I am a Primitive Man

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Da Ya was shocked, and Grassroots was also extremely shocked.

They did not expect that in such a season, the son of God would suddenly announce such a thing.

You must know that the dissolution of slavery in the tribe has always been very harsh. In the past few years, not many people have gotten rid of slave status and become citizens of the tribe.

But now, the son of God actually pronounced such a long list of names at once, announcing that these people would be lifted from slavery and made them citizens of the tribe, and there is his name in this long list of names. Don't let the grassroots surprise to sluggish? !

"...These people, in the past few years, have done their best to contribute to the tribe without complaints or dissatisfaction. Therefore, I now announce that they will abolish their slave status and grant them the status of a second-level citizen of the Qingque tribe. !"

Han Cheng spoke these words of commendation enthusiastically.

I don't know why, on such a serious and solemn occasion, when he said these words, his mind always showed the scene of the primary school principal sitting on the podium and speaking.

Especially the old principal's bald head because of his over-intelligence, it swayed in front of Han Cheng's eyes, so that as he spoke, Han Cheng couldn't help but touched his head twice.

"Now, let these people who have contributed to the tribe come to the stage one by one!"

Han Cheng carrying a trumpet made of bark, said loudly to everyone.

Heiwa, Tietou, Liang and others who had been arranged before came to the fifty slaves named and guided them to the stage one by one.

At the same time, five female primitives with their hair curled up turned out from behind and went to the stage.

In the hands of these primitive women, they all held a tray covered with red cloth.

At this time, they changed into uniform clothes, and a red cloth with words written on it was hanging diagonally on their shoulders.

The words on the cloth strips can be recognized by people with good knowledge of the tribe.

"etiquette?"

Sitting on the stone in front, in the Qingque tribe, the knowledge is undoubtedly excellent. After he uttered these two words aloud, his eyes stared at the bulging ‘li’ literal, thinking.

Well, it's pure thinking.

He was thinking about why the son of God had to write these two words on this red tape, and what did these two words mean.

After thinking about it for a while and didn't want to understand too much, Shishi moved his attention away from the bulging word ‘ritual’ and began to look at the outfits of these people.

These people wore uniform clothes, their hair curled up, some red for dyeing cloth was applied to their faces, and a strap like this was worn diagonally on their shoulders. They looked very beautiful.

The only thing that Stone felt sorry for was that these people were too thin.

It would be even more perfect if Zhuang, Ruhua and the others recognized by the tribes and long and good-looking people do such a dress and appear in such an occasion...

When Shishi looked regretful in this way, the fifty people named had already come to the stage under the guidance of Heiwa and others.

Because of the limited space on the table, only five people can come up at a time, and the rest are waiting excitedly.

The people in the audience were excited, and those who came to the stage were even more excited. Fortunately, the grassroots, who was ranked first, almost fell to the ground when he took the stage.

It was the respected **** son who stretched out his hand to support him, which made the grassroots both excited and moved.

The thing that made him more excited was still behind. The **** child who held him waited until he stood up, then reached out and held one of his hands and shook it vigorously several times.

This way, which contains many good meanings such as welcome and friendship, is known to the grassroots who have lived in the tribe for several years.

Before, when I saw the son of God treat others in this way, the grassroots was still envious. I didn't expect that even today, the son of God treated himself in this way!

The hand of the **** child is very warm, and the holding is still a little soft...

After the handshake ceremony that excited the grassroots, the **** child turned around and lifted the red cloth covered by the tray in the hands of a beautifully dressed primitive woman.

After the red cloth was lifted, ten wooden signs wearing ropes were revealed.

When I saw this wooden sign, Grassroots eyes were straight.

This is the status symbol of second-class citizens in the tribe! After having this wooden sign, I am no longer a slave, but a citizen of the tribe. You can live in the inner courtyard and live in a bright and spacious house...

Han Cheng picked up the ID card with the grassroots name on it, held the rope in both hands, and hung it around the grassroots neck with a solemn expression.

The grassroots is now docile like a lamb, bowed, head down, waiting for the respected son of God to bring him the precious sign.

When the ID card was carried around the neck~www.wuxiahere.com~Grassroots reached out and held the sign, looked at the blue sparrow that was spreading its wings behind, and looked at the word'Grassroots' written on the front. It was blurred by tears.

I am no longer a slave! I am a citizen of the tribe! My hard work in the past few years has not been in vain, the gods and them all saw it...

The root of the grass wiped a tear vigorously with the back of his hand, but the result was wiped more and more.

He loosened the ID card he was holding tightly, and stood straight.

With a smile on his face, tears in his eyes, through the dim eyes, the grassroots looked at the many people on the square, and when so many people looked at, there was no fear in his heart.

His head was a little lowered in the past, but now it is raised high, because he thinks this is his most glorious and proud moment!

The big brother also got up from the chair at this time, came to the side of the table and held the drumsticks. Every time Han Cheng put up his ID card, the big brother would beat the drum vigorously.

The benevolent witch personally led those who were wearing ID cards to step down and waited...

The ritual of dismantling slavery and becoming a citizen of the Qingque tribe continued. Da Ya, who had never experienced such a thing before, and the slaves of the rest of the farming tribe, looked dumbfounded.

Whether it’s the layout of the venue, the solemnity of the gods and the others, or the drumbeat that seems to hit people’s hearts, or the content of the ceremony, or those who have been put on cards to indicate that they are no longer slaves, The look of laughing and tearing with their heads held high gave them enough shock.

The dissatisfaction that had accumulated before because of the constant rock-building in the snow disappeared as the ceremony was held.

Da Ya's eyes widened, looking at this scene full of envy and shock, so hated that he ran out now, and continued to hold the stone fortune...