The ninth year of the establishment of the Mang Tribe, the beginning of the third month of spring.

On this day, a ragged and thin man appeared in front of the city wall of the Mang Tribe.

When he saw the totem patterns on the gate of the Mang Tribe, he knelt down and burst into tears, crying so hard that he was out of breath.

Hongye happened to be patrolling the guards. Seeing this, she frowned and walked to the two soldiers who were responsible for guarding the city gate, and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

The warrior guarding the city gate also replied with a confused look: "We don't know either. He started crying when he got here, and no one bullied him."

Hongye had no choice but to walk over by himself. After all, there were so many people coming and going at the city gate, most of them transported goods. Someone cried in the middle of the road, which was not only bad, but also hindered others from entering and leaving.

"Which tribe are you from, why are you crying here?"

Hearing Hongye’s question, the ragged man finally raised his head and said, “I…I came from the middle, our tribe is gone, I want to join the Mang tribe.”

"Please, let me join the Mang Tribe. In order to get here, I have been away for half a year. From winter to spring, it is too difficult to get here alive."

Hongye asked in surprise: "You came alone?"

The man replied, "It was a man at first, but later he joined the tourist team several times. They encountered danger on the road and all died. I was the only one left, and I got here all the way."

Not only Hongye, but also the soldiers in the guards, as well as the people next to him, were all shocked.

This person's luck was so good that he exploded. After walking for more than half a year, all the people around him died, and he was able to find this place alive.

The most important thing is that he does not have the power of totem, he is just an ordinary tourist. It is a miracle for tourists like this to walk from the central part to the southern wilderness alone.

Hongye was dumbfounded for a while before continuing to ask: "What's your name?"

"My name is Shanluo."

Shanluo wiped his tears. After crying, he was not so excited, so he slowly stood up.

The only slaves who escaped from the Jackal Tribe were still alive in the end. The others were either caught and eaten by the Jackal Tribe, or they were unable to survive in the forest after they escaped, and they were frozen to death or starved to death.

He walked all the way from the central part to the Southern Wilderness. The process was extremely difficult, and he took the wrong path many times, and encountered countless dangers.

If it weren't for the support of faith and the amazing luck, he wouldn't have been here alive.

There are more tourists who want to join the Mang tribe every day, but this is the first time that Hongye has seen tourists like Shanshu.

The Mang tribe accepts tourists, let alone talents like Shanluo.

Hongye said happily: "Our Mang tribe never refuses tourists to join, let alone you run over so far away."

"However, it's not that easy to really join the Mang tribe."

"The most common saying of our leaders is 'How much work and how much food to eat'. The Mang tribe does not support idle people, nor does it support lazy people. What we need is people who are capable and work hard."

The mountain snail chicken nodded like a rice pecking rice and said, "As long as I can join the Mang tribe, I will definitely work hard."

Hongye said again: "There is another thing, that is, you must not do anything that harms the interests of the miraculous tribe. Remember this one, if you commit it one day, it will kill people."

Shan Luo nodded solemnly. He went through a lot of hardships to get here, and paid a great price to join the Mang tribe. Naturally, he would not do anything that would harm the interests of the Mang tribe.

"Come with me."

The red leaves and mountain snails advanced along the moat bank outside the city wall. The moat bank was close to the city wall, and the tribe was only about one meter wide. The road was paved with bluestone slabs and allowed only one person to pass through.

They walked around the city wall for a long time, walked from the north gate to the west gate, and outside the city gate, there was a suspension bridge. Once the enemy attacked, the suspension bridge would rise, and the enemy could only choose to swim through the moat.

The tall city walls, beautiful clothes, excellent weapons, and everything in the Mang tribe exceeded Shan Luo's imagination.

Although in his imagination, the Mang tribe was already very rich, he did not expect that it was so rich that everything seemed to be different from other tribes.

Shan Luo was very excited inside. At this moment, he felt that as long as he joined the Mang tribe, the suffering he had experienced before would be nothing.

After crossing the suspension bridge, the red leaves brought the mountain snail to a large wasteland opened up by the Mang tribe.

Next to the wasteland, a long row of sturdy wooden houses were built, and thousands of tourists who wanted to join the Mang tribe lived in these wooden houses.

At present, these tourists are working hard to turn the ground on the wasteland, picking up stones and weeds in the field, and killing some pests.

Shanwen saw a tourist holding a stone hoe. He had never seen such a tool before, but it seemed that digging the ground was particularly useful.

The tourist shoveled it on the ground with a hoe, turned over the soil, picked off the small stones and grass roots on it, and also found a bug with milky white front and black tail.

The tourist skillfully pinched off the black part of the insect's tail, then threw the milky white part into his mouth as if nothing had happened, and smacked his lips after eating, as if it were good.

Hongye told Shanluo: "These people are like you. They want to join the Mang tribe. They need to do the work here for the first half of the year. If they perform well, they can join the Mang tribe. If they perform poorly, they will get out of here."

Shanluo nodded quickly and said, "I will perform well."

Then, Shan Luo hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to ask, can I only eat bugs when working here?"

Although there are a lot of bugs in the field, it is obvious that you can't eat enough to do such hard work.

Hongye smiled and said, "Our Mang tribe never treats people who work badly. Don't worry, you won't let you eat only insects and other foods."

Shanluo breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the Mang tribe would also treat these tourists as slaves, and only feed them insects and even their companions' corpses.

If there is Hongye, he will feel much more comfortable and he will not have to worry about starving to death.

Hongye led the mountain snail to the warriors of the Mang tribe who were in charge of this area, explained it to him, and then handed the mountain snail to him.

As the guard captain of the Mang tribe, Hongye is also very busy. He was able to bring the mountain snail here in person because the story of the mountain snail is too legendary, so he hiked from the middle to the Mang tribe.

If a normal tourist is changed, Hongye will at most send a soldier to bring him over, or even give him the direction and let him come over by himself.

After the red leaves left, Shanluo was arranged to live in the place. The wooden house was not dirty or stinky, which was better than Shanluo's living in the tribe before.

Not only that, the place where I live is not on the ground, but on the wooden bed and there are also things to cover.

All of this is better than Shan Luo expected. He was treated so well before he joined the Mang tribe. What kind of life should the real tribe members of the Mang tribe live?

The mountain snail was holding a stone hoe and started working in the field like other tourists. Before working, he ate a red cone.

He is full of expectations for the future.

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"Bang!"
Chapter completed!