The city lords of this era are far less so grand than those in ancient times. The snow near Chiti City is not as thick as that around Panshi Village, and the four-wheeled carriage can drive normally. However, considering Niu Tong's injuries, the speed is slow and not fast.

Wu Yuan and Niu Tong have noble identities. The two guards combined together, and the number of people exceeded 200. Tianhao and Tiankuang could not ride horses. They walked with the infantry guards and left messy footprints on the snow.

Looking at Wu Yuan riding on the horse in front and looking at the carriage surrounded by cavalry, Tianhao fell into deep thoughts.

When he was having dinner at the City Lord's Mansion yesterday, he felt that something was wrong. Whether it was a witch, a doctor, or a hundred people, these three identities seemed very ordinary to Wu Yuan and Niu Tong. Even if he cured Niu Tong's leg injury, he didn't need to give himself the same attitude.

Wu Yuan’s attitude is even more difficult to understand. He is a great witch who is in charge of the entire Thunder Niu tribe, and his status is only under the national master of the Niu tribe. And I... am just a witch performer in a small village, and I am not a formal witch approved by the old priest, and at most I can only be regarded as a reserve member.

It's as weird as two tigers invite a cat to have dinner and actively ask them to be friends.

Why?

There are two explanations, and Tianhao believes that it is more reasonable.

Could it be that Niu Tong and Wu Yuan, like him, are parasites from the era of destruction of civilization?

The probability of this possibility is too slim, and Tianhao dared not express any words. Even if he wanted to say it, he had to wait patiently until the other party spoke first.

The second explanation is that they have something they can use and need.

This is even more ridiculous than the first explanation.

When normal logic cannot explain things themselves, thinking will shift in an alternative direction. Tianhao couldn't help but think that even he felt a cold sweat was on his back. Could it be that these two guys fell in love with my butt?

Escape is impossible. Both legs are not as fast as the cavalry.

No matter how much jokes are, what is the real reason why they get close to themselves?

The probability of "eye fate" happening is not high. Tianhao has already had an extremely deep understanding of how serious the differentiation of identities, hierarchies in this world are. In essence, Fusong, the leader of Panshi Village, is not a bad person. However, his desire for surnames is so persistent that even if he bet on the fate of the entire village, he has to seek a surname from the tribe rulers regardless of everything.

Tianhao did want to get closer to the rulers of Chitou City, and also wanted to get some benefits from cow copper by treating leg injuries. Cotton or linen, wheat noodles, rice, money... In short, as long as it can improve living conditions and be called "wealth", he is happy to accept it.

A pure friendship between an ordinary little barbarian and the city lord and the great witch?

Let this unrealistic thing go to hell!

Tianhao realized that the situation was different shortly after the banquet began. "Monetary policy" is the patent of the ruler class. No matter how good the relationship between Niu Tong and Wu Yuan is, they will not be mentioned in front of him, as an outsider.

If he couldn't get the other party's true intentions, Tianhao could only try his best to show his value in front of the other party. As a last resort, he was forced to give advice on the archery battle between the Lei Niu Tribe and the Blood Eagle Tribe.

What does it matter to me who wins and who loses?

It’s still the same question. Why are they so deliberately getting closer to me?

Tianhao couldn't find the answer and couldn't figure it out.

Forget it, follow it honestly! Let’s talk about the situation.

In front is Leijiao City.

...

This is a large city with a population of 120,000. It is surrounded by mountains and sank in the middle to form a basin. Two rivers, one large and one small, pass through the south and the east of the city, soaking up the vast area of ​​arable land and feeding a large number of tribes. Although it is winter, there is no much snow here, and the temperature is warmer than that of Chitou City.

Wu Yuan arranged a hotel for Tianhao and Tiankuang, which was considered a higher-end place in Leijiao City. He and Niu Tong seemed a little hurried, and casually explained a few words, leaving behind a bulging wallet and leaving.

Tianhao counted and there were a hundred silver coins in the bag.

From the perspective of picky eyes of industrial products in the civilized era, this currency is actually very rough. The circles produced by casting are not regular, with too many tiny bumps and depressions on the edges and surfaces. The front pattern is a bull head with large horns and a simplified version of the hammer on the back.

"It would be great if there was another sickle, that would look like something I was really familiar with." Tianhao curled his lips and murmured in a bass that only he could hear. The sunlight outside the window shone on the silver coins in the palm of his palm, reflecting the unique metallic luster of the silver products.

