The situation suddenly became contradictory, and the two sides were clearly separated, confronting like a volcano erupting.

Their eyes at the twenty or so people were suddenly much worse than before. The person who had a little affection for them disappeared at this moment, with dislike and unhappiness on his face.

If you want to put that kind of gaze more specifically and unpleasantly, it will probably involve the word contempt.

People who make little contributions in the tribe are very disliked, especially those who are estimated to be able to offset the daily consumption, which makes them disliked.

It’s simply dragging the tribe’s development! After eating so much, what you do is insignificant, which is really annoying!

Now I still want to rest and don’t do anything! What a shameless thing!

Wang Yang did not expect that the spiritual slogan he proposed "dedicates everything to the tribe" was implemented so thoroughly that it was simply crazy.

That is, this group of extremely simple primitive people, how could modern people be so easy to "brainwash"?

But everything has advantages and disadvantages. This is the same. After instilling the quality of "dedicating everything to the tribe", and after the tribe competes for status with its ability and contribution.

It becomes that those who are capable are respected everywhere, and those who are incapable are naturally civilians, while those who are poor in ability and have poor labor force naturally become objects of despise.

It would be fine if you say you don’t have the ability, but being an ordinary person is still contributing to the tribe.

However, the ability is very poor and the contribution you make can be ignored, but you still have to eat and drink every day. People who need to wear and sleep can't be said to be? Are you dragging the tribe behind?

It sounds like these people are wrong.

But the problem is, they are not lazy and not doing it. They can’t do it! Either they are disabled or silly elderly people. If they are all like this, what else can they ask for?

It is really unreasonable to expect them to be compared with healthy people!

At this time, Ma Yi, who had been silent, also stood up and came to Wang Yang, and expressed his thoughts.

"Absolutely, they can't be allowed to rest! Illogical! You asked us to learn mathematics, isn't it just for calculation?"

"I can calculate that their daily food, clothing and expenses are not profitable at all by relying on their abilities, which means we are already filling the holes they owe."

"Now, if they don't use it while they are still alive, they can make up for it if they can. When they die, they will have no chance to make up for it!"

Ma Yi directly regarded this matter as a mathematical problem, said it indignantly, and planned to calculate accurate numbers in public.

boom!

It was like a volcano erupting. A surging fire suddenly appeared in the chests of the twenty-somethings, and they were extremely angry.

Wang Yang was also furious. How could Ma Yi say such words? He would not treat those twenty or so people as human beings!

He sneered and suddenly said, "You have calculated it wrong. According to your logic, the longer they live, the greater the deficit caused. It is better to kill them all immediately. In this way, there will be no further deficits."

Hiss ~

Everyone was gasping for air, obviously completely shocked by Wang Yang's words. Looking at Wang Yang blankly, Ma Sanshi and the others felt even more sad. How could this happen?

Killing is not a difficult thing, it is not difficult for everyone, but even simpler for Wang Yang, it is just a matter of stabbing and pulling.

They knew that Wang Yang would kill people, but they didn’t know that they would kill their own people in the tribe!

Although those twenty or so people have a loss, isn’t it bad to kill them?

But even if they were dissatisfied with Wang Yang’s decision, what objection could they have? At most, they would complain in their hearts, and if they really wanted to kill them, they would be killed.

"It's not impossible to kill, it seems that you can do it without losing more. Why didn't I think of this before?" Ma Yi touched his head and calculated the result.

"Bastard!" Wang Yang roared violently, threw the notebook in his hand out, and yelled at Ma Yi: "When you get old, I will kill you too!"

Seeing that Ma Yi did not respond, Wang Yang had to pick up the book again angrily and wrote the words.

Ma's face changed when he saw it, and fear flashed across his face.

Wang Yang ignored him and continued to write quickly, showing it to everyone: "When you are old or disabled, I will kill you all!"

Uh, everyone was shocked and shocked. Looking at Wang Yang's angry look, it didn't seem like he was telling a joke.

He quickly expressed his opinion in fear: "Don't kill them anymore, they should rest if they want to rest."

"They can rest, but they don't want to kill someone."

"We just don't feel happy, just say a few words, whatever you say is what you say."

After being furious, Wang Yang calmed down. All he said was anger and their thoughts.

But why do these people oppose it? It is not for their own selfishness, nor for their greed for rest, but for the tribe.

Even if such a group of people who are above personal desires for the benefit of the tribe, how can Wang Yang scold him even if he is wrong?

The palms and backs of hands are full of flesh, and it hurts no matter where you beat them.

As they said, Wang Yang can indeed force his own ideas regardless of everyone's opinions.

But the problem is that the primitive people today are not the primitive people in the past. The primitive people today have a little more wisdom and more personal ideas, and have more thoughts, so it is hard to fool...

If they are tough on their own, they will inevitably be dissatisfied and will complain, which is even worse. In the past, more than 20 people complained, okay, now everyone complains together.

Moreover, those twenty or so people will still not be respected by others, and even the cold eyes will be even worse than before, and both ends will be bad.

If this is the case, it would be better to make those twenty or so people unhappy. Why bother unhappy?

