Chapter 737: It Turns Out to be Xi

The person from the Ministry of War was exceptionally puzzled: "Then, since you originally held such a status, how did you obtain your position in the Yanhu Tribe? How could they submit to you?"

Yinyang recalled the past, recalled his brother who had suddenly died, and still felt some sorrow. The place he said was suitable for them to settle was wrong, yet it was also not wrong; now all the tribesmen were living quite peacefully on this land, and although their status was different, they were still living very well.

Yinyang did not mention his brother's name again, only saying: "This, I cannot explain clearly either. At the time, it was just me and my brother, along with our woman, who escaped together from the collapsed cave, and after picking up a Weapon, we left the Jiangshui Tribe."

But who could have known that many people would follow behind us? They followed us as we walked, and those who survived in the end, who were always willing to follow us, gradually began to listen to us. My brother eventually became the Tribal Chief of that small tribe of ours. It is a pity, though; we had just found a good place to settle and hadn't lived a good life for even a few days before he died. Didn't I come here, too?

If you want to find people familiar with the surrounding tribes, you should look for those who are older; they may have seen more and heard more, and will be clearer about these things."

The people from the Ministry of War looked at each other; the way the Tribal Chief of this tribe came to be was somewhat inexplicable. However, since Yinyang could not be used, and he did not take the initiative to request to go, then they would not bother with him. Such a good opportunity, yet he could not grasp it.

The person from the Ministry of War waved his hand, letting Yinyang continue to work, and they had to go to other places to find suitable people. But they had only walked a few steps when one of the Soldiers suddenly said "Eh?": "He just said 'their woman', so is the woman he has now also the one who belonged to him and his brother before?"

The others also immediately stopped in their tracks, staring at him with strange eyes: "You kid, you listen carefully and think a lot. However, this is not impossible. Then, his child..."

Several people shook their heads meaningfully and stopped mentioning the matter, simply treating it as a small embellishment in a boring life, not paying too much attention to it, and continued on to get busy.

After several days of searching, and with the Slaves volunteering themselves, they finally gathered enough guides. What they did not expect was that Xi was actually among them. They also only now learned that Xi was the one with the highest status among these remaining people of the Jiangshui Tribe.

These people were all those who were relatively familiar with the situation around the Jiangshui Tribe and were also relatively knowledgeable about the surrounding tribes. One of them even had many contacts with several small surrounding tribes and could be considered a Soldier who specialized in contacting those few tribes. This person could be counted as an unexpected surprise for Huaxia.

Because Xi had a high status, he understood more; he knew of many tribes that others did not know about. Although he was no longer a Slave, he was clearer than the other Slaves about what this promotion opportunity meant for him.

Having understood the official system of Huaxia, Xi certainly wanted to strive for it, to make his status higher and restore his past glory. It would be even better if he could be more prestigious than he was in the Jiangshui Tribe.

But a person who only knew how to play musical instruments did not have much competitiveness in Huaxia, and he had no support in Huaxia. Now, the children who followed him to learn musical instruments—whose parents were not officials of various departments in Huaxia? If they had Xi's level of skill, then their future path would certainly be much easier to walk than Xi's.

Xi was already very clear about this point, so he decided to make a desperate effort. As long as he could succeed, he could truly enter the leadership of the Ministry of Rites and participate in political decision-making. If he did more practical work, his chances for promotion would be even greater.

The personnel were decided, and the time was about right. Although the leaves had not yet started to turn yellow, the journey was relatively long. If Huaxia wanted to occupy a proactive position before the gathering began, then they had to leave a bit earlier. Moreover, leaving early and trying to return early could avoid the impact of the sudden drop in temperature in Winter.

This time there was no grand farewell ceremony, and Shaoyin was not as worried about his father. The last time was because of him, and his father had to go to a strange place to open up new territory for Huaxia.

But this time it was different. A team with such a configuration could easily flatten a small tribe, not to mention that they were carrying so much Explosive. Even if they charged into the territory of the Wulenge Tribe and went on a killing spree, they could still return safely.

The current Shaoyin had also successfully become a father. He also felt how much pressure one needed to bear as a father. He used to be able to go to Xiao Town to make contributions without fear, but now that he had a child and a complete home, his desire to go to Xiao Town was not that strong. However, this was also his dream and his most important opportunity for the future; others wanted it but could not have it, so he absolutely could not give up this opportunity.

On the day before the team set off, Baifeng and Xiong had a secret discussion. After the discussion ended, Xiong had an extra, very strange thing in his hand wrapped in cloth. Xiong carried it with him, and could even, for its sake, not carry his own Knife.

Huaxia had already used the simple method of using Gunpowder to make a Bomb to the extreme; it was nothing more than various shapes of Explosive Pack.

Baifeng gathered the technical talents in this area together to establish a Gunpowder research laboratory, letting them work on the ratio of Gunpowder and improve the Gunpowder. Although the progress was extremely slow, there were still some results.

In the past, what Baifeng feared most was the leakage of the Gunpowder formula, so he always mixed it himself. The Workers he used were all Slaves who could never leave that area for their entire lives. Later, because they also had enough merit, Baifeng cancelled their Slave status; after all, the Slaves from the same period as them had long since become tenant farmers and had even moved into their own houses.

Their contributions were even greater than those people's, so they could not remain Slaves forever. Plus, the work they did was repetitive day after day, and it was so dangerous, and they could only be locked in such a small place; Baifeng was afraid that their minds would become twisted after a long time.

As long as any problem occurred in that area, it could not be a small problem. As long as a spark was seen, those few rooms and the land beneath them would definitely disappear, and the talents cultivated would also vanish into thin air.

Thus, Baifeng upgraded their status from Slaves, and they became people of the Ministry of Works. They were not even tenant farmers, but Workers who received wages, only that compared to other Workers, the restrictions were much greater.