"The second advice: This world... may really exist in gods. I have never seen it with my own eyes, but I can feel the power from gods. It's very ethereal, just like the plot in fantasy novels. This may be one of the secrets buried deep in this world. Anyway, I don't have the courage to dig and research, and I advise you not to do this."

"Next, I want to talk about my enemy. The reason I put this in my advice is because I think the person who killed me is very likely to list you as an enemy. Listen to it clearly, it is the enemy, not the opponent. He is very powerful, it is..."

The information is aborted here.

It felt uncomfortable to get stuck halfway through the words. Tian Haojing waited for more than ten minutes, but still couldn't get any sense from the shrinking head. He picked it up and turned it over and over in his hand to look carefully. Except for the unfamiliar face that was fixed forever, Tian Hao's mind was quiet, as if nothing had happened before.

Why is this happening?

There is not enough gene storage space? When this idea comes to mind, Tianhao himself finds it funny. He is not a professional researcher, but just a warrior. He is like an online game fan fiddling with a computer with a black screen suddenly, anxious and urgent, but he cannot make the dead computer resume running. He can only knock around and imagine various unrealistic solutions.

Another half an hour passed.

Tianhao gently lowered his head and let out a long sigh in Ning Ding.

Zhan Jianhua... He was dead after all. If he had not injected with genetic modification drugs, if he had not been dormant in the culture compartment as himself, and then awakened parasitics, he would not have left information in this way.

I am probably the only one left behind in the evolution of human beings.

Based on mature spores, parasitize someone to achieve control... Can this kind of thing be achieved?

Tianhao fell into thinking for a long time.

In the minds of young people, "poetry and distance" was once fascinating and full of hope for the world.

Tianhao likes Xi Murong very much and Pushkin. He feels that he has a bit of literary youth, and there are so many things worthy of praise and touching in this world, whether in the past or the future.

I opened the door and walked out. It was dark night and the sky was full of stars.

Panshi Village at night is far less lively than during the day. The light limits people's movements. The darkness locks restless hearts at home. They snuggle beside the fire pit. The mother hums the song passed down from ancient times and hypnotizes the children to fall asleep. The men are busy under the swaying firelight. Roll the hemp rope, boil salt, cure meat, make pottery embryos from mud, and select ores... The lazy people will only end up in this world. If there is an electric light, Panshi Village should become the birthplace of civilization in the wild world.

Walking in the darkness, Tianhao walked into the newly built tower in the village and walked up the stairs. Zumu, the sentry responsible for the guard, was a little surprised. He held the longbow in his hand and saluted Tianhao very respectfully. The latter smiled and said a few words of encouragement, pushed open the door leading to the top, and walked to the top of the tower.

There was wind, but this season was not cold. Standing dozens of high above the ground, Tianhao found that his sight could not cross the mountains to see the distance, nor could he see the sea in the distance. But he could smell the fragrance of plants and trees blown by the wind from the other side of the mountain, and the moisture wrapped in from the sea.

I miss my mom.

I miss my dad.

When you are lonely, you are likely to think more. Divergent thinking will make you have chaotic thoughts you have never had before. Tianhao's eyes were shaking a few familiar faces, which were the girl he once liked. He took the initiative to pursue it, but no one liked him.

"A few pages of brilliant historical books, and thousands of horses compete for the desolation..."

There are many songs suitable for this kind of time. Tianhao doesn’t hum loudly, which is his own time. The reason I chose this song was not because I liked it very much, but just thought of it and sang it.

It will always be dawn.

He will never sing this song again. The night is the dividing line of the day, which means that the past represents many things that must be abandoned, forgotten, and must be forever blocked in the deepest memory, or even forgotten.

...

After being expanded, the Panshi Village Council Hall has now become a tall and spacious mixed brick and stone building.

Tianhao sat on the chair, staring at the ten women kneeling in front of him with a smile on his face.

It's a woman, not a girl.

There was a basket next to each of them. Through the leaves covering the surface, pieces of pickled venison and translucent dried fish could be seen vaguely.

In fact, there are many things in the backpack, including a bag of ground flour, a small bag of coarse salt, and half a piece of coarse cloth.

The textile technology of the Lu people is indeed at the forefront of all tribes, but this does not mean that other tribes do not know how to write fabrics. In comparison, the Lu people have the highest textile efficiency and the quality of cotton and linen cloth is also the best. Taking Panshizhai as an example, although there are also looms, both the output and quality are far less excellent than those of the Lu people.

