Mystery Makes Me Strong

The astrologer followed Nio away cursingly.

Why didn't he realize that his companion and rival in love was such a ruthless person?

Well, if you don't speak harshly, you don't dare to face the stake.

Generally weak people will change their views, or simply flee, instead of staying and dying to stick to the theory.

Fortunately, they were lucky and found the hunter's lodge.

They waited for two hunters, one old and one young.

The old one is about forty or fifty years old?

After asking, I realized that the old hunter was only twenty-seven years old, and the other party didn't even know his own age. It wasn't until Nile asked him how many times he had seen the leaves turn yellow. With the help of the young man, he managed to count to two. The number seventeen.

The young man is only twelve years old, and the relationship between father and son, in fact, the old hunter can only count to fifteen.

The only fortunate thing is that he can understand what the other party is saying.

He is sure that he has not learned this primitive language, it should be the power given to him by the devil.

The devil gave me the power of darkness, and I use it to find the light of reason.

Nile cheered himself up like this.

The astrologer couldn't understand the other party's "squeaky" words, and before he knew it, he was reduced to the position of Nile's servant and entourage.

Two hunters led them out of the forest.

This walk is a full two days.

Without a hunter to guide them, they would have to get lost in the mountains.

Finally, on the plain below the mountain, they met a tribe...

Nile quickly relied on his language and cultural advantages, and was able to count, becoming the tribe's most popular guest.

The astrologer worked hard to learn the language. Before he learned the language, he couldn't get rid of the status of his entourage.

Nillo then tried to open a school to teach them mathematics and astronomy, but unfortunately no one in the tribe sent their children to study.

The chief told him that everyone was too poor, and children had to learn to look for food from the age of three.

Nillo was not surprised by this, because the place where he came from was also poor, and the children of the poor had to learn how to work as soon as they could walk.

Three-year-old children also have to learn to collect firewood after adults.

So what to do?

At this time, a word suddenly came to mind.

"productive forces."

"What is productivity?" He asked inexplicably.

He knows "production" and he also knows "force". Together, he can't figure it out.

Production power?

He thought about it.

Then he began to observe the living conditions of the tribe.

Mainly rely on fishing, hunting and gathering, only a little agriculture, that is, take care of some wild fruit trees, plant the leftover fruits at will, and wait for them to grow into forests by themselves.

As for the crops of barley, oats and rye, or even wheat, they had never heard of them at all.

This kind of life is obviously very unstable, even nobles are difficult to produce, no wonder it is impossible to open a school.

He should teach these people how to develop agriculture.

But where do the seeds come from?

"Is there a port near here?" he asked the chief.

The chief shook his head, not saying that there was no such thing, but that he did not understand what port meant.

"There are a lot of places with a lot of water, and then there are some wooden bridges, and many boats pass by." He can only briefly describe it.

"The Gangjin tribe has several bridges like this, and boats pass by, but they are far away from us. It takes five days to walk, and they only go when changing the salt." The chief gestured with difficulty.

Change the salt?

I understand that salt is also a valuable condiment among them. Only the nobles can often afford it, and the poor can only eat a little for many years, and many people get sick because of it.

Salt?

It suddenly occurred to him that when he was wandering in the forest before, he noticed a stone wall that seemed to have traces of animals licking it.

Nile often communicated with the sailors, and when he understood their positioning needs for the stars, he also learned some trade knowledge.

For example, salt is very expensive, and it is a hard currency, because it will not deteriorate and can be stored for a long time. As long as it is placed in a bucket, even if it is soaked in water, it can be dried in the sun without loss.

In inland areas, sometimes two sheep can exchange two catties of salt.

But it is very difficult to buy a large amount of salt, and only those big nobles and big merchants can get the supply.

So Nilo set the goal of changing the life of the tribe on salt.

Only at night, the astrologer found him: "I found that you seem to have a problem."

"What's the problem?" Nilo was writing and drawing on a dried clay tablet. He wanted to make a map, a map leading to the salt wall.

"You don't think about how to go home, and you think about improving the lives of these barbarians all day long. Are you sick?" The astrologer looked at him like a fool.

Niluo looked at his rival with the same gaze: "I will be burned to death when I go back, stay here, I am a distinguished guest, the chief's guest, which side do you think I will choose?"

"After you go back, you can give up your own doctrine."

"No, I will stay here. These savages are like blank slates that can be smeared on at will. They can easily accept my doctrine, and no one will disagree with me."

"That's because they don't have nobles and churches here yet, and when they have nobles and churches, they won't like your theory." The astrologer despised.

"So I can't let these two things appear." Niluo said firmly.

"You are so naive. Actually, when you are obsessed with improving their lives, I have already discovered that someone is targeting us." The astrologer sneered.

"who?"

"A witch who dances the Great God, she often looks at you with vicious eyes, because of your arrival, her status in the tribe plummeted. For example, if you cured the child's high fever with a kind of bark, she would yell This is the means of the devil." The astrologer reminded.

"Can you understand what they are saying?"

"certainly."

"That's right, you've always been good at listening to women." Nilu teased.

"Hmph, if it wasn't because we are from the same place, I wouldn't have reminded you, that witch is gathering people and looking for your flaws, as long as she finds out, you and I will be kicked out, or burned to death .” The astrologer looked out the window.

"Hey..." Niluo let out a long sigh, feeling a little helpless.

Relying on individual strength alone is too meager.

But he still has to do it.

But the goal has to be changed, to improve the life of the tribe a little bit, and then he has to find someone to engrave his own doctrines on stones, engrave them on slates, and then send them out.

In short, he wants to leave a reputation.

…………

ten years later.

Nillo was still burned to death. The salt mine he discovered became the source of wealth for the tribe and attracted coveted by other tribes.

After several attacks, the tribe suffered huge losses and had to migrate to more barren mountains and forests. Many people began to miss the poor but stable days in the past.

During the migration, the witch took the opportunity to say that he was a devil and that he brought disaster to the tribe.

Although the chief tried his best to stop him, his prestige was greatly lost, and he couldn't stop the anger of the tribe who lost his family.

They hanged Nero and burned him.

The astrologer slipped away early.

Nillo made no complaints, but told the chief to keep his slate.

The Chief nodded in agreement.

When Nero was reduced to ashes in the flames, he disappeared again.

...

He and the astrologer reappeared in that forest...

"Didn't I already run away? I don't want to be with you!" the astrologer cursed.

Niluo was very relieved, he understood that it should be the devil who gave him another life.

Although the astrologer is his rival in love, judging from the experience of the previous life, the other party is still a very sensible partner.

Although she was very angry with him from time to time, she never cheated him.

And when you think about it carefully, there is no hostile relationship between the two parties: Mrs. Arnst was with the astrologer only after he was sure that he was burned to death.

"This is all arranged by the Lord."

"It's obviously the devil's arrangement!"

"No, think about it, isn't this really good? To some extent, we have actually come to heaven and gained eternal life. We can be resurrected continuously like the Lord." Niluo comforted his companion.

"Oh...that's correct." The astrologer's heart became hot.

In his last life, he spent more than half a year just learning the local language. Afterwards, he came and went, but he didn't make a name for himself. The main reason was that his major was not the right one.

This time, he will seize the opportunity to become the guest of the great chief, and even become the king.