wild trail

Chapter 92 The feeling of home
Heijiao came over and said to Wang Lang: "Lang, those guys have been washed with water, what should we do with them next?"

Wang Lang looked at Jian Ya and asked, "Have you talked to them before?"

Jian Ya nodded, and said helplessly, "I asked, but they refused to say anything."

"Then you didn't threaten them?"

Jian Ya sighed and said: "Of course I threatened, I even wanted to kill them, but they still refused to say anything."

Wang Lang sneered, and said: "There is no mouth that cannot be opened, but some means are needed, Jiao, you can bring those three people here."

Heijiao said to Wang Lang: "Lang, how about tomorrow, you have been busy since you came back, you haven't eaten yet, take a rest, and deal with those people tomorrow, and the stars..."

Wang Lang understood what she meant, sighed helplessly, looked at Fan Xing not far away who kept watching from here, smiled and nodded towards Fan Xing.

He felt that he was qualified as a patriarch, but his wife was pregnant and he was not around to take care of him. As a husband, he felt that he was very incompetent.

Wang Lang nodded to Hei Jiao and said, "I see, then we'll deal with those people tomorrow, and make sure they don't let them run away."

Heijiao smiled and said: "Don't worry, with their current state, they can't even stand firmly, and they can't run away."

Wang Lang smiled, and waved Hei Jiao to go about his own business.

At this time, Jian Ya pulled Wang Lang, pointed to those escaped slaves and said, "What about these people?"

These slaves who have not recovered from the excitement are all good resources in Wang Lang's view. The most important thing is that there are four or five women among them. Having these women can greatly alleviate the hidden dangers in the tribe. contradiction.

Wang Lang said: "I will find a time tomorrow, and I will talk to them and let them cultivate for a few days. Let's talk about what plans we have in the future!"

In the voices of those fugitive slaves thanking Dade, Wang Lang left these people and came to Fan Xing's side. Jianya stepped aside wisely, and went to study the two giant deer with others.

Wang Lang looked at Fan Xing with a smile. For his wife, he couldn't say whether he liked it or not. He had never considered this matter. He exchanged her from the tribe back then because she was the one he met in this world. The first human being besides herself, and also a woman.

After getting along for so long, Wang Lang is more responsible for Fan Xing. Such illusory things as love and love are too extravagant for him. He stretched out his hand to touch Fan Xing's hair and said: "So, during this time, the body is still Ok!"

Fanxing nodded, and said, "Everything is fine, it's just that my stomach is big, and it's a bit inconvenient to work."

Wang Lang said with a straight face: "If there is any work, let other people do it. The most important thing for you now is to take care of yourself and give birth to your child smoothly."

Fanxing smiled and said, "Lang, we now have our own house."

Wang Lang took Fanxing's hand and said, "The bark and the others told me, let's go, take me to see our house."

Looking at the thatched hut in front of him, Wang Lang smiled. He was in another world, let alone a house, and he couldn't even afford a toilet. Although this thatched hut was extremely simple, it was his home. He himself is an outsider, and only at this moment does he truly feel that he belongs to this world.

Fan Xing said with a smile: "Lang, what do you think? This is built with the help of the tribe. Our house is located in the center of the tribe. The tribe said that this is the position of the patriarch."

Wang Lang nodded and said, "This house is very nice, let's go in and have a look."

Since the sky had already darkened and the inside of the house was pitch-black, he couldn't see anything clearly. Wang Lang lit a branch and looked around the house by the light of the fire.

Looking at this extremely humble house, the first word that came to Wang Lang's mind was barren, but then he laughed at himself. Compared with those tribes who use the sky as their quilt and the earth as their bed, this is already considered a mansion.

He squatted down and touched the hay on the ground, and sighed, he felt that it was really useless for his wife and children to live in such a rough environment.

Walking out of the house, Wang Lang looked at Fan Xing and said, "You can get used to living in this house!"

Fanxing nodded and said, "I'm used to it, it's much better here than in the forest."

Wang Lang shook his head with a smile and said, "Go, let's eat!"

Beside the bonfire, people excitedly told Wang Lang about the changes during this time, but what they were most interested in were the giant deer, and they all wanted to know if they could give some to the grassland.

Jian Ya approached Wang Lang with a playful smile, and said, "Lang, I heard that men in the forest ride this kind of deer. Is it true?"

Wang Lang said with a smile: "If you have anything to say, just say it, are you thinking about those deer?"

Jian Ya scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a chuckle: "The patriarch is still smart, and he can tell at a glance."

Wang Lang smiled lightly and said, "Looking at those two deer, your saliva is almost drooling, your thoughts are almost written on your face."

The other clansmen started to tease Jian Ya one after another. Jian Ya glared at the others, then rubbed his hands and said to Wang Lang, "Can you share it with us?"

Wang Lang nodded and said, "They're all clansmen, why don't you have your share, you can build a fence here after a while, and I'll send some deer over when I go back."

After getting an affirmative answer, people immediately became excited.

Black Horn smiled and said, "Then we will start working tomorrow."

Wang Lang glanced at him without cutting, and said: "Work? Is there enough wood here? Let's start when the wood is delivered later!"

After being splashed with cold water, the people suddenly became wilted, and the nearby groves had been wiped out by them. The only remaining wood is only enough for daily needs, and they can only look at it if they have good things. Ants are generally uncomfortable when they are crawling.

Wang Lang looked at their slumped faces, and said with a smile, "I'll take some of those people back. With these people, it's not difficult to transport wood."

People looked at the escaped slaves on the other side, those smiling escaped slaves who were eating, in their eyes at the moment they were labor force, and now they finally understood the meaning of slavery.

Jian Ya said: "Lang, why don't we also capture some people as slaves."

Wang Lang sighed. He knew that slaves were the most efficient means in an era when tools were not efficient. He was not surprised that people had this idea, but he did not want his tribe to become a slave tribe. He had to do this, and he also hoped to use the atypical slavery system in China since Xia Dynasty to Qin Dynasty.

Wang Lang said to Jian Ya: "What we need to do now is to grow the tribe. It's not impossible to use slaves, but we don't have to take the initiative to catch them. We just need to use captives as slaves."

After hearing Wang Lang's words, Jian Ya looked at the fugitive slaves with some regret.

(End of this chapter)