Rong Yue was surprised for a short while, but she quickly stopped her surprise and said with a smile, "No problem, Yanbu, right? It's definitely no problem!"

Agreed with Yunye to pick him up on the end of the market, Rongyue and Tianyang went downstairs and watched the performance for a while.

The programs everyone prepares are indescribable, and they are basically related to their usual work.

What about sawing wood performances, cutting wood board performances, all the male compatriots showed extremely fast hand speed, superb skills... attracted bursts of applause.

These people who deal with wood and stone are not bad. Some people in the breeding team, because the pigs and animals are not easy to handle, actually want to perform in public to incite rabbits... Rong Yue stopped them in time.

So they had to perform the "morning exercise" that they had to do every morning with dozens of people who really had no talent.

The three of them were on the stage, Baodi and Xibianxishang brothers.

The rest stood in line below the stage.

With the sound of drums, everyone started to move in unison—"Ha!"

At this time, more and more people gathered around the lively edge. They looked at this scene in amazement, and invariably thought: how could this be? It can be so!

The movements designed by Tianyang are both majestic and simple, and can be done by young and old. After practicing, open your arms and move smoothly. What is even more rare is the sense of neatness that you practice every morning, which makes this tribe, which at first looks like a joke, become mysterious and unpredictable.

not to be trifled. No one dared to despise them for being inexplicable.

This is the momentum brought by "tidy"!

After the morning exercise performance, the last one to take the stage was Xiaofan and his "Blessed Book Pioneer Team".

The program brought is poetry recitation.

Because of the potential of the little freckles, Rong Yue began to teach him writing in advance. Although the teaching is stuttering and the words he knows are still very limited, the small freckles are no longer the original small freckles.

He is literate and can read a little freckles from heaven!

Rong Yue looked at him and the line of people behind him with interest, men and women, old and young.

Guoguo finished the curtain and stepped off the stage.

"Ah!" Little Freckle took a step forward and said, "I love my tribe!"

"I love the morning tribe. Because the morning sun is golden, the fields are green, and the air is blue."

"I love the tribe in the evening. Because the sunset is red, the fire is orange, and the smoke is white."

"I love the rainy day tribe. Because the wooden house is warm, the friends are warm, and the mood is happy."

"I love our tribe because the song is ours, the laughter is ours, and the poetry is ours!"

After Little Freckles finished reciting, everyone recited it together again.

Rong Yue felt her eyes slightly wet.

Little freckles are often out of focus, but he does have a sensitive and enthusiastic heart. Maybe this "poem" is childish, but the love for life is ardent.

This enthusiasm even moved Rong Yue, all he wanted was a place as described in the poem.

He hopes that when the tribe is bigger and there are more people, he can still remember this original intention.

After the poem recitation, everyone's attention decisively returned to the booths surrounding the wooden platform.

Because most of the things like cumin and pepper were planted by Rongyue, the amount that can be experienced now becomes very small.

Because the potatoes have not yet been planted, there is only one basket left to eat. Rongyue has kept it until now, just to make a name for her french fries in Daji. It doesn't matter how much oil you waste.

Peanut sauce served with noodle cakes, tomato sauce served with french fries, roasted meat was half sprinkled with cumin and half sprinkled with a little bit of chili noodles, and the ready amount was gone in only half an hour.

People from other tribes who didn’t buy it were very regretful, they kept catching the people of Xingyue tribe and asked: “Hey, is there any more? Will there be tomorrow? What tribe are you?… Xingyue, why haven’t I heard of it? ?"

The official residents of the Xingyue Tribe proudly raised their chests and showed their temporary badges: "Then you know now!"

Rong Yue divided the samples she brought into three. Tonight, will hang on to the appetite, and tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, will be able to sell them for another half an hour. The main sales targets are people from other tribes.

It is easy to distinguish whether it is a tribal resident of his own family, because on the way, the old wood worked overtime and carved a lot of wooden badges.

The badge face is still designed by Rongyue, with a circle on the left and a crescent moon on the right, forming an OC appearance. The circle is engraved with a five-pointed star pattern. This barely counts the sun, moon and stars.

There is a hole on the back of the badge, you can use a string to tie the badge to your clothes, and it will not be lost easily.

When the food was sold today, many outsiders were envious when they saw the residents of the Xingyue Tribe displaying their badges and getting food for free. The logo of the Xingyue Tribe was thus kept firmly in their hearts.

All this is seen by one person.

It's the skinny stall owner who was pierced by Rong Yue during the day with fake feathers.

The skinny stall owner is in bad luck today.

He came from a medium-sized tribe, and because of the lack of manpower, he followed the tribe every year. He set up the stall by himself, and finally handed over part of the income to the leader, who turned a blind eye to what he had done.

There is a kind of bird with long tail feathers gathered near their tribe. They can often pick up their fallen feathers in the forest. This thin stall owner came up with the idea of ​​feathers.

He dyes his feathers with flower juice every year, and then brings them to the market to sell. In previous years, they sold well, but this year, he was exposed by a weak chicken sacrifice!

And someone in the crowd recognized him and actually sued their tribe leader.

"You want to be fake and act like it, why do you want people to see it!?"

The thin stall owner agreed.

At night, he saw the wooden badge on this Xingyue tribesman, and his heart moved slightly.

I heard someone say just now that this tribe will set up a stall tomorrow and daytime to sell these food, still with badges for free, and those without badges with jerky. Then why can't he make some "badges"! ?