: Safe

"You said the Sun and Moon God Cult is going to trick us back into being slaves?"

A Que tribe member looked at Que Jin in surprise.

"Isn't it?"

Que Jin sat on one side and looked confident.

The persuaded tribe members shook their heads in disbelief: "Que Jin, either I said it, you just thought too much."

He took out a short brown piece of cotton and linen from his bag and handed it to Qu Jin: "Look at this, this fabric is so good, it is breathable and not thorny, and I don't know how much better than animal skins."

Quejin didn't pick him up, and the clan members didn't feel embarrassed. They took the short brown back and put it in a bag: "You said that if you really cheated us as slaves, how could we use such a good thing?"

Before Qu Jin could answer the conversation, the tribe took out another pottery bowl of good texture: "Look at this, we could not afford this thing before. The tribe used wooden bowls. Now that the God-speaking sent this, I can't bear to take it out and use it."

"You said if we were really slaves, how could we use this?"

"I heard that slaves were treated very poorly, and they didn't even have clothes for dinner, and more than a dozen people were crowded in a small shed.

But there are no slaves here, only civilians."

The clan man packed up his things and looked at Que Jin: "You just thought too much. If the leader really wanted to harm us, how could he be willing to take out the divine water and give us the opportunity?"

Que Jin didn't say anything, and stood up and left with a ugly expression.

The tribe members were puzzled: "Why did you leave well?"

After leaving angrily, Qu Jin went straight to where he lived, returned to where he lived and sat for a while.

He felt more and more upset and swept his eyes to the pottery bowl placed aside.

He picked up the pottery bowl and wanted to throw it away, but he just raised his hand and put it down again.

Que Feng rubbed the obviously porcelain pottery bowl on his hand with a complicated face. His chest undulated for a while, and finally gently put the pottery bowl in his hand and got up and went out.

When I arrived at the secret meeting point that several people had agreed upon, I saw several other people waiting for me.

"How is the situation?"

Que Feng asked in a low voice.

All of them looked embarrassed.

"They don't believe what we say."

"I also think so, if the Sun and Moon Gods really want to deceive us into being slaves, why would they still provide us with such good supplies?"

An elder hesitated.

"You're also shaken?"

Que Jin suddenly looked back at him.

The elder didn't answer, but the expression on his face already explained what he meant.

Que Feng smiled angrily, and he pointed at the people in front of him: "You!"

"Que Jin, really, let's give up. Now the people in the clan are heading towards Qufeng and the Dongfang leader."

"Yes, we can't help it."

Que Feng's face turned blue and white: "You used to say that you must stop the migration, but now!"

None of them dared to look at him.

Que Feng gasped: "I see you are all paralyzed by the sweet words of the Han people! You don't even care about the pride of the tribe!"

"Que Jin! Jing said we are not good, don't you like what the Han people gave?"

An elder couldn't stand it anymore.

An elder even shook his sleeves and left: "Since you want to go back so much, then go back by yourself! I won't be with you!"

"you!"

Que Feng widened his eyes, straightening his back as he left was so angry that he couldn't even say a word.

The other people also quickly followed the person who left first.

The person who left in the end couldn't stand it. He didn't rush to leave. He stood there and hesitated for a while before he persuaded: "Que Jin, let it go, everyone wants to leave..."

"Get out!"

Qu Jin shouted angrily.

The man pursed his lips, looked at him, and hurriedly followed the person in front of him.

After they walked away, Que Feng stood there and cursed: "A bunch of cartilage!"

Because of the food poisoning between the two tribes, the team stayed at the temporary gathering place for several days to repair.

Dongfang Ming called Quefeng and Chonghu to tell them about the hygiene and safety issues during the next migration.

Health issues must be taken seriously. After learning that unhealthy will bring serious consequences, the two patriarchs hurriedly went down to organize people to publicize some basic health knowledge according to Dongfang Ming's requirements.

During the days when they stayed, the two tribes organized several meetings on hygiene. It was not until the children in the team could tell the professor's hygiene formula that the team embarked on the road of migration again.

After this renovation, the team was well equipped with sufficient supplies and not only had sufficient food, but Dongfang Ming also transferred some cattle and horses to pull carts and load everyone's luggage.

People who are not suitable for hiking, such as the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, also ride on ox carts or horse carriages.

When he set out, Dongfang Ming also walked along. He glanced at the people around him and saw the elder of the team Momo followed him from afar.

Dongfang Ming narrowed his eyes. He had thought these people would make trouble before.

Unexpectedly, these people sank.

"This old guy actually settled down."

Dongfang Ming thought, and couldn't help but touch his chin.

Although the poisoned people were not found in the previous incident of collective food poisoning of the Que clan, it is absolutely impossible to contact the previous attacks of poisonous insects.

"Brother Xiao Ming, what are you looking at?"

Yingyue came over.

Dongfang Ming's expression changed, and he watched the little girl walk around and quickly lifted her to the ox cart on the side: "What are you doing when you get down?

No more pain in your feet?

!”

When he said this, his head hurt. Yesterday, the little girl chased Xiao Tamamo and fell into the ditch and twisted her feet.

It would be fine if she twisted, but she continued to play wildly as if she didn't know the pain. Until her ankle was swollen, she cried and said that her feet hurt.

Dongfang Ming saw her feet swollen like a big sweet potato, so he was so angry that he couldn't even say anything.

The little girl pouted unhappily: "I kept calling you, but you didn't respond to me."

"What are you calling me to do?"

"I want to play with Tamamoto."

Yingyue pointed to Xiao Tamamo who was nestled on the ox cart loading her luggage.

Dongfang Ming felt his head buzzing, and he didn't understand what fun this fox was alone. They had been playing for almost a week and hadn't gotten tired of it.

"Damomo doesn't know where he went."

Dongfang Ming directly pretended that he didn't see it.

Yingyue's deer eyes widened and pointed at Xiao Tamamo over there: "It's there! I'll show you!"

"That's not, it's a little white dog raised by someone else."

"It's Tamamoto."

"no."

...

After comforting Yingyue, Dongfang Ming looked up again, but met the sight of someone he was not very familiar with.

The man looked at him and couldn't hide his disgust and hatred.

Dongfang Ming raised his eyebrows, what's this?

What happened to this person? Why did he look like this?

He looked closely and vaguely remembered that this man was an elder of the Que tribe.

Dongfang Ming withdrew his gaze and looked at the road ahead.
Chapter completed!