

"You mean everything is arranged in a unified way? Including sleeping, eating, hunting prey, working, training and so on?

"Yes. Apart from the original Jiu Yuan People, who can live in a single stone house, all the others are arranged to enter Zheng's newly built barracks outside the city, where men, women, old and young are separated.

"Will it not be too harsh?"

Yuan Zhan laughed. "Have you ever visited the barracks?" The barracks were also a term told by Yan Mo, and it was only then that they began to use it.

"Yes."

"Do you remember what our tent was like at The Yuan Ji Tribe? Mo, although the barracks will house four for each room, they are all stone houses, strong shelter from rain, warm winter and cool summer. Every room also has beds and tables, doors and windows, floor tiles and heating stoves, which can be thought already as the dwelling places of God for us savages.”

"What about a family? Some people still have very young children.”

"That's not a problem. Younger children can be handed over to their mothers. Other women and children over the age of six will carry out the same military management as men do."

Yan Mo murmured.

Yuan Zhan dragged his chair next to him. "You said that rewards and punishments should go hand in hand to make people obedient. We only have to give rewards to the severely followers and those who are well behaved, such as rewarding a stone house and rewarding them to become blood ability warrior, so that they can work hard and not be lazy. If we were too kind to them from the beginning... You know, in the Yuan Ji Tribe, a good-hearted master was either killed by their slaves or those slaves escape from him."

Yan Mo knocked on the table and looked at him. "Are you asking me not to believe them?"

Yuan Zhan nodded. "Mo, we're different from you. We don't have ancestors staring at us all the time in the sky. Maybe there are, but we don't know about them. The Awu Tribesmen and Jiu Yuan people know they have to obey a lot of rules because of you, but not everyone accepts them very well. You see, there are still fights every day in the tribe, and there are still people who go and trouble women. Don't they know they will be punished? They know, but they just can't help it. You told me hundreds of times that I can't sleep with you until you are eighteen, but I still want to be with you.”

Yan Mo sucked his face sourly.

"Needless to say, the newcomers don't even speak the common language. You tell them not to sleep with their mothers, sisters and daughters, not to force others, not to fight, not to rob, not to be lazy, not to urinate and defecate anywhere, and they won't listen without whips. They may be afraid of you and me, but as long as they give them a chance, they will not hesitate to pick up anything sharp and stab you or me, let alone others.”

Yan Mo sighed. He admitted that Yuan Zhan was telling the truth. The people who had been trained by them were all right. The three hundred slaves sent by Duo Fei were simply troublemakers. In less than ten days, there had been many vicious incidents in the tribe that made Bing want to kill them.

Unfortunately, those people could not understand him. He went to talk to them about the rules once, and killed chickens to scare the monkeys once [1] make an example of public punishment to deter others.

He handled several bad bastards in public, but those people stared at him with fear and hatred. Although not everyone is so bad, one in a hundred people is still a headache, not to mention one in dozens or even ten people.

It takes time to mold these people, but unlike the tribe at first, it is impossible for him to go to battle every time he meets these totally unreasonable people, or to explain things to them every day.

He had thought about letting these people go, but when he came across the same thing again, did he always let them go in vain?

And these people will not leave the Jiu Yuan and everyone will not return to their original residence. They will inevitably disperse around Jiu Yuan. The number of people is still good, and there are many people. How can they possibly not bring problems to the hunting, animal husbandry and farming of the Jiu Yuan? What if the Jiu Yuan's children and women ran out to play and practice and were kidnapped by them?

Apart from the three hundred slaves brought by Duo Fei, the rest of the population is not really so obedient.

Some civilized tribes will look down on savages’ tribes, while the slightly powerful savage’s tribe will bully those who are weaker than them. Even the Awu Tribesmen and Jiu Yuan, who have become the Jiu Yuan People, are now in the running-in period. They have sympathy for outsiders, but also disgust, vigilance and rejection. The new look at the old with jealousy and hatred of their wealth.

