Farmer sister: Escape from wilderness and farm with Lingquan space

Going back along the already opened road was much faster, and they returned to the ship in less than an hour.

After explaining the situation to the guards and boatmen who were left behind, everyone became alert.

Mu Er asked: "Master, do you want to find out who those people are? What are they doing on the island?"

Mo Beihan shook his head: "There is only such an island in the nearby sea. Maybe others are resting ashore or going to the island to find medicinal materials or something. Let's stay put and see if they will come. As long as they are not harmful to us, we don't have to worry about it. he."

After hearing what his master said, Mu Er said to everyone: "Brothers, please be more vigilant. Let's bake something to eat first. Only when we are full will we have strength."

After hearing this, the guards put their weapons within easy reach, sat down and grilled meat in peace.

As long as those people don't come to trouble them, they won't go out of their way to provoke others.

Half an hour later, a group of people emerged from the protruding cliff.

Those people were all wearing very strange clothes. They didn't look like people from Dai Viet, nor did they look like people from several nearby countries with trade contacts.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing colorful robes and a long colorful feather hat on his head.

Next to him was a woman in her twenties who was wearing animal skin, exposing her wrists and lower legs, and was barefoot.

The woman also wore several strings of bells made of shells on her wrists and ankles, which made a tinkling sound when she moved lightly.

Behind them were more than 40 men wearing animal skins, all holding machetes, wooden forks and sharpened sticks in their hands, staring at the more than 20 people who appeared on the beach.

There were only about twenty guards and boatmen on Mo Beihan's side. Facing this stranger who was twice as many as him, everyone stood up warily.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Mu Er stood up from the ground and glared at those people.

Mo Beihan didn't speak, but stared at those people sharply.

The woman next to the man stepped forward and spoke a string of particularly lame Dai Viet dialect. However, because the pronunciation was not standard and the pronunciation was very difficult to pronounce, it was impossible to hear what was being said.

Mu Er and the others looked at each other, none of them could understand.

At this time, the leading man took a few steps forward, and when he opened his mouth, he spoke in Tai Viet dialect that was fairly accurate. However, the Tai Viet language he spoke had a slight dialect accent, and Mo Beihan felt like he had heard it somewhere.

The man handed over his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, heroes. We have no ill intentions. We just went to the island to look for some medicinal materials."

Mu Er frowned and stared at the man: "Looking for medicinal materials? You don't look like ordinary people. Do you need to make such a big show of looking for medicinal materials?"

The man smiled and said: "To tell you the truth, we are tribesmen on another island. Our island is very big, several times bigger than this one. I am the chief of the tribe on that island. This time I came out to the flames. Island, because the old chief was poisoned by a strange poison. The medicine prescribed by the wizards requires the use of red fire ants unique to the Flame Island, so I brought people over here. I really don’t mean to disturb you, please. Forgive me!"

Seeing that this man spoke in a polite and courteous manner, Mu Er's tough attitude softened immediately.

"You said you're here to find 'red fire ants'? Could it be that they are the same as what we are looking for, a small red ant?"

The man nodded: "Yes, reddish-brown ants, we call them red fire ants."

Mo Beihan looked on with cold eyes. For some reason, he always had a strange feeling in his heart.

He was pretty sure it was his first time seeing this man, but this man gave him a faint feeling of familiarity.

Although his face was covered with paint and his true appearance could not be seen clearly, his outline was clearly different from those of the men next to him, and looked very much like their Dai Viet men.

Moreover, he spoke Dai Viet Mandarin very fluently, and even had some dialect accents, but he couldn't figure out where the dialect was from at the moment.

He guessed that this was a man from Dai Viet, but he didn't understand how he could become the tribal chief of an island thousands of miles away from Dai Viet.

The man also saw that Mo Beihan was the leader of this group. He smiled and looked at this handsome young man: "Are you here to see the red fire ants too?"

Mo Beihan nodded: "Yes! But we call them red fire ants over there."

The man smiled: "Red imported fire ants and red fire ants are almost the same, they should be the same species. So, have you found them?"

Mo Beihan shook his head: "We just landed ashore not long ago. We searched all the way to the top of the mountain and didn't see it, so we came back."

The man looked at the road that was cut with a machete to the top of the mountain. It was clear that these people must have gone to the top of the mountain and hurried down the mountain when they saw them.

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, the man said: "Since everyone is here to find red fire ants, let's work separately! If any party finds it, can you let us know and we can get the red fire ants we want to use together? Ants? Anyway, you don’t need many red fire ants for medicine. The wizard on our island said that only a hundred or so are enough. It is said that there are tens of thousands in an ant nest, and it is enough to find one ant nest."

Mo Beihan nodded: "That's very good."

The man nodded with satisfaction and was about to leave with the others.

As soon as he turned around, Mo Beihan suddenly asked: "Excuse me, is the chief from Dai Viet? Can you tell me your name?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said these words, the woman next to the man looked at the man nervously.

The man also stopped, tilting his head slightly and frowning, as if he was remembering something.

"Dai Viet Kingdom? Name? My last name...last name...Jiao?"

However, he suddenly held his head, shook it from side to side in great pain, and murmured:

"I don't know... I don't remember... I don't remember anything! Who am I? What's my name? Why... why can't I remember anything? Ah... it hurts! My head hurts... "

The woman was frightened, glared at Mo Beihan fiercely, and took a few steps forward.

He supported the shaky man with one hand, took out a porcelain bottle from his body with the other hand, pulled out the stopper, and seemed to be persuading the man to open his mouth, and then poured the contents of the porcelain bottle into the man's mouth.

"What are you going to feed him?"

Mo Beihan's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped forward unexpectedly and knocked the porcelain bottle out of the woman's hand.

“#￥%&*@￥$^~&!……”

The woman was so angry that she screamed and cursed. Seeing that the group of people didn't understand at all, she became even more angry.

With a wave of his hand and a word in his mouth, the more than forty savage-like men he brought raised their weapons and surrounded Mo Beihan and the others with ferocious looks.