Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Chapter 376 Spy

Shan, come here quickly, don't talk about meat if it's later, you won't even be able to get big potatoes. A woman who is two meters tall and has a waist circumference of no less than two meters called out loudly.

The person she greeted was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and by the standards of Luolei Mountain Range, he was just a teenager who had just grown up.

Compared with the weed-like laborers with swollen faces and messy beards and hair, this young man named Shan is surprisingly neat, at least in comparison.

The hair tied up with animal tendons, and the neatly groomed animal skin clothes, if placed in the modern plane, would definitely exist like a savage.

But among the many workers on the Blackstone tribe's defense line, this product is definitely considered quite clean and tidy.

Thanks to the admiration of Master Niu in the entire Luolei Mountain Range, this type of guy who used to be called a little boy is no longer despised by people, but is loved by the majority of married women...

After the boy named Shan heard the greeting, he quickly responded, but after putting down the tools such as the engineering shovel and rattan basket in his hand, he walked towards the woman with his wooden bowl.

The location here is less than three hundred miles away from the Blackstone tribe, a food distribution point for laborers where the last line of defense was built.

Every food distribution point is responsible for preparing and distributing food for hundreds of people, so it is naturally very lively when it is time to eat.

Hundreds of hungry men gathered around the many cauldrons early in the day, eagerly waiting in line to distribute food.

The most important thing is that those who receive food in front can find more or less lunch meat in every meal of potato soup; with such a strong reason, isn't it enough for these coolies to Are you crazy?

After waiting in line for a long time, it was finally Shan's turn to pick up the food.

The woman from the Black Stone Tribe who was in charge of distributing food, Ma, held a long wooden spoon, and after stirring vigorously back and forth in the stone pot, she finally filled the wooden spoon with potatoes and luncheon meat, and then Put it full into a cedar wooden bowl.

Ma, you must have taken a liking to this Maodou and Zhang Qi boy! I heard that your man is the little leader of the coalition army, don't let him know about this, and clean you up when you get home. A The envious worker shouted loudly.

Immediately, many workers who were eating and drinking with bowls all around them laughed loudly.

After all, the hard physical work every day makes these people tired and boring. Only the dinner time after work is done every night is the most relaxing and happy time for them.

For such a level of sour words, it is simply not put in front of Ma.

Instead, she stuck her thick waist in one hand and waved a long wooden spoon in the other and shouted loudly: Shut up your stinking mouths and eat your food well, even the good food of the Black Stone Tribe can't stop you! Your stinky mouth? Your mother, which eye saw me looking at Uesugi.

After scolding the jealous worker so hard that he couldn't lift his head, Ma gave Shan a spoonful of potato soup again and put it in his wooden bowl.

It's not that she doesn't want to give Shan more spoonfuls of potatoes and luncheon meat, it's just because each worker has a ration of food for each meal, and even the hemp that is responsible for distribution can't be given too much.

After that, Ma Cai comforted Shan: Don't listen to that guy's snarky talk, I think you are honest, and you have left the tribe so far at such a young age to come to the Blackstone tribe to sell your labor. Take care of you.

After finishing speaking, Ma thought for a while and continued to add:

Don't think about it too much, my little brats are almost as old as you, seeing you is like seeing my little brats; rest early when you are full, and you will have harder work tomorrow, so you have to pay attention when you go out. Take care of yourself and don't make your Eminem worry about you.

After Shan heard the words, he still smiled honestly, but when he picked up a bowl full of food and put it in his mouth, he still felt the rare deliciousness...

After eating the food, many laborers went to bed early in the hastily built huts. They needed to reserve enough mental and physical strength for tomorrow's hard work.

There were more than a dozen people crammed into such a hut, which was only about twenty square meters in size.

Therefore, the noses of the people in it are full of the extremely strong smell of feet and sweat, as well as the loud snoring sound.

As a member of the labor force, Shan naturally lives in such an environment, and judging from his long breathing, he has already slept very soundly.

However, if someone lifts the animal skin covering his body at this time, he will find that Shan, who seems to be sleeping, is carefully drawing various chaotic lines on a piece of animal skin with his fingers.

And if the witches of the tribal alliance inject witch power into these lines, the content on the animal skin will scare them into the urine:

This is already the seventh day of my infiltrating into the Blackstone Tribe. Not surprisingly, under the cover of the secret method, no one can find any flaws in me.

The food today is still that stalk called a potato, with a little bit of those weird meats called luncheon meat.

To be honest, the energy in these foods is not only inferior to the meat of ferocious beasts, even ordinary animal meat is not as good as that, not to mention the various foods prepared by the slaves of the witch temple for the witch priests.

But I have to admit that after adding something called soybean oil to these things, the oil and water are still very sufficient, and the salt content is also abnormally sufficient.

For those ordinary Jian villagers, it was considered very good food, and it could also supplement their labor consumption.

What can be confirmed is that this Blackstone tribe, which is located in the Luolei Mountains, is indeed unimaginably rich, and it is not a temporary force.

Those exquisite commodities that were not recorded a few days in advance, that is, the skills of domestication, farming, wine making, salt making, etc. that they mastered, seemed to be much superior to those mastered by the Witch Palace.

Just from the small details, many problems can be explained. They even provide three meals of sufficient food for slave-like laborers every day.

There are still too many secrets in the Blackstone Tribe, such as where did these technologies come from, and where did those magical materials come from?

I think in order to find out these things, I still need to lurk and spy for a long time; I even think that finding out these things is far more important than finding out the whereabouts of the holy blood of the ancestral witch...

After writing this, Shan finally stopped the movement in his hand, and then he carefully put away the animal skin in his hand.

In the daytime tomorrow, he will look for an opportunity to hide the fast animal skin in a hidden place; even if something happens to him later, the latecomers of the witch palace will find these things according to the hidden marks.

Afterwards, Shan planned to really fall asleep, but after a long time, he didn't feel sleepy at all; in fact, it wasn't that the surrounding environment was too bad, in the training he had received, he experienced many environments that were worse than this. 's gone.

In desperation, he could only turn over and cover his head with the animal skin given to him by hemp; although it was just an ordinary animal skin, it was treated and cleaned very cleanly, and it even smelled like sunshine. Warm taste.

Shan under the animal skin suddenly laughed bitterly silently: Mum, it's such a distant and unfamiliar name, but why does it make people feel so warm just thinking about it!