A Chuan: "Tell me, which tribe are you from, and what's your name?"

Thief eyebrows and mouse eyes: "..."

The people behind laughed and said, "You won't be able to eat it for the rest of your life—"

The author has something to say: A Chuan: Which is the strongest anti-counterfeiting sign, and I will never forget it 🙂

Guoguo: Since you all know it, why get a badge? troublesome……

Achuan: Because the moon worship is not fully recognized 🙂

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Chapter 56

Soon, someone was selling fake badges in the queue... No, the fake badges reached Rong Yue and Tian Yang's ears.

Rong Yuezheng and Tianyang were discussing how to pry the accountant home from the Yanbu hand, and he smiled when he heard the words: "Is your brain very active?"

It's a pity that under absolute force, it's not a big skill to be active. No, the skinny stall owner ran away for a few minutes, and was brought back by Tianyang like a chicken.

"Hey." Rong Yue was surprised: "You are not the one... who sells bird feathers."

"Sacred Bird Toba!!" The thin stall owner said angrily: "So you are the one who disrupted my business! You... this..."

Under Tianyang's stern gaze, he was visibly cowardly, and said shyly, "Well done."

This matter is not a big deal, but let's talk about it small, it involves the issue of character, Rong Yue had to think more about it.

After the reputation of their tribe is established, there will definitely be people who will defect, and there will be no less. Naturally, he wanted more people, but if those people were like skinny stall owners, they would confuse the tribe.

How to prevent this kind of thing is another topic, but today's matter can be dealt with, and by the way, it shows the attitude of their tribe.

So Rong Yue said, "Well, I was going to beat you up..."

The skinny stall owner shivered in horror.

"But give you a chance to atone for your sins."

"what?"

"Go, identify the person in the queue who bought your fake badge for me."

The thin stall owner was stunned: are you a devil!

After the test of the irritable brother and the thief-eyed man, the people in the team who bought fake badges in an attempt to take advantage of them all rested their thoughts regretfully.

Someone next to him said happily: "Fortunately, I didn't buy it. Isn't this a waste of meat... I'll just say, there's no such thing as such a good thing in the world. I always think of crooked ways and deserve to be deceived."

"You!" Someone said angrily, "What's your business? It's just a piece of jerky, so I should throw it away, so I don't feel bad! To say that this broken tribe is really stingy, and it's not me who has been holding on to this mistake. Carved fake wooden plaques..."

"And him."

The speaker was suddenly pointed, and he was stunned for a while, and found that the person pointing at him was actually a liar who sold him a fake badge just now! He was about to get angry when he saw three genuine members of the Xingyue Tribe standing behind the liar, speechless for a while.

"Achuan, remember all the people. If you are pointed out, our snacks will not be sold to you, so you don't have to wait in line."

The man: "...Ah?"

One, two, three, four, seventy-five people bought fake badges, and one was picked out without landing, and was told that "Xingyue tribe does not welcome you."

These people came from various tribes, and they went back to find their leaders, to find sacrifices, and to tell the story again... The leaders of these tribes listened to it and thought invariably—there is such a proud tribe! ? Aren't they afraid of offending people?

When the leaders of these tribes brought people to the vicinity of the Xingyue tribe, it was almost noon, the food had already been sold out, and there were still a steady stream of people playing their games.

Whether it was hoops or darts, there were circles of people around the booth, and everyone made regretful boos and expected "hey-" sounds from time to time.

The leaders looked at the scale of these hundreds of people...

Who said this tribe is small! ? It's just a big gathering of Snowmelting Valley, so many people came! ? How can they beat it!

So these leaders came quietly, walked quietly, and came quietly among the crowd in the afternoon...

I really don't blame them. For most of the day, I've been listening to passers-by talking about how fun the Xingyue Tribe's mini-games are when was watching the booth.

The Youhe tribe is the tribe where the irritable brother belongs, and the leader is one of them.

He listened to the complaints of his own young people at noon. At first, he was aggressive and planned to find fault, and then came back in a daze. Now he found a space and sneaked into the Xingyue tribe.

Squeeze into the place with the most people, and the line of sight suddenly opens up.

On the gentle slope, a large piece of white linen was spread.

On the sackcloth, from far to near, placed things in order—small jars of honey, beeswax, salt, sugar cubes, "Shredded Beef with Light", and small jars of peanut butter and ketchup.

They drew a line two meters away from the ground, and someone was standing behind the line, holding a circle of twigs in their hands.

It was obviously a couple of affectionate men and women who had just met, and their movements were both ambiguous and unfamiliar.

The man said: "Little Hua'er, which one do you like, brother will give you a set!"

The girl shyly said: "Big tree, I want that jar of honey..."

The honey is at the farthest diagonal corner, and the mouth of the jar is relatively large. It is quite difficult to put the ring on without slipping off.

But the man was full of self-confidence, and the onlookers cheered up.

Anyone who has ever been in a loop knows that there is always a big distance between imagination and reality. A small circle can make it fall where it wants to fall, the distance, the direction of rotation, the strength of the hand, and even today's wind speed and direction are all important.

Sure enough, the man threw it three times without even touching the side of the honey jar, and his face gradually became solemn.