Chapter 122: The Virginity of a Mare

Chengzhou is surrounded by mountains, and the most famous one is the sacred mountain Gogong. The tall mountains lie in the southwest, which separate the water from the sea. It is hard and soft without springs, and the sky is rare in sweet rain. On the vast grassland, even short trees that are higher than the hips cannot grow.

Tribes that live on nomads must strictly control the population and the number of pastures, otherwise a heavy snow will cause them to be hungry and injured.

But even if you are careful, every few winters, there are still small tribes who disappear deep into the grassland. Some are due to natural disasters, while others are **.

In winter, two tribes that nomadly travel to the same pasture will have the most violent battle. The winner will kill them, slaughter them, slaughter them, sing and dancing, and the losers will lose everything and seek to survive in winter.

When resources are extremely poor, there is no difference between humans and wild animals.

In fact, Chengzhou was not like this at the beginning. As a practitioner who visualized the power of totem and achieved blessings by ancestors, Chengzhou herders were the oldest powerful empire in Xihe.

They never farm, but they set up Malongzhou every early autumn to rob everything.

At its peak, there were more than a dozen golden tribes on the Chengzhou grassland, but this glory soon disappeared.

As for the practice, it is easier for strong people to be born by farming civilization to delay gratification.

Except for a very few bloodline people, most of the warriors of the Chengzhou tribe did not have the patience to complete the accumulation of the transformation from the mortal world to the evil realm.

So much so that the tribal combat power on the Chengzhou grassland is mostly composed of transcendent heroes and ordinary warriors.

For nomadic civilization, such a combat power structure not only maintains low losses but also ensures sufficient aggressiveness, which is more suitable.

Just like all successful people, I wish I could let time stay there forever.

But those aristocratic families that were plundered in a few moments would not be willing to do so, either migrating or uniting, and the golden tribe soon declined.

As warriors in the aristocratic family appear, every time they robbed, they fight with their lives. The fact that hundreds of horses go to ten horses often happens, and the originally wealthy tribe will soon weaken.

The difficulty of the aristocratic family system is that once a force advantage is established, it is difficult to turn the tables on stable farming and harvesting.

The territory occupied by more than a dozen golden tribes was eroded by various aristocratic families in Chengzhou, and finally drove all tribes to the barren Tianshan grassland.

If the tribes at that time could let go of their grudges and join forces, they might have regained several cities of abundant resources from the aristocratic families. Unfortunately, the hatred they each fought and accumulated made these tribes unable to form a formation when they were expelled.

The Canglang tribe is a descendant of the Golden Tribe and is also the most powerful tribe at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

But such a powerful tribe is still powerless in the face of aristocratic families. Every winter, aristocratic families will enter the winter camp to "buy".

Take away a large amount of cattle, sheep, jade, and salt accumulated by the tribe, and then throw away a few bags of grain as exchange.

If a tribe dares to resist, then the strong men in the aristocratic family will kill all the warriors in that movie.

"There is not enough food, it's because there are more big belly guys."

The warrior standing in the pile of corpses wiped away the blood on his hands with a veil and said calmly to countless pairs of hatred eyes: "If these people die, isn't food enough?"

Facing the warriors who are like gods in the aristocratic family, the tribe has no courage to resist at all.

The golden tribe once imposed on the Chengzhou family, but now it has been rewarded exponentially to future generations.

The hatred that swells in my heart is like the ice that has not melted over the Tianshan Mountains for billions of years, making the already poor and backward tribe more closed and xenophobic.

Whenever outsiders appear, the tribal boys will have endless hatred in their eyes. This is also the foundation for Longzhou to say that the grassland is in a bad place.

For Bartel, all outside the grasslands are enemies.

Until that day, the Heavenly Girl appeared in Dongyingpan and knocked down the tribes to the ground like a natural warrior.

The three young people believed that Yun Xiu must be the messenger sent by the Heavenly Heaven, with the purpose of saving the suffering Canglang tribe.

Especially when angels could communicate with them in tribal language, the young people in the Canglang tribe believed their speculation even more.

The Angel said that the Golden Tribe had already paid back the owed Chengzhou family;

The angel said there were good people and bad people outside. If you want to completely change the situation of the tribe, you can only rely on these young people;

The angel said that she would let rice grow in the grasslands at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, and in the future, the tribe will not worry about having no food during the winter!

The old man in the tribe said that this woman was a demon who came to deceive the lives of young people, but Bartel and the young people did not think so.

Although young people who grew up on the grasslands understand that crops cannot grow in the grasslands, at that moment, they are willing to give up their reason and believe them desperately.

Dozens of young men followed Yunxiu foolishly to the foot of Tianshan Mountain, and took tools to dig ditches on a hard and dry land at the foot of the mountain.

No one asks where the water comes from. Every day, it is just a repetitive work, but it can feel calm and happy.

For the Canglang tribe, who has long been accustomed to despair, this kind of thing will no longer dare to hope for it.

As long as they can continue to stay with the angels, they will be able to be peaceful and happy. As for those beautiful promises, they cannot believe them.

Dozens of young and strong men from the Canglang tribe just numbly dig the reservoir, as if they were expecting a hole in the sky and then falling into the water.

"Ha, it's not impossible, right?"

Bartel persuaded him without any confidence to his already bored partner.

In the eyes of everyone who looked at him as if he was a fool, a clear spring was left from the Tianshan Mountains and poured into the reservoir they dug.

"Gulu, Gulu"

The young man stared blankly at the pool being filled little by little, muttering "miracle" in his mouth.

In the most difficult winter on the grassland, the first batch of crops grew up in the world. Feeling the warmth in the clouds, the young people burst into tears.

Dig canals to store water, build several warm arrays on the Tianshan Mountains, and build several Mu Towns at the foot of the mountain. As long as the formation is activated, ice and snow will turn into gurgling water on the Tianshan Mountains to irrigate the fields, and there will be warm houses on the ground like the spring and autumn of the spring and autumn of the rivers, and there are several crops suitable for the growth of dry land.

The so-called miracle is about wearing these worthless things, but it is all hope for the grassland tribe.

The young man ran home barefoot with his receipt, and the news soon spread on the grassland.

All tribes sent representatives to see the god-level, and the initial young people also became leaders of all sizes.

They led their tribe members to dig on the original Qutang. Seeing that the fields that were difficult to irrigate were getting bigger and bigger, the tribe's worries became heavier and heavier.

As the news spread, spies from aristocratic families continued to appear on the grassland. They looked coldly at the busy construction site, and the paper and pen in their hands kept recording.

From their eyes, it seems that we can see that these hard-earned land will eventually turn into ashes.

The feeling of despair spread in my heart. The angel who came down from the mountain took out a flag from somewhere and inserted it openly on the edge of the pool.

He comforted them: "As long as this flag is here, the aristocratic families in Chengzhou will not dare to make things difficult for you."
Chapter completed!