Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Two days later, the only inpatient in Black Rock City Hospital was discharged.

Then, there was another drunk in Black Rock City who was drunk every day; Tu Bai, who was almost completely desperate for the future, was able to relax himself only under the anesthesia of alcohol.

Master Niu had clearly told Tu Bo that he would not try to rescue Wu from the Tuji tribe, Tu Mei's father.

Even dispatching the army of the tribal alliance to march towards Tuji City to help the Tuji tribe quell the rebellion is temporarily impossible.

Because, as long as Master Niu does this, it will be tantamount to letting You Ming completely break free from the shackles of the oath; after that, it will probably be a thunderous blow to Master Niu.

Facing the Nether who had activated ahead of time, Master Niu had no chance of winning.

In addition, the Wu of the Tuji tribe, the cheap old man of Mr. Niu, is now under the control of others, but at least he is still alive, as long as he is alive, there is hope...

Ten days later, ten miles away from the gate of Black Rock City.

This was originally a large piece of cultivated land, but because of the arrival of a new wave of refugees, Mr. Niu organized his staff and temporarily built a large shelter here.

Yes! It is indeed a large number of refugees.

Originally, these large and small tribes who decided to join the Blackstone tribe after the investigation of the group of envoys last winter from the plain outside the mountain should not have such a title.

However, in the messages sent back by the telegraphs sent by the defenders at the front checkpoints such as Iron Lock Pass, this is how these tribes who came to seek refuge were described.

Therefore, after Master Niu received the news, he had a second thought in his heart.

All the refugees who arrive here need to go through many steps such as cleaning, disinfecting, and burning the tattered clothes before.

Then, they still need to stay in the shelter for a few days, after the barefoot doctors at the station confirm that they have no obvious infectious diseases; then they can go to the city for activities, and then they will be assigned to the newly established production team.

After all, it took Master Niu a lot of effort to make the sanitation standards in Black Rock City barely passable; among them, just getting rid of fleas was a painstaking effort.

He doesn't want to ruin the results he just obtained...

Master Niu stood at the door of the shelter, and after waiting for a long time, he finally saw a group of people walking slowly on the avenue in the distance.

It can be regarded as a stinky face that has been stinking for some days, and finally there is some smile.

After a few months, the first one came from the edge of the plain outside the mountains, a small tribe with only more than two hundred people, after a long journey.

Finally arrived at the outside of Blackstone City, the core area of ​​the Blackstone tribe.

The addition of this small tribe called Wuming can only increase the mantissa of the Blackstone tribe, which has now reached a population of more than 300,000.

But Master Niu still appeared here this time, welcoming the arrival of the small tribe of Wuming.

It has been more than a year since the last time it received a large wave of refugees, and this is the first time that the Blackstone tribe has welcomed new entrants.

Not to mention, behind this small tribe, there are more tribes, large and small, rushing over mountains and rivers.

No matter what, Master Niu has to properly arrange this small tribe, and make a model project, so that the new entrants can quickly settle down after seeing it...

It can be seen that the life of the Wuming tribe is quite difficult.

In the news sent back from the checkpoint ahead, calling them refugees is really not excessive at all; even Master Niu thinks that those people are a little more beautified.

First of all, from the composition of the team, Mr. Niu can see some clues; the team is basically young people, and there is no trace of the cubs.

The only old man was also a gray-haired old man; looking at the posture of a man who was walking and supporting him specially, he must be a witch-like figure from the Wuming tribe.

In addition, just from the appearance, compared with the oily faces of the local aborigines, the members of the Wuming tribe are all disheveled.

The whole body is skinny and boney, and the thin one is called a formidable one.

Master Niu is quite familiar with this feeling, the first two years when he traveled to the Luolei Mountain Range.

Every year after the winter, those small and medium-sized tribes who were short of food, almost starving to death, just survived the winter, and this is what they look like.

In other words, everyone in the Wuming Tribe suffered from starvation.

After they arrived at the first pass, Iron Lock Pass, when they walked along the road, they could get a certain amount of food in the three passes.

That is to say, for the rest of the journey, they have recovered a little vitality; otherwise, who knows how miserable their appearance was before...

At a slow speed, the Wuming tribe's team finally walked to the door of the shelter.

The old man who was supported by someone came up first, and greeted Master Niu respectfully: I have met Master Niu, I am Wu Wuti from the Wuming Tribe.

We will be a family from now on, so you don't need to be so polite. Master Niu said.

Moreover, he stopped the other party's solemn salute in time; otherwise, who knows if the old man can get up after kneeling down.

At the same time, Master Niu yelled loudly: Hurry up, be quick with your hands and feet, and prepare some delicious food for these new members of the tribe; forget it, just cook some millet porridge, remember to put more Millet.

Looking at these, it seems that the members of the Huming tribe who are struggling to stand up, Master Niu directly said to take a bath, and these steps were cancelled.

Let these people eat something first, otherwise, if the human resources at the door hang up a few while taking a shower, wouldn't it be a big loss.

*****

The millet-based miscellaneous grains began to roll after being stewed for a while.

In addition to enough millet, a large amount of fresh minced fat was added to the pot, and there were even preserved eggs that were bigger than a fist made under the guidance of Master Niu.

The preserved egg and fatty pork porridge, full of the characteristics of the primitive era, soon exudes an attractive aroma, which makes people move their index fingers.

More than two hundred good people from the Wuming tribe formed five crooked lines in front of the five cauldrons, and the corners of their mouths were already full of saliva.

In their hands, there is even a meeting gift from the Blackstone tribe: a golden copper bowl that is bigger than the face.

This thing is a new product from the steel factory. When they discovered the copper mine some time ago, they naturally smelted a large number of copper ingots easily.

But at this time, I realized that it was not of much use.

So under the arrangement of Mr. Niu, the blacksmith workshop attached to the steel factory simply processed it into many daily necessities such as pots, bowls, and kettles.

Even these blacksmiths who have become monks halfway, are really not very good at craftsmanship.

But anyway, regarding the previous stone bowls and wooden bowls, the living standards of the natives of the Black Stone Tribe have been improved again...

After the preserved egg and fatty meat porridge was processed, Mr. Niu, who planned to give it to the people, picked up a spoon and began to distribute it.

Then he could see that a man with a bowl full of porridge and water, without caring about the hot water just out of the pot, directly raised his head and started to drink it into his mouth.

Even if he was constantly shivering from the heat, he couldn't slow down his movements a bit.

At this time, Master Niu realized one thing: Could it be that the various disasters on the plain are more serious than he imagined?