Chief don't slap in the face

Mo Wuheng saw a kind of red fruit soaked in the slightly viscous juice in the clay pot, took a sip, and a strong sweet taste filled his mouth, as if his whole body had been thrown into a honey pot middle.

"Canned strawberries!"

Song Guo continued to show off: "Big Brother did it too!"

"Give me two!"

After Mo Wuheng finished speaking, she smiled embarrassedly. She actually wanted to give it away.

"Okay, when I come back, make sure you have enough canned food!"

Xia Ye was afraid that Mo Wuheng would not take the bait, otherwise who would protect Xia Lingyue?

"Haha, there are too many, just give me ten as gifts."

Mo Wuheng felt more and more that it was a kind of luck to know Xia Ye. As for him living in a slum, what bad reputation did he have for being a ruined Xia family?Sorry, as a mechanism engineer, a neutral girl never believes in rumors, she only believes in what she sees with her own eyes.

Since it was lunch time, the neighbors were all there, and they were a little curious to see a horse team appearing at the door of Xia Ye's house.

Chapter 61 Targeting the Warchief

"Is the Xia family going to prosper? Someone actually gave something? How much is this worth?"

Seeing the supplies unloaded by the pack horse piled up in a huge pile in the yard, the neighbors salivated enviously.

"Huh? Prosperous? I think it's almost as good as destroying the family. Xia Ye, that trash, no matter how much equipment he has, no matter how good his equipment is, he will die if he goes to Gusen in the wasteland!"

Someone was jealous and said sarcastic remarks: "These supplies must have been cheaper for others in the end!"

"Hey, Xia Ye really made noodles!"

The Xiaye siblings are good people in the slums, and there are some good-hearted neighbors who really hope that they can live a good life, but they are definitely not face-to-face, as they will never be able to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives.

"Then what can I do? Xia Ye is a waste, how can he survive in the wasteland if he doesn't sell his ass to get some weapons and equipment?"

Xia Laoshi sighed with emotion, and took a look at Mo Wuheng. Although he is poor, his appearance is still good, and Xia Ye is not at a disadvantage.

"What nonsense are you talking about? He is the boss of Damozao, a talented mechanism engineer, and he is interested in Xia Ye's talent!"

Uncle Xia was speechless and cursed with a smile.

"I haven't seen Xia Ye's talent, but this little butt is pretty upturned!"

Aunt Xia sneered. Mechanism masters are recognized as academic masters, because in order to make a powerful and beautiful Mechanism Beast, you need to have profound attainments in mathematics, miscellaneous studies, aesthetics, medicine, and even philosophy. Why are Mechanism Masters so rare? , because this profession too tests a person's knowledge reserve.

How high is the entry threshold for an organist?In Xiacheng, there is a school opened by the Mohists and the Gongshu family, which specializes in teaching mechanism skills. I heard that in the first year of school, you have to memorize a full [-] arm-length, thigh-long bamboo slips full of rough characters, and the words are correct.

Haha!

Hearing what Aunt Xia said was interesting, some neighbors laughed lowly, not to mention Mo Wuheng, a genius girl among mechanism engineers, just randomly coming to the tail of a crane and pulling out a body hair, the knowledge stained on it can kill Xia Ye.

"I'll leave you the horses too!"

Mo Wuheng handed the whip to Xia Ye.

hiss!

Hearing this, the neighbors couldn't laugh anymore, they looked at Mo Wuheng in astonishment, and wanted to ask, are you Xia Ye's biological mother?No, the mother would not treat her son so well.

These four horses can be exchanged for food for a family of three for five years, especially the war horse, but military supplies, it doesn't matter, money can't buy them.

You must know that no matter what year it is, this kind of livestock is the most valuable possession. An ordinary family has a mule, and it will definitely take care of it ten times better than a father.

"I can't feed a horse!"

Looking at the brown war horse, Xia Ye frowned. Feeding horses is a technical job, not just a few handfuls of weeds.

In ancient times, when cavalry fought, they absolutely cared for their horses [-]%.

"It's okay, eat meat when you die!"

Mo Wuheng actually wanted to say that if she was in danger, try to escape on horseback as much as possible. She didn't want the knowledge in Xia Ye's mind to disappear with his death, but she didn't say it when she got to the point of her mouth, because she could tell that this young man With great ambitions, he seemed to have been looking forward to this trial for a long time.

hiss!

The neighbors are gasping again, isn't this a prodigal?He also killed and ate meat. Do you know how much a war horse is worth?Anyway, there is no problem at all with changing twenty healthy slaves.

This is a matter of perspective, in the eyes of the neighbors in the slums, even if he dies, he can't let the war horses make a mistake, but Mo Wuheng thinks that Xia Ye is worth ten first-class war horses.

"Okay, when I become the great chief, I will give you a hundred war horses!"

Xia Ye didn't refuse. With a horse for transportation, he could save a lot of physical strength and time, which was his advantage.

"Have you found a team yet?"

Mo Wuheng looked around: "It's better to form a team with your fellows in the slums. Although the relationship will not be very strong, it's better than being cannon fodder for those middle-level team members!"

The middle and upper-level teams need not only excellent team members, but also good equipment. Even if people from the slums join, they will not be treated as team members, just servants who accompany them to do all kinds of dirty work.

"not yet!"

Because of Xia Ye's reputation as a waste, even his friends in the slums would not look for him, after all, no one wants to be a burden.

"Would you like some snacks?"

Mo Wuheng pinched his eyebrows: "Once you leave the Xia clan and enter the barren land of Gusen, the competition will begin. Even if they don't kill people, they won't have any psychological burden to steal your things!"

For the sake of reputation, people generally don't kill people, but once there is no third party to watch, even people from the same tribe will kill each other.

Hunting grounds, land suitable for farming, water sources, slaves and other resources, who would not want to monopolize them?If you find mine veins and salt fields, it will be the most delicious bones, and these pawns who enter the wilderness will beat out the brains of each other.

"I know!"

Xia Ye has considered this issue, but it is not so easy to find a trustworthy companion.

"You have to hurry up!"

Suddenly, Mo Wuheng was not very optimistic about Xia Ye's trial trip. This was pioneering the wilderness. After arriving in the wilderness, the first thing to do was to choose a suitable site for development, set up an ancestor altar, and light the altar's fire.

The choice of territory is related to the future development potential of the tribe. If Xia Ye fights alone, how can he win those pawns who are in a group!

It is better to wait for a chief to suddenly come to the door and say that you are my long-lost son!

Adjacent to rivers, flat terrain, fertile soil, or where you can guard important roads and dominate the hunting grounds of mine veins, these places are always the most fiercely contested areas.

"It's okay, it's me!"

Song Guo raised her chest and patted her hairtail-like chest vigorously: "I am the best partner!"