Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

The two men who had fought were dejected. If they finished their battle like warriors, they would become a joke in the tribe, whether they were dead or alive.

They are probably the only pair of brothers in the Orc Continent who would go to the arena to fight for a toilet spot.

It smells like shit when it's mentioned.

Qiao Xin looked at the two men's faces which were uglier than shit, held back her laughter, and looked at Lang Rui.

Lang Rui saw Qiao Xin's slightly bent eyes from the corner of his eye, "...The original intention of the tribe to build toilets is, first, to facilitate the tribe members, and second, to collect fertilizer. If you feel that the toilet space is not enough, you can raise your opinions, but this is not an excuse for you to fight."

Lang Wan and Xing Cheng nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice, "We were really wrong. We will never fight again. If we have any opinions, we will definitely raise them. This time..."

Their faces flushed red, and the words of letting them go were stuck in their throats, unable to be spit out.

Lang Rui: "Fighting is not allowed in the tribe. Since you have made a mistake, you must be punished. If you don't want to go to the arena, then each of you will be deducted one point and must clean the toilets for thirty sunsets."

Lang Rui glanced at the dozens of people who were fighting, "You will all be punished together."

These tribesmen are not from the same tribe, so conflicts are inevitable. Fortunately, today it's just a minor conflict, and Lang Rui can't really drive them out, but he can't let them go easily either. He should give them a small punishment to teach them a lesson.

When they heard that they would only be deducted points and would still have to clean the toilet, they felt relieved. As long as they were not kicked out, it would be fine to give them a more severe punishment.

It was not until the next morning, when dozens of people were stared at by Tu Ye with a sneer and not given any food, that they truly realized the importance of points.

Seeing that they accepted the punishment obediently and stopped causing trouble, Lang Rui calmed down a little. After notifying them of the time for a meal, he asked them to gather in the square again.

Lang Rui and Qiao Xin went to prepare the special ink. As they left, the people in the square slowly dispersed.

Lang Xue stepped forward and helped Lang Yu up, his eyes full of hostility, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his deep blue pupils turned dark.

Lang Yu held his hand tightly, "Very good."

Lang Xue pursed his lips and said nothing, with veins bulging on the back of his hands. If his brother hadn't been warning him with his eyes, he would have jumped up and fought with Lang Rui.

This bastard could have used other methods to seize power, but he chose an insulting method that he couldn't stand.

Lang Yu sighed, "Haven't we suffered more injustices in the past? Why can't you bear it when it comes to Lang Rui? As long as the tribe members have a place to stay and can live a good life, I can kneel until Lang Rui is afraid."

Hearing this, Lang Xue rolled his eyes. Now is the time for jokes!

Seeing that Lang Xue would no longer be impulsive, Lang Yu said softly, "We should be happy. At least we have something to look forward to in life now."

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While scraping the ash from the bottom of the pot, Qiao Xin would glance at Lang Rui from time to time.

Seeing this, Lang Rui raised his eyebrows slightly, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Qiao Xin chuckled and gave him a thumbs up, "Not bad, Lang Rui, you're quite good."

Lang Rui curled his lips for a second, then pursed them, "They came to my door, there is no way I would let them go." But he didn't like this method.

I still feel very anxious.

The relative who was both his teacher and brother put aside his dignity and knelt before him, but he could only endure it.

Lang Rui suddenly felt his face soften. When he came back to his senses, he saw Qiao Xin smiling gently, "Is this comfort enough?"

Lang Rui was about to say that was enough, but Qiao Xin changed the subject, "If it's not enough, we can have more in the evening!"

Lu Yao next to him cleared his throat vigorously. These two people really didn't treat him as an outsider at all.

Lang Rui's ears felt hot and his eyelids drooped slightly. He didn't look at anyone and focused on the movements of his hands.

In just one meal's time, the special ink was ready.

The materials used were all very ordinary. The only unusual thing was something that looked like glitter that Lu Yao took out. The words written with it turned out to be like pearlescent pen, sparkling.

Lu Yao explained: "This is a plant passed down from our ancestors. It's called pearl grass. It looks like an ordinary plant during the day, but at night it emits a light brighter than moonlight. It's useless, it's just added in to make it glow."

Qiao Xin snorted. The way you shake your head and show off is completely contrary to what you said. This old guy just wants her to praise him.

"That's amazing!" Qiao Xin was very supportive.

Lu Yao nodded modestly, "It's just so-so."

Qiao Xin and Lang Rui: "..."

Lang Rui carried several bundles of wood chips that had been prepared long ago, and walked side by side with Qiao Xin who was carrying a bucket of ink, following behind Lu Yao to the square.

The scattered tribesmen gathered again, and Tu Ye and Shu Lin set up a long table to entertain the guests.

The three of them didn't waste any time and started registering directly.

Lang Zheng and Lang Ye were maintaining order and asking everyone to line up in family units.

Ranked first are Lang Yu and Bai Ru.

Lang Yu held Bai Ru's hand, blinking his big eyes, "Xin, I'm first."

Qiao Xin gave him a gentle smile, "Then come over here!"

Lang Rui handed over two wooden boards, Qiao Xin was responsible for registration, and Lu Yao held the witch's stand and sat on the other side of Qiao Xin with a gentle smile. He would give a blessing to every family that came forward.

Qiao Xin registered in two languages, the Blue Star Chinese language and the Green Deer Tribe's inherited language.

Qiao Xin asked: "Name."

Lang Yu answered quickly: "Lang Yu, Yu of universe, this is my mother, Bai Ru, Bai of white, Ru, Ru, Ru I don't know."

Qiao Xin burst out laughing, "What about your father?"

Lang Yu's light blue eyes widened, "He's out. He's not here."

Qiao Xin: "You have to register even if you are not here."

Lang Yu: "My father's name is Lang Qing, Qing means green."

Qiao Xin was so amused by him that she fell backwards, "Isn't it the green of green grass?"

Lang Yu nodded seriously, "Alright."

All the adults around me burst into laughter.

"Date of birth."

......

Lang Rui poured ink into a ceramic bowl, Qiao Xin dipped the brush in it, scraped the edge of the bowl, and quickly wrote down the names of Lang Qing's family, their relationship to the head of the household, their gender, race, date of birth, household registration number, and other information.

Qiao Xin turned the wood piece in a direction, with the bottom facing outwards, and pointed to the blank space, "Put your handprint here."

After discussion among several people, the previous method of dripping blood was finally changed to pressing fingerprints.

Bai Ru looked at the wooden piece with the information of a family of three written on it. Although she couldn't understand what was written, somehow her eyes became sore.

He dipped his thumb into the red mud that Qiao Xin pushed over, and pressed hard at the location where Qiao Xin pointed. A mark with skin texture was left on the wooden board.

Lang Yu's big eyes were full of curiosity and amusement. When it was his turn, he did not want his mother's help. He stretched out his chubby little hands, dipped them in the red mud and stamped them in an earnest manner.

Qiao Xin touched his head and said, "Great."

The little guy instantly smiled with neat little pearly teeth, "I'm awesome."

Qiao Xin handed the wooden board to Bai Ru, and placed the other piece in front of Lu Yao, as a backup.

"When Lang Qing comes back, ask him to bring your wooden board over and fill in the handprints."

Everyone was watching what the person in front of them was doing, and the line kept getting shorter.