Wang Yang did not forcefully promote it, and did not even mention these things again. Instead, he suddenly said to Ma Yi: "You took off your clothes."

Ma Yi didn't say anything, took off his clothes, revealing his strong muscle lines, which was very perfect.

Wang Yang nodded: "It's very good. He is worthy of being the supreme leader of the horse tribe and has a good body."

He received Wang Yang's praise. Ma Yi looked up high, his face full of pride.

Wang Yang suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at a scar on his arm, and said in surprise: "Where did your scar come from?"

Ma Yi blushed and said, "This is the horse being thrown off by the horse. It was too young at that time and I couldn't do anything."

Wang Yang showed his appreciation: "This is a scar left for the tribe. Don't feel embarrassed, it's good!"

Suddenly, Ma Yi's eyes lit up, he kept nodding, and pride flashed in his eyes again.

"Then where did the scars on the inner side of your thighs come from?"

Ma Yi blushed again: "It was also learned by training horses. The horse was disobedient and did not allow it to ride. It was pounding hard."

Wang Yang smiled even more: "I said, don't feel embarrassed, these scars should be your pride! These scars are the scars you left behind in your contribution to the tribe, and everyone can see them."

In an instant, Ma Yi and Wang Yang's favor doubled, and Xiaohong's grudge with him disappeared, showing great respect and admiration for Wang Yang.

"Ma Er, take off your clothes too." Wang Yang looked at Ma Er with a smile.

Ma Er smiled high and took off his clothes. His body was also very strong, with several scars similar to Ma Yi.

"Haha, your scars were also left behind by the injuries in the horse tribe?" Wang Yang laughed heartily.

"Yes." Ma Er was already proud at this moment, obviously knowing that this was a "bad of honor" and was enough to be proud.

Wang Yang said these words from the bottom of his heart, and he was not stingy in praise of those who were devoted to the tribe.

The reason why these people can become upstarts in the tribe is naturally because they have done more things than others and led by themselves, which is why they are more injured than ordinary people. It is precisely because of this that they are respected and respected by people.

"Ma San, you took off your clothes..."

"Ma Si, you took off your clothes..."

"Ma Wu, you took off your clothes..."

Wang Yang walked down one by one, asked them to take off their clothes one by one, and asked them tirelessly how they were injured and how the scars on their bodies came about.

Everyone's face was full of pride and expectation. Those who were naked and could not see any scars were ashamed and wanted to give themselves two more injuries now.

Finally, Wang Yang walked to the more than 20 people and whispered: "You took off your clothes too."

The clothes took off one by one, revealing their skinny but scar-filled bodies!

Especially those old people, there were only dozens of scars of all sizes, some of which reached a terrifying ten centimeters, and their entire body was full of devastation, and they were really incomplete.

Looking at the scars, Wang Yang recalled the age of the canyon and said softly: "Please stand up."

More than a dozen old men stood up with their chests high and stood out with great pride. Under the red firelight, the scars seemed to have been resurrected, like wriggling bugs, wandering around them.

Everyone was shocked!

Then he went silent.

I feel ashamed of myself!

"How did you get this scar of more than ten centimeters?" Wang Yang looked sad.

"I was scratched by a lynx! You were not born at that time, so we fought with rough branches, which was very dangerous, and we only scratched the skin." The old man replied proudly.

"Where did you get this scar?" Wang Yang asked again.

"It was during the migration. There was no such fitting clothes now. The animal skin often leaked, and it turned out to be blue and blue, which seemed to be called necrosis, and it didn't even feel hot with fire."

"Where did you get this scar?"

"It was when the wheat field was opened. There was no sickle at that time, so I could only pull out the big bearded grass with my hands. As I pulled it, a scar was drawn."

Wang Yang continued to ask questions, and everyone answered one by one. The time spent asking questions on these dozen old people was far more than everyone else.

The body full of scars and countless scars is a living tribal development history, which records the difficulties and pains that were suffered at that time one by one.

The more I asked, the more silent everyone became, the more I felt in my heart, and the more respectful the eyes I looked at the old people.

The old people clearly felt the change, and Wang Yang asked about his past events again. He felt sad and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Wow!" I don't know who was the first to cry out, and sadness quickly swept across everyone present.

Wang Yang also burst into tears: "How can the contribution you have made to the tribe be calculated by rigid numbers? You have laid the foundation for the tribe! Now the tribe is prosperous! Everyone is enjoying life! How can I bear to let you do some more tired things? You should rest and enjoy your old age!"

Ma came up with tears and said, "Old men, don't worry, with us here, you will never have to do any hard work anymore. If you can't spend any effort, we will treat you preferentially."

The old people cried bitterly: "No, as long as we have a little strength, we have to pay for the tribe, and we can't keep a trace of it! We must do what we should do!"

Ma Er and his group of people came up one after another and treated the elderly respectfully: "Don't worry, you don't have to do anything in the future. It's up to us young people to do more."

The complaints of the elderly over the years turned into touch, and they cried with everyone in a mess.

However, Wang Yang stopped crying and slowly walked back to Xiaohong's tent.

He kept muttering: "I will never do such a tingy thing again. It will not only kill brain cells, but also shed tears..."
Chapter completed!