Chapter 850: To Be Told by Others

As for the matter of stealing the pigeons, it could be considered resolved. The losses of the Huaxia Tribe could not be recovered; after all, the pigeons were already in the bellies of those few savages. Cutting off their hands, driving them out of the tribe, and turning their entire tribe into Slaves was merely to vent anger and intimidate the remaining tribes; it did not yield any practical benefits.

Although the Zhangshan Tribe had become Slaves and it was said they would be distributed among the remaining tribes, none of those tribes dared to divide up the Slaves. Huaxia could not be bothered to waste time on this matter; if they didn't dare, they didn't dare. Once they reached Huaxia, they would certainly all scramble for them. The biggest problem now was to hurry on the journey first.

The people of the Zhangshan Tribe dared not harbor grievances against Huaxia, nor did they dare to run away. They did not believe they could escape from the hands of Huaxia. If their status had not changed, leaving the Huaxia Tribe might not have been a problem, but now that they had become Slaves, they were the property of Huaxia. If they dared to run away, they would have to consider whether Huaxia would use Heavenly Thunder to blast them.

The journey continued as before. Next, Xiong had to see what the situation was with the people of the Chishe. He hoped they would not waste his time.

After Ma had been blasted unconscious back then, Xiong had already left and did not wait for this Tribal Chief to wake up. Therefore, Ma was completely unaware of the negotiations between Xiong and the tribesmen of the Chishe.

After Ma woke up, he actually experienced a brief period of amnesia and almost couldn't even remember who he was. Fortunately, the tribesmen were good enough to him; after caring for him for a few days, Ma's memory recovered. It was just that walking was still somewhat difficult, he was often dizzy and nauseated, and his ears often oozed pus.

The first thing he remembered was that terrifying thunder, to the extent that for the rest of his life, he was extremely afraid of the sound of thunder. It could even be said that whenever it thundered, he felt dizzy and nauseated. It could be called a physiological injury that caused a permanent psychological trauma. Huaxia could not possibly perform desensitization therapy for him, and furthermore, Huaxia did not even have this concept.

After days of recounting by his tribesmen, Ma finally accepted the matter. After all, it was he who had been ignorant and arrogant and wanted to put on a show back then; who knew that Huaxia was truly that powerful? If, as Huaxia said, the benefits they could get after joining Huaxia were even greater, then at this season, it would not allow their entire tribe to migrate. Where could they move to? How could they find a suitable territory for survival in a short time?

As for his Tribal Chief position, several Soldiers had already fled, and it had even been a long time since Huaxia had left, yet they had not returned. Ma also deemed those few people as traitors to the tribe and would no longer bother with them. The Chishe did not need those people, and those people would find it hard to survive in the wilderness for too long; they would die sooner or later, so there was no need to worry about them.

Those who were blasted unconscious with him basically developed the same symptoms as him. For many days in a row, they could not even walk and relied entirely on the help of their tribesmen to recover.

Now, besides their normal hunting and gathering, they were waiting for Huaxia to come find them again with a strange feeling. They had even prepared their luggage; as soon as Huaxia arrived, they could move immediately.

When Xiong came over again, he did not expect it to be such a situation. It was far smoother than he had imagined. The once-tough Ma now had a friendly and humble attitude and had thoroughly recognized his position. Without Xiong even needing to speak, he had already said he could leave with Huaxia at any time.

The people who came this time were still the same ones. The rest of the main force was still waiting and resting at the water source to replenish their water supply, but they did not set up camp. Xiong believed it would not take that long and there was no need to waste time.

Fu had even prepared his own persuasive words, determined to take his tribesmen away, but the obvious change in the Tribal Chief's attitude also shocked him.

On the way down the mountain, Ma took the initiative to find Fu to ask about more things related to Huaxia. Without a word, Fu tore open his clothes to let Ma look at his arm.

"Look, Tribal Chief, I was shot straight through here by them. I thought I wouldn't survive, but they still cured me. Now there's only a scar left; it doesn't hurt at all, and I have no problem working."

"Think about it, what was my status at the time? They were still able to cure me. If we become Huaxia's people, it will definitely be even better."

Compared to that scar, what shocked Ma more was Fu's body. After leaving for such a short time, Fu had actually become visibly fatter. His body, which originally had no meat, now looked much more robust.

"Hey, is Huaxia not short of food? Have you been eating especially well during this time?" Ma asked Fu in a low voice.

Speaking of this, Fu became excited and almost couldn't control his voice: "Tribal Chief, you don't know how good Huaxia's food is. I can eat three meals a day! I eat as soon as the fixed time arrives, and they give me as much as I can eat. They are never afraid of me eating too much. They are the same. We people haven't gone hungry for a single day during this time. That feeling of being full in the belly is really too comfortable."

"And not only is it filling, but the food is also especially fragrant—more fragrant than anything I've ever eaten. Especially those oil scraps; they feel even better than meat and keep you full for a long time. There is salt in the food every day."

"Huaxia is not short of salt at all. You haven't seen it; when they are at a gathering, they don't do any work. They even use salt to trade for firewood, letting others go find it. They are even more generous when trading; they give salt away freely."

Then, Fu mysteriously leaned his mouth to Ma's ear and said: "Tribal Chief, I even saw them give a lot of salt directly to several tribes. They didn't ask for anything; they just gave it away. Others didn't see it, but I did."

Ma was greatly shocked: "Give it away!" Realizing his voice was too loud, Ma immediately lowered his voice: "Give away salt? Is this true? How precious is salt."

Xiong heard that sound just now. He and the Soldiers just turned their heads to look and that was it; they didn't pay too much attention. Because it was Ma and Fu chatting, and Fu and the others had already been accepted—he was still a hardworking and uncomplaining person who could be considered to have a little bit of cleverness. If he was willing to learn in Huaxia, it was still possible for him to do better in the future.

Fu talked the whole way in Ma's ear about how rich and powerful Huaxia was, how Huaxia easily killed thousands of people, how generous Huaxia was when trading, and the precious treasures of Huaxia. He told Ma about the Wine he had drunk, vividly and colorfully. He was so engrossed in his storytelling later on that he couldn't control his voice.

The Soldiers held back their laughter and didn't say a word. This was the effect they wanted. The power spoken of by others' mouths was far better than saying it oneself.