"Temporarily implement military management, just to take Lie and Diao back together, so that they do not have to look at me with the bitter melon face every day. Ask The Granma Tribe again. If they want to, join them. However, the Awu and Jiu Yuan warriors must also participate in military management, only every day and they can go rest at night can go home to sleep. Tribesmen must also be dispersed. They must not be allowed to form groups from similar tribe. There must be one Jiu Yuan or Awu warrior in every five people."

Yuan Zhan nodded. "That's what I'm going to do."

"Besides the level of force, mastery of the Jiu Yuan language and familiarity with the rules of the Jiu Yuan must also be an important factor in the selection of leaders of all sizes."

"Yes."

"Classes, platoons, companies, battalions and regiments are called classes, platoons and regiments, and they enter 1st Rank every three times. As I mentioned to you before, it's ten people in one class, three classes in one row, three in a row, and so on. Then each company will have a cook class and a logistics class, and a deputy will be set up above the monitor, including the monitor."

Yuan Zhan accepts this as well. Now the Jiu Yuan warrior regiment is based on this basis.

"In addition, Bing's picket team is still going to work independent, specializing in dealing with people who violate the rules and resolving tribal disputes, and the fire brigade is temporarily placed under him. People in charge of weapons, armor, the War Beasts and other equipment must be manned by another team, and so does grain and grass and medical teams. Oh, grain and grass is food.

Yan Mo was afraid that Yuan Zhan could not understand him. He wrote it in a slate to show him.

Yuan Zhan calculated, "We have five regiments, and if you say so, the number is not enough at all."

"First create them empty, then fill in. With more people waiting, the regimental commander can be upgraded to a division or army commander. In the future, it is necessary to unify all the regiments in battle and to arrange for a commander-in-chief position, which that leadership will be removed at the end of the battle.

Yuan Zhan intensified his voice: "All the regiments must listen to me!"

"Of course, there are no commanders established until the necessary moment. After the tribe develops, you can also mobilize warriors and generals, and the ironclad barracks and streaming warriors can maximize the limitation of the warrior leaders to seize your authority.”

"No worries." Yuan Zhan reached out and grabbed his family Priest Da-Ren's hand.

"Huh!" Yan Mo leaned over his desk. "There's a clue at last. According to this military management system, I don't have to worry about how the managers will arrange it, so that everyone can recommend it layer by layer. But what will we do in the future?”

Yuan Zhan patted Priest Da-Ren's short-haired head. "There will always be warriors who are disabled and old, and when they can't move, they can just be like the elder to take care of people. By that time, tribal rules should have been firmly engraved in their minds. There are many people who make up families. With women and children, houses and fields, and food to eat, no one will be willing to leave Jiu Yuan again. Then you can make street leaders, block leaders and village leaders as you want."

"Ah." Yan Mole, he felt what was difficult in his mind. In Yuan Zhan's mind, it seems that it is not a problem. How easy is it solved?

Why? No, it seems that I've come up with more than half of the solution.

"A-Zhan," Yan Mo looked askance at the youth.

"Well?"

"Have you found that you are more cunning and intelligent than before?" So he said that these primitive barbarians should not be looked upon lightly. Their brain capacity is no different from that of modern people. As long as they are enlightened, some people who are very talented can grow up to frighten any of them. Especially those who have one percent talents but have paid one hundred percent sweat for their growth.

Yuan Zhan came up to his face and opened his mouth and bit him on the cheek. "You taught me well, my Priest Da-Ren."

But I have no sense of accomplishment. Instead, there is a feeling of sadness in the death of Shifu.

Yuan Zhan watched the teenager's face, which was illuminated by the sunlight, and his nose rubbed against the tip of his nose. [1] Aaaw Eskimo kiss

Yan Mo's heart trembled for a moment. Suddenly, he felt that the domestic animal seemed to be more tolerant than before.

"By the way, I heard rumors in the tribe that a woman had your child?"

"... Have you heard a rumor in the back?"

"Which one?" The man's hand touched his belly and gradually slipped.

Yan Mo grabbed his hand. "What are you doing at noon? You haven't told me, how did you arrange for that other thing? "

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