Chapter 114: Tribal territory

The interior of the stockade where the Daqin people lived was basically no different from the original tribe.
Lin Chi walked into the gate, and the first thing that caught the eye was a half-cut forest, and a simple thatched cottage.
The residents of this place have only tattered pieces of cloth for the body, and the tools used to make vegetables are also made of stone.
If it wasn't for the simple organ dolls responsible for guarding and transporting goods, I could still see the style of the organ city. Lin Chi thought that he had changed the map in the middle and entered the original jungle scene.
Seeing the incomparable appearance of the residents, Lin Chi asked casually: "Why don't you leave the city?"
Hearing this, the ragged, unkempt boy who just opened the door, his face suddenly showed an angry expression, like an angry beast:
"Why are you leaving? This is our land!" said the juvenile boy who shouted.
"You lived here before the appearance of the government city?" Lin Chi immediately understood the meaning of the other party.
It sounds like the relationship between the Daqin people and the government city is basically equivalent to the relationship between the Indians and the United States. After the arrival of the builders, they began to persecute the local aborigines, and the only hope for the aborigines to turn over, Qin General, was also assassinated by the traitors.
Although Lin Chi admitted that these aborigines are very good, but...
"You are too bad." Lin Chi shook his head.

The official government officially prohibits any merchant from selling goods to us. We are all self-sufficient.
Here, the boy’s tone is also a little grateful:
It’s Mr. Wei Tian who created these organ dolls for us. Helped us a lot!"
"There is indeed his style." Lin Chimu sent a skeleton figure exposed by the skeleton, passing in front of himself. Needless to say, it is known that Shen Wenchong made it by looking at the strange shape and the heavy makeup that has not completely disappeared from the face.
After learning that the visitor was a friend of Mr. Wei Tian, ​​the residents of this tribe had a much better attitude. Under the addition of the 120-point prestige value of Lin Chi, these Daqin people have almost reached the level of knowing nothing.
However, Lin Chi soon noticed that the residents here are not the same as the rest of the organ city, regardless of their accent or grammar.
"Your dialect?" He asked the boy.
"This grammar is commonly used by General Qin, and we are called 'Da Qin dialect'." Here, the young man proudly stands up: "General Qin was the vanguard of conquering Greece!"
"It's a pity that he passed away." Lin Chi sighed.
As soon as I talked about this topic, the juvenile's emotions suddenly fell down and said, "We will find the twenty-five babies and put his body on the stakes!"
Seeing that the boy was angry, Lin Chi patted his shoulder and whispered: "You take me inside to visit, then go to see your patriarch, how?"
- Seeing the reaction of the boy, he decisively dismissed the idea of ​​taking out the dark sword directly. If the inhabitants here saw the dark sword in their hands, they would probably be mistaken for killing the traitor of General Qin and then succumbing to the group. Hey.
At that time, even if you can kill the inhabitants here, the task of the Dark Sword will fail.
Thinking of this, Lin Chi also directly chose the random response, first look at where to receive the task, and then make the next step.
Following the teenager’s turn in a small village, Lin Chi was like a leader who went to the countryside to
seek the people’s feelings
. While helping the residents, he asked a lot of questions, from the old lady’s wife to the farmer. Everything is done, but it does not trigger any task.
- In this case, the task should be triggered by the patriarch.
When thinking about it, the boy’s voice interrupted his thoughts:
"The patriarch lives here."
Lin Chi looked up and looked at the thatched cottage that was slightly larger than the other thatched cottages. Obviously, even the patriarch here did not have a good living environment.
Before he visited the patriarch, the teenager first walked into the house and said a few words. When he came out again, he smiled and nodded to Lin:
"The patriarch said that you can come in."
Just now Lin Chi’s act of
helping others to be happy
was seen by the teenager. This young boy who did not know much about the world did not think much. He only thought that Lin Chi was a good person and his evaluation was also much higher.
Lin Chi pushed open the broken wooden door of the huts and walked into the dimly lit room. A smoky smog came and he coughed.
"Hello." He greeted the middle-aged man leaning against the "chair."
The furnishings in the hut are extremely simple, with only one bed, two chairs and a table. The two wooden chairs can't be moved at all, because they are cut from a stump exposed on the ground...
A middle-aged man with a shackled scorpion, sitting on a chair against a wall, holding a wooden broken pipe in his hand, and dropping several Mars from time to time, not only worried about the clothes made of leaves and hides on his body. Will it suddenly catch fire.
"That kid said to me." The patriarch put down the pipe and seriously looked at Lin Chi: "Are you a friend of Mr. Wei Tian?"
Facing the patriarch, Lin Chi smiled and said the fact straightly:
"No, Mr. Wei Tian is actually my men."
When the words came out, the patriarch suddenly widened his eyes: "What do you say?"
The old man who claimed to be Mr. Wei Tian, ​​in the eyes of the Daqin people, can already be said to be a godly existence.
- Is this young man in front of him really an employer of Mr. Wei Tian?
The patriarch stood up in suspicion, his eyes staring at Lin Chi’s face, and his body was full of smoke:
"Kid, are you not kidding?"
"Would you like to call him over and let him personally tell you?" Lin Chi said seriously: "But he is studying the equipment now, afraid that there is no time."
Seeing that Lin was full of confidence, it was not like lying. Although there was some doubt, the tone of the patriarch was milder: "Don't say this, do you have anything?"
"I want to inform you a good news." Lin Chi made a mysterious smile, pulling out the dark hilt from his backpack.
Seeing the weapons used by General Qin in the past, the patriarch’s eyes were rounded and the voice began to tremble:
"This... is... a dark sword?"
"Mr. Wei Tian and I have already killed the traitors who betrayed General Qin and regained the weapons of the generals." Lin Chi stood in the middle of the house, with an unprecedented firmness in his tone.
"This..." The pipe in the hands of the patriarch fell on the ground. The previous calmness has already been thrown into the clouds: "I have to discuss with the elders."
- Until then, the task of the Dark Sword was still not triggered, but after seeing the status of this "primitive tribe" and these poor but strong residents, Lin Chi had a new plan.
"Wait."
Lin Chi called the patriarch who was about to leave the hut and seriously said his proposal:
"You and your people, do you want to join the brotherhood you created? We will overthrow the decaying rule of the city and let your people receive fair treatment."