I am a primitive

People with good knowledge of the Qingque Tribe can recognize the words on the cloth strips.

"etiquette?"

Sitting on the stone in front, in the Qingque tribe, the knowledge is undoubtedly excellent. After he uttered these two words aloud, his eyes stared at the bulging 'li', showing a thoughtful expression.

Hmm, pure thought.

He was thinking about why the Son of God wrote these two words on the red tape, and what these two words meant.

After thinking about it for a while without understanding it too much, Shitou turned his attention away from the bulging "Li" character and began to look at the outfits of these people.

These people wore uniform clothes, their hair was coiled up, their faces were smeared with some red color used to dye cloth, and after wearing a belt like this slanted on their shoulders, they looked very good-looking.

The only thing Shi Shi regretted was that these people were all too thin.

It would be even more perfect if Zhuang and Ruhua, who are recognized by the tribes as good-looking, dressed up and appeared on such occasions...

While Shitou was thinking regretfully, the fifty people who had been named had already arrived on the stage under the guidance of Heiwa and the others.

Because of the limited space on the table, only five people can come up at a time, and the rest are waiting below with excitement.

The people in the audience were excited, and the people on the stage were even more excited. The grassroots who were lucky to be ranked first almost fell to the ground when they came on stage.

It was the revered Son of God who stretched out his hand to support him, which made the grassroots both excited and moved.

The thing that made him even more excited was still to come. The son of God who supported him, after he stood up, stretched out his hand to hold his hand and shook it several times vigorously.

The grassroots who have lived in the tribe for several years know this kind of way that contains many good meanings such as welcome and friendliness.

In the past, seeing Shenzi treating others in such a way, the grassroots were still envious, but they did not expect that today, Shenzi would treat himself in this way!

Shenzi's hand was very warm, and it was still a little soft to hold...

After the handshake ceremony that made the grassroots excited, Miko turned around and lifted the red cloth covering the tray in the hands of a very beautifully dressed primitive woman.

After the red cloth was lifted, ten wooden signs wearing ropes were revealed.

Seeing the wooden sign, Caogen's eyes widened.

This is the status symbol of the second-level citizen in the tribe!After having this wooden sign, I am no longer a slave, but a citizen of the tribe, who can live in the inner courtyard and live in a spacious and bright house...

Han Cheng picked up the ID card with Caogen's name on it, held the rope with both hands, and hung it around Caogen's neck with a solemn expression.

At this moment, Caogen is as docile as a lamb, bowing his body and lowering his head, waiting for the respected Son of God to bring him the precious plaque.

When the ID card was worn around his neck, Cao Gen stretched out his hand to hold the sign, looked at the blue sparrow that was about to fly behind, and looked at the word 'Grass Root' written on the front, his eyes were blurred by tears.

I am no longer a slave!Become a citizen of the tribe yourself!My hard work in the past few years has not been in vain, Shenzi and the others have seen it...

Grass root wiped away tears vigorously with the back of his hand, but in the end, he wiped more and more tears.

He let go of the tightly held ID card and stood up straight.

With a smile on his face and tears in his eyes, the grassroots looked at the many people in the square through the hazy eyes, and was watched by so many people, and there was no fear in his heart.

He used to hang his head a little, but now he raised it high, because he felt that this was his most glorious and elated moment!

At this time, the elder brother also got up from the chair, came to the side of the stage and held the drumstick. Every time Han Cheng hung up the ID card for someone, the elder brother would beat the drum vigorously.

The benevolent witch personally led those who had been wearing ID cards off the stage and waited aside...

The ceremony of releasing slaves and becoming citizens of the Qingque tribe continued. Da Ya, who had never experienced such a thing, and the slaves of the other Bannong tribes all looked dumbfounded looking at this.

Whether it was the layout of the venue, or the solemnity of the Sons of God, or the drumbeat that seemed to hit people's hearts, or the content of this ceremony, or those who were hung up with cards to indicate that they were no longer slaves, The look of smiling and crying with his head held up gave them enough shock.

The dissatisfaction that had accumulated because of constantly playing with rocks in the snow disappeared with the ceremony.

Da Ya's eyes widened, he looked at this scene full of envy and shock, he hated to run out now, and continue to hold the stone for luck...

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"...these are role models! In the future, as long as you do your best and contribute more to the tribe, you may be like them, be released from slavery and become citizens of the tribe!"

Under Han Cheng's signal, the fifty freshly baked second-level citizens of the Qingque Tribe with wooden ID cards around their necks lined up in two rows at this time, standing in front of the stage, facing everyone in the tribe. Slave, stand up straight.

Especially after Shenzi, who came down from the stage and walked in front of them, said such a concluding remark with enthusiasm, they stood up straighter one by one.

I just feel that all the glory is shrouded in them along with the ID card hanging around their necks.

The many slaves who watched all of this were so stimulated that they clenched their fists secretly, feeling their blood boil, wishing they could do it right now.

Then stand here too, under the attention of everyone, let the Son of God personally wear the card representing citizenship for himself, let the leader beat the drums for him, and let the witch lead the way for him!

Looking at the reactions of the crowd, Han Cheng couldn't help but secretly smiled. He was very satisfied with the results of the commendation conference that he made today...

The shocking envy and regret of Da Ya and other semi-agricultural slaves did not end here.

After the grassroots were granted second-class citizenship of the Qingque Tribe, the stage was cleared.

Shenzi, Wu and the leader took some citizens of the tribe to the inner courtyard.

Then there was a thunderous drum sound coming from the inner courtyard.

These slaves stretched their necks to look into the inner courtyard, wanting to see what the wise sons of God were doing, but unfortunately they were blocked by the thick courtyard wall and couldn't see what was going on inside.

This made the slaves like Da Ya feel itchy as if their feet had been licked by a lamb.

After joining the tribe for a period of time, they also have a certain understanding of this thunderous drum sound.

Knowing that this kind of instrument is generally not easily rang by Joe, once it is rang, something more important must have happened.

After a while of scratching their heads, the sound of the drums became clearer and louder, as if they were coming outside.

These people, who had already waited impatiently, immediately cast their gazes over.

After a while, the situation inside appeared in front of everyone.

I saw the most respectable son of God beating the drum and walking in the front, followed by the witch wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff, with a serious face and dancing all the way.

Behind Wu, the leader and Shang were carrying a stone pillar that looked very old. There were some crude lines engraved on the stone pillar, the most eye-catching one was the blue sparrow pattern in the middle of the line.

Amidst the sound of rumbling drums, the totem pole was carried by the elder brothers and placed in the middle and back of the stage.

In front of the totem pole, there is a case made of logs, on which fish, chicken, pork and some fruits are placed.

A fire was lit in front of the case.

At this time, Han Cheng, who was beating the drum, had handed the drumstick back to the senior brother, and stood behind the case, juxtaposed with the totem pole.