Mountain Wild Clouds

Chapter 396 The Vast Sky Cliff Is My Love

There are really very few people who have controlled absolute power, if they are not greedy for power.

Self-aware salted fish like Yunbuliu are still in the minority after all.Of course, this is also because in the primitive era, the sense of expectation for this era is not strong.

Power means controlling others, money and beauty, but in this primitive era, Yun Buliu somewhat despises these things.

Controlling others means that he has to spend more time doing other things, and with his current status, he can't mess around, he can't engage in hegemony, and he doesn't have this hobby.

After a lot of work, I still serve the tribal people in the end.

Money, this is even more unnecessary for him. All monks are actually walking money printing machines. If you spend a little time, you will have endless money. It is nothing more than a little mental effort.

Beauty, what kind of beauty can there be in this primitive era?
So he can concentrate on being a salted fish, silently waiting for his wife to return, waiting for his wife and children to be hot on the kang in the future, and lead a happy life of salted fish.

All other troublesome things, leave it to those professionals to solve it!

There is a specialization in the art industry!
That's why he decided to go back to the lakeside, write the book of formation techniques and runes, and teach a few more disciples. If there is anything in the future, the disciples will do their best and don't disturb his life as a salted fish.

In terms of refining tools, he already has a little foundation, and in the future he will at most learn alchemy.

If there is such a day in the distant future, the former force will fight over and come to this world again, and if it can beat it, it will fight it, and if it can't beat it, it will surrender.

If you are not allowed to surrender, then pull a few backs.This was also the trick his wife An Ran gave him back then, and he thought it should work.

Therefore, he can understand the thoughts of these tribal leaders, but he doesn't agree with them. A small tribe with a population of tens of thousands is not as big as a township in the global village!

Of course, this is just his complaint. In comparison, the power of the tribal leader is much stronger than that of the head of the township. After all, the head of the township is also in charge of the head of the county.

In this primitive tribe, the leader is the biggest one, and there are no natural enemies on it.At most, there is a witch watching them from the sidelines, preventing them from doing anything excessive.

So they would be greedy for this kind of power, Yun Buliu could understand.

So he gave them a trick, "It's very simple! The divided stockade can be commanded by the deputy leader of the tribe, and report to the leader once a month... The tribe can set up a patrol team and return it to the leader. Direct jurisdiction, the deputy commander assigned to manage the village is only responsible for managing the work of the village, for hunting, the two villages can be together..."

Yun Buliu's idea is nothing more than dividing a township into several villages, so that the head of the township can directly manage the village cadres.To put it bluntly, there is no technical content, just trivial.

If he was allowed to do this by himself, he would really not like it, after all, there would be no benefit.

But he is still very happy to offer a trick to others and use his words.

You see, he has gained another wave of admiration and gratitude.Although it is useless to worship and appreciate these things, these tribal leaders speak well!

……

Back to the lakeside, bid farewell to the leaders of the six major tribes, the life of Yunbuliu has returned to its original state.

Without the entanglement of many trivial matters in the academy, he can experience the sense of freedom again from sleeping until he wakes up naturally.It's just that because the biological clock has been fixed, he will basically wake up when the time comes, and if he doesn't wake up, there will be birds singing to wake him up.

Although it was already winter, there were still many birds in the mountains.

When I got up in the morning and opened the door, a chill hit me, and the world outside was completely white.

"Hey! It's snowing!" Yun Buliu laughed.

The industrious little Xiangji has already swept away the snow in front of the door and on the terrace, and now she is happily cooking porridge on the grass below, humming "the vast sky cliff is my love...".

Yun Buliu didn't know when she learned it, listening to this song, he always felt full of disobedience, and the corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably.

Have you ever sung this song in front of her?Yun Buliu couldn't believe it, how could he sing such an earthy song?When did you sing it again?Surely it wasn't me!
Yun Buliu shook his head, denying the matter in his heart.

"Brother Yun, you're up! I've already cooked porridge, come and eat!"

Seeing Yun Buliu stepping down from the cliff with his hands behind his back, Xiao Xiangji waved her little hand to him, beckoning him to eat.

This made Yun Buliu feel as if a snail girl had entered the house.

The only fly in the ointment is that the snail is too small.

Pooh!
What am I thinking, I am a man with a wife!

Yun Buliu hurriedly straightened his three views again, and calmly came to the lake, "Let it cool for a while, and I will punch first!"

A big watermelon...

On the surface of the lake, the wind and snow were fluttering, and a figure moved slowly on the surface of the lake, as if startled.

Affected by him, the surrounding wind and snow drifted towards him one after another. Not long after, a snowball gathered in front of him.

After half an hour, the ball of snow had turned into a large ball several meters in diameter.

Only then did Yun Buliu send the big snowball into the sky, "Let's go!"

bah...

The snowball rose into the air, exploded again, turned into snowflakes again, and scattered in all directions.

Yun Buliu flicked his sleeves, walked back to the lake calmly with his hands behind his back, the little fur ball appeared on his shoulder with a whistling sound, Yun Buliu casually probed it and grabbed it in his hand.

Then the electric current sizzled all over the little hairball, Yun Buliu shook a few times, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of green smoke, and the instant noodle hair on his head became fluffy again.

But the next moment, under the influence of his mental power, the fluffy hairstyle returned to its original state.

"Cool!"

Yun Buliu let out a cry, threw the fur ball away, twisted his neck, and felt full of strength again.

The figure of the little furball flashed, and it had already appeared on the giant wooden pile, lowering its head and gnawing on the delicious fried steak that Xiao Xiangji made for it.

Huzi came out of the woods, roared at them, then turned around and went back.

As their size continued to grow, the living conditions naturally became worse. They were basically treated like sleeping on the streets. Compared with the original, the treatment was quite worse.

The little furball gnawed on the steak two or three times, and then pushed the little pot forward, Yunbuliu saw its quick movements, and said, "Nothing to do in winter, go back to the house and write..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the little furball disappeared with a whooping sound.

In the grove, there were the babbling of the little furball and the roar of the tiger, and then the two voices gradually drifted away.

Yun Buliu: "..."

Xiao Xiangji: "Brother Yun, let's eat porridge!"

(End of this chapter)