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This is the situation in the mountainside village, with a population of less than 100 and less than 20 warriors in the hunting team.

This is because the environment outside the mountain is relatively safe and stable, and the population ratio is easier to control. Whether it is death or birth, there will be no drastic changes.

The villages inside the mountain are a little different.

Their hunting casualties may be greater. Sometimes when they encounter particularly ferocious lord-level beasts, the hunting team may even be wiped out.

Therefore, the population of these villages in the mountains must be larger, so the reserve population will be relatively larger.

And with a large population, there will be more young and middle-aged warriors who can participate in the hunting team.

In order to prevent the situation of group annihilation, their hunting team is usually divided into several teams, and they go to several different directions for hunting.

Even in order to give full play to the role of everyone, some not-so-old elderly people will also join the hunting team, which can play a more or less auxiliary role.

However, no matter how they arrange the configuration, the proportion of young and middle-aged people will definitely not be too high.

Not to mention the elderly, just talking about children, at least the number should be equal to that of young and middle-aged people.

In other words, a family must leave at least two children to ensure that the population will not decrease in the future and that there will be enough young and middle-aged people...

This is the so-called fertility rate.

Under this condition, the proportion of young and middle-aged people cannot possibly account for half.

But in this Shanshu Village, the number of young and middle-aged men alone exceeds half of the total population, which is very abnormal.

With a lot of doubts in his heart, Chu Yang followed the long-haired man to the largest house in the village.

This is a small wooden house, which is much more majestic than those straw huts in the mountainside village.

The structure of the wooden house gave Chu Yang an inexplicable sense of familiarity. This seems to be a common farmhouse in ancient China. The styles of the doors and windows are very similar.

The only thing missing is a small farmyard, fences and wooden doors.

The natives of the primitive tribe will definitely not build a house like this. They will only consider practicality and live in it.

So, the construction and design of this small wooden house must have been participated by ghost cultivators.

Chu Yang was not surprised at this.

Every village has ghost cultivators settled in it, just like Shanli Village, where two ghost cultivators came a few years ago.

There are more ghost cultivators in the villages behind, and the deeper you go into the mountains, the greater the demand for ghost cultivators in the villages.

Of course, the products in the mountains are also more abundant, and the material conditions that the villages can provide to ghost cultivators are also better.

Therefore, it is not surprising that this kind of cabin appears, and even the appearance of brick and tile houses will not surprise Chu Yang too much.

After entering the cabin, Chu Yang finally saw some familiar and friendly things.

Wooden tables and chairs, wooden furniture, and even ceramic teapots and teacups...

These things, Chu Yang has never seen in Xiefeng Village.

After all, the area around Fengdu Mountain is really barren, and the ghost cultivators probably don’t have the leisure to make tea, and they can’t find tea leaves at all.

After a slight sigh, Chu Yang began to observe the few people in the cabin again.

An old man sat in the middle of the upper seat in the house, and he looked like the village chief of Shanshu Village.

In addition, there were five middle-aged and young men, whose identities were unknown.

However, Chu Yang felt that the two middle-aged men sitting on the left should be ghost cultivators.

Ghost cultivators usually wear cloth, while local natives usually wear animal skins.

This was the most obvious difference between Chu Yang and other natives when he first came to this world.

However, clothes will eventually become tattered, so after living in this world for a year or so, ghost cultivators can only start wearing animal skins like the natives.

There is basically no way to judge their identities from their clothes.

But if you look closely at some details, Chu Yang finds that the ghost cultivators are actually more particular than the natives.

The natives hardly take care of their appearance, and each of them is a living savage, with a full beard and a full head of messy hair.

If it is really a little long, a little itchy, and affects their daily activities, they will just cut it off with a knife.

But ghost cultivators are different. They are a little more particular. At least most high-level ghost cultivators still pay more attention to their appearance.

If they don't even care about their appearance, then they basically have no hope for their ghost life.

In other words, they have already lived a boring life, not caring about appearance, and not caring about life and death.

The appearance of the two middle-aged men was a little neater, their hair was combed and tied behind their heads with a rag.

Their beards were also trimmed, not too long, and there were no dirty food residues and oil stains.

In comparison, Chu Yang, the ghost cultivator, looked a bit like a beggar.

"Please sit down."

The old man in the middle stretched out his palm and motioned Chu Yang to sit down next to an empty table and chair.

"If you want tea, please pour it yourself. We don't have so many rules here, and there are no maids and servants..."

The old man had a faint smile on his face, looking more easy-going.

"Thank you."

Chu Yang was not polite, and after sitting down, he poured himself a cup of water from the teapot.

The teapot and teacup were both made of pottery, not exquisite, but still looked unique.

The tea was not tea leaves, but a green fruit the size of a peppercorn.

This thing didn't float on the water, but sank to the bottom of the teapot.

The tea was light green, Chu Yang took a sip, and it felt a bit cool like mint.

It was okay, at least it was okay to drink it as tea.

Chu Yang took two sips of tea and put down the teacup.

He wasn't too thirsty.

The old man saw him put down the teacup, and then he slowly said: "I am Bi Luo, the village chief of Shanshu Village..."

"Senior is also a ghost cultivator?"

Chu Yang immediately realized the identity of this old man as the village chief.

The feeling of his speech was obviously not the flavor of the natives of this world.

"Ghost cultivators... now they are no longer ghost cultivators. They have no spiritual power and cannot practice. Their previous identities are meaningless..."

Bi Luo smiled calmly: "Since everyone has come to this world, they still have to accept their identities as ordinary people. Just live a new life."

Chu Yang bowed with the etiquette of a cultivator and said: "Senior, you are open-minded. I admire you."

Bi Luo waved his hand gently: "Let's not talk about this. Are you a ghost cultivator from Shanbian Village?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing in Shanshu Village?"

"Just passing by... I came to find a friend of mine."

"Oh..."

Bi Luo nodded slightly and said with understanding: "Is it the friend who accidentally entered the space crack with you?"