These things are produced in Panshi Village.

Tianfeng stood on Tianhao's left side. He was mature and capable, and he was the "head of ten people" and was quite prestigious among the villagers. After walking two steps forward, Tianfeng clapped his hands hard. The women kneeling on the ground stood up one after another. They carried their backs and looked at the young leader sitting in the middle of the opposite side, with surprise in their eyes and a little at a loss.

"Go! Remember to come back at the specified time." A smile full of kindness is suitable for this time. Tianhao's words are full of care and potential threats: "I keep my word and hope you don't let me down."

The population sources of Panshi Village are very diverse. At present, the proportion of foreign population is higher than the original group in the village. At this time last year, Fusong was the leader of the village. He was stubborn and exchanged venison for the surname. According to Fusong's original intention, these people who exchanged in will offer sacrifices to the gods during sacrifices. Tianhao stopped all this, but he had to solve the trouble caused to him by too many foreign populations.

Fortunately, from spring to autumn, there was no outbreak of epidemics in the village, and the harvest in the fields was pretty good. The large number of construction projects made the people who were replaced without time to think too much. They were busy every day, and the rich and full food left them without complaints. When the first batch of new houses were built, the big stone in Tianhao's heart finally fell, which meant that the situation in Panshi Village was stabilizing and developing in a more solid direction.

Most of the people who exchanged were women. "Silent, sick, old, weak", this is the most common rule of the population transactions of barbarians in the north, and it is also the order of transactions for the sellers of the population. Fusong is very picky, and he will never ask for disabled or sick people. Older guys will only waste food. Under the premise of cold and hungry, he has the most bargaining chips in his hand. In addition, Fusong has deliberately wanted to sacrifice living people to the gods from the beginning, so most of the people exchanged were unmarried girls, and the number of women was relatively small.

Humans are a kind of social animal, and the saying "one day couple has a hundred days of grace" is also popular in the barbarian world. Barbarian women have a low status. They do not complain about their husbands selling themselves during hunger, obeying the arrangements honestly, and silently accepting the resettlement status after coming to Panshi Village.

Tianhao was not in a hurry to allocate these women. He asked his brother Tianfeng to identify the people who came in, and Ayi was responsible for secretly supervising the women among them. Panshi Village must be united and there must be no external voices.

Outsiders are very satisfied with life here.

But there are still some women who miss their families. They have husbands, parents, and even children.

Let these women who had already started their family before the exchange go back to visit relatives. This is the result of Tianhao discussing with the old priest and Yonggang.

Not everyone can release the order at one time, but must be carried out in batches and in time.

Seeing the women walking out of the meeting hall happily, chirping like birds, walking towards the distant village gate, Tianfeng's eyes became more and more worry-filled. He walked quickly to Tianhao and said with concern: "Ahao, is it too hasty to do this? I don't object to let them go home and have a look, but it may be a little early now, and at least they should be allowed to stay in the village for another year."

The old priest walked over with a smile, with a beautifully crafted crutch in his hand: "Now is the time to let them go back. Don't worry! They will come back."

Tianhao stood up from the chair with a smile. He subconsciously touched the battle axe behind him. This is the habit of the northern barbarians. Men must carry weapons in formal occasions. This is the etiquette evolved from years of brave killing.

Only those who have experienced social changes in the civilized era will understand the importance of "propaganda".

"The situation in our village is much better than in the past." Before Tianhao could speak, the hunting team leader Yonggang was busy explaining to Tianfeng: "There are so much pickled venison in the warehouse. This year, the wheat was collected and only paid 30% to the tribe. The hunting team brought back a lot of prey this time. There is absolutely no problem with the food. We can spend this winter happily."

"The people in the village have new clothes to wear, and we have enough skins to be frozen." The old priest, who was smiling, had a white beard on his chin, trembling: "We still have salt, this is a good thing. Many villages cannot eat it at all, and they cannot get it."

"Yes! We have built a lot of houses this year. I have calculated that they are enough to accommodate two thousand people. If you squeeze them, four thousand will not be a problem." Yonggang, who was full of smiles on his face, echoed.

"So we are short of people now." Tianhao looked at his brother with a calm and wise look: "Let them go back and bring the things produced in our village. Everyone will know the changes in Panshi Village. If you want to eat enough, come over. There is no problem if you want to wear new clothes. Let's open the village door and welcome everyone."

A few people said something, and nodded Tianfeng repeatedly, letting go of his frown, and suddenly enlightened.
Chapter completed!