The process of applying for a hundred people is not complicated. Wu Yuan helped to hand over the application documents. The next afternoon, a middle-aged man in a crimson uniform came to the hotel and showed his animal skin certificate as an administrative official of Leijiao City. Tianhao followed him away from the hotel and went to the seal office.

The most typical feature of the popularization of brick and stone buildings is the use of cement. When entering the Zhaoyin Mansion, Tianhao paid special attention to the tall walls here, which can be confirmed that the dry and sticky objects between the bricks have some common points with the cement they are familiar with, but the specific hardness needs to be further verified.

The wide inner hall, square structure, bright light... Tianhao couldn't help but think of the dark and ugly wooden house in Panshi Village, and couldn't help but sigh: Whether in the civilized era or this seemingly barbaric world, he was willing to invest in the construction of government office areas. It was as luxurious as it was, the same majestic.

The villagers of Panshi Village almost all starved to death this winter, and the situation in Qinglong Village nearby was not much better. But looking at the red guys in the Sign-in Mansion, the word "hunger" has nothing to do with them.

With the food handed over from all villages of the Leiniu tribe, the city is full.

There were more than a dozen people queuing up in the corridor, all holding their own identity documents. Tianhao was arranged at the end of the team. Looking at the end of the corridor directly in front of him, he smelled a pungent burnt smell floating in the air.

It was the smell of meat burning under the high temperature. From time to time, there were howlings coming and going, and there were even a few shrill screams.

Tianhao felt that he might have come to the wrong place. Looking at the people around him, he found that each of them looked solemn, especially those standing in front of him. They clenched their fists, bit their teeth tightly in their mouths, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

At the end of the corridor is a large room. The dark room has no windows, and there are two fire pits on the brick and stone floor. Several strong men with naked upper bodies gathered there. The seemingly leading man in the middle holds two large animal skin documents in his hands and recites the names in sequence.

"Congyuzhai, Kegang."

The man in the front strode over. He took off his leather robe and exposed his thick and strong arms. He clenched his left fist tightly, and the muscles on his arms raised like an inflated ball. The man who read the name should be a manager. He stared at the man named "Kegang" and looked at him without saying anything. He raised his hand and waved it casually. Two guards standing beside him strode forward. One of them held Kegang's shoulders from the opposite direction, and the other picked up the soldering iron that was burned red on the charcoal fire. With indescribable coldness and a hint of abuse, he pressed the hot metal hard on the upper end of Kegang's left arm.

Accompanied by a clear "hissing" sound, a strong white air immediately rose between the flesh and the soldering iron, and the burnt stinking smell of protein filled the nostrils again. Kegang's endurance was obviously stronger than those before. He gritted his teeth tightly, and his violently trembling body only slightly fluctuated under the control of strong willpower. He did not shout, and cold sweat penetrated densely on his scalp and cheeks. From the depths of his nostrils and behind his tightly pursed lips, there was a "um" muffled groan with obviously lowered volume.

Release the soldering iron, the manager in charge of the name looked at Kegang with admiration and almost exhausted: "It's okay, it's much better than the guys in front of you. This kind of courageous and unafraid of death is the real "head of a hundred people". Go there and rest! Next."

The highest reward for those who received the brand was to receive the branding. Ke Gang, who had recovered from the severe pain, happily walked past the crowd waiting in line, and sat on a wooden bench against the wall to rest. He put his waist on his waist and deliberately exposed the wounded surface of his arm to everyone. Tianhao saw a clear circular pattern in the middle, with a black cow horn that was slanted upward in the middle.

In this era, there is no anti-counterfeiting technology, and it is impossible to manufacture ID cards, officer certificates, special unit work certificates, etc. The half-army and half-name Spartan-like system determines that grassroots civilian managers are also low-ranking officers. If you want to become a leader of a hundred people, in addition to being unanimously recognized by the leaders of the village and the patriarch of the tribe, you must also mark the price of red-hot metal on the left arm.

This black cow horn represents the head of a hundred people. No matter where you go, just take off your shirt and reveal a special mark, you will be recognized by all barbarians.

The mark of the lion clan is a lion head, the tiger clan is a tiger head, the eagle clan is a pair of wings, and the bear clan is sharp teeth... Each race has its own special mark.

If you want to become a superior person, you must first suffer some flesh and blood. This is very different from the civilized world.

It's Tianhao's turn.
Chapter completed!