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"Impossible! He told me he was in this tribe!" the boy denied.

"Kid, you must be mistaken!" the bearded man said with a smile, slowly approaching.

He even moved his wrists as he walked.

It seemed he was ready to strike at any moment.

"Absolutely not! He has long hair and is slightly hunched. He also has a black mole on his left cheek," the boy described calmly.

Of course, he didn't know anyone in this tribe. The features he described were of one of the bandits he had killed that morning.

The bearded man frowned and paused.

Based on the boy's description, there was indeed such a person in the tribe.

It's just that his name wasn't A'Mao, but A'Lao.

"Are you talking about A'Lao?" the bearded man asked.

The pronunciations of 'Mao' and 'Lao' were very similar, and he thought he had misheard.

The boy paused slightly, then immediately adjusted his expression and said:

"Yes, A'Lao."

"What's your relationship with him?" the bearded man asked.

"He's my uncle."

"What kind of uncle?" The bearded man didn't think there was any blood relation between A'Lao and other tribes.

"He's my father's brother," the boy explained.

"Which tribe are you from?" the bearded man asked suspiciously.

"We are just a small tribe, with no name," the boy replied.

"Nonsense! A'Lao has lived in this tribe since he was a child. How could he have a brother?" the bearded man scolded.

"Are you his brother?" the boy asked, not intimidated at all, with a confident tone.

"No!"

"Do you have a blood relationship with him?" the boy continued to press.

"No."

"Then, since you are neither his brother nor have a blood relationship with him, how do you know he doesn't have a brother?" the boy asked, confidently and righteously.

"This…" The bearded man was stumped.

"Uncle, do you know where my uncle is? Can you take us to see him?" the boy gave him a way out at the right time.

"Your uncle went out two days ago and hasn't returned yet," the bearded man replied.

"Really? What are we going to do? We walked a very, very long way and haven't eaten for days. Uncle, can you take me to where Uncle A'Lao lives so we can find something to eat?" the boy pretended to be pitiful.

"Hmph, I advise you not to look for him," the bearded man sneered.

"Why?"

"There probably isn't any extra food in his house for you."

"Uncle, don't lie to me. My uncle said he has more food than he can eat."

"Hahaha, your uncle told you that?" The bearded man was amused.

He now understood that these two little fellows had been fooled by A'Lao.

"Yes! Otherwise, why would we travel over mountains and rivers to find him?" The boy nodded with extreme certainty.

His pair of watery eyes looked particularly sincere.

"Little fellow, let me tell you, your uncle is lying to you. His family is very poor and doesn't have a single bit of food."

"Impossible! My uncle wouldn't lie to me!" The boy didn't believe it.

"Fine! If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see, and you'll believe it after you see it."

With that, the bearded man led the boy towards the long-haired man A'Lao's hut.

This bandit tribe wasn't big, so A'Lao's residence was reached quickly.

"This is his home. Go in and take a look if you don't believe me."

The boy put down his younger sister and crawled into the hut.

Sure enough, inside the dim and cramped hut, there was nothing but some dry grass spread on the ground.

To put it bluntly, these conditions were not much better than a doghouse.

"Uncle, does my uncle live alone? Doesn't he have a wife or children?" the boy asked after crawling out.

"Hahaha. In our tribe, marrying a wife depends on robbing…" The bearded man stopped halfway through his sentence.

"Uncle, depends on robbing what?" the boy asked, pretending to be ignorant.

"Oh, oh, depends on strong… a strong body." The bearded man quickly turned his mind and finished the sentence.

If he said it depended on robbing, he was worried about scaring these two little ones.

"Depends on a strong body? That's right! Without a strong body, you can't live a good life. Which woman would be willing to marry such a man? My uncle is too thin and can't find a wife, which is normal," the boy mumbled, acting like he knew what he was talking about.

"Hmm! I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age!" The bearded man nodded.

"Uncle, doesn't the tribe distribute food? Can I collect my uncle's share on his behalf?" the boy asked.

"Yes, you can collect your uncle's share, but if your uncle doesn't come back within ten days, there will be no food to distribute," the bearded man replied.

Basically, the Nata tribe's rules are the same: collective labor, food distributed jointly.