Ye Zi turned to look at the three girls, who were at most seventeen or eighteen years old, with the youngest possibly only fourteen or fifteen.

If this happened in the country, Ye Zi would probably be sentenced to prison if she dared to pick one of them.

"No, our country has regulations that people under the age of eighteen cannot serve others, and those over the age of twenty-two can become wives, so I cannot choose."

However, I still want to thank you for your kindness.

Ye Zi waved her hand in refusal, then gestured and explained her reasons.

After finally explaining, the young man looked helpless and said a few words to the three girls. The three girls also looked disappointed, and then glared at Tongtong indignantly.

The young man took the three girls back and explained the situation to his tribe. Although they were all disappointed, the Yezi tribe had its own rules, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Soon, the people in the tribe began dancing and singing around the bonfire again.

Tongtong pondered for a while, then tentatively asked Yezi:

"What did those three girls mean? Were they trying to say, 'Why should I be by your side?'"

Ye Zi nodded and said:

"More or less."

"But we're not husband and wife, not even boyfriend and girlfriend. We're only together because of the show."

"It took me ages to explain to them why we couldn't choose, let alone explain our relationship to them. I'd have to talk myself hoarse."

Besides, we're only staying here one night and leaving tomorrow, so there's no need to explain anything.

Tongtong nodded, Yezi said it made a lot of sense, and then said angrily:

"How did they know I'm your woman and can't serve you well?"

"That's how tribal culture works: the strong have priority in choosing a partner and can have more than one woman."

"Haven't you noticed? This guy who can speak Mandarin has already had two wives."

Tongtong turned to look at the young man in the short-sleeved shirt; there were indeed two women surrounding him.

Ye Zi continued:

"We know the answer to whether you're my woman or not. There's no need to explain it to them. If we do, we might have to find someone else, which would be a lot of trouble."

"Change people? Change who? What kind of trouble will that cause?" Tongtong asked, puzzled.

"They live in a tribal way, and the men and children are almost all related by blood."

In order to reproduce, during the migration process, when they encountered other tribes, they would exchange wives, sending eligible girls to other tribes to be wives, and taking eligible girls from other tribes to be wives of the men in their own tribes.

The number of people to be replaced is not always the same. Sometimes five people are sent out, but the other side can only send three or six. The more capable people in the tribe will choose one more as a wife.

If there are few people, then you can only wait to meet another tribe next time to exchange. Even if there are no girls of suitable age in the tribe, you can exchange some other things for a girl.

This is about changing leaders to ensure the tribe can continue to thrive.

Tongtong nodded; she understood that. Then she continued to ask:

"So what kind of trouble are you talking about?"

“If I explain our relationship to them, they might force me to change people or force someone to come over. If I resist, it will cause a conflict. I can’t kill someone in front of the audience, can I?”

"There's... there's such a thing?" Tongtong exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, it's called forced placement, but to be precise, it's 'borrowing blood,' keeping the bloodline of the strong in the tribe so that the tribe can grow up and become stronger."

Where did you learn about these things?

"According to online sources, there are legends that cannibals do this: the weak are eaten, and the strong leave behind their bloodline to escape."

"Then...then why did you come to visit?"

Ye Zi said indifferently:

"You wanted to see the way of life of primitive tribes, right? Besides, I can control them. At most, I'll injure them, but there's a lack of medical care here. Once they're injured, the chances of them dying are much higher."

Besides, those five people didn't seem unreasonable, so I'll satisfy my curiosity.

Tongtong didn't know what to say. If Ye Zi was a warm-hearted guy, he brought her here even though he knew there might be danger.

If you say Ye Zi is too curious, it's probably him; Ye Zi is just satisfying his curiosity.

"The most optimistic people in the world are probably these black people living in Africa. Give them a fire and enough food to keep them from starving, and they can stay happy forever."

"Yes, unlike us, we're always thinking about how to make money."

After singing and dancing until they were tired, the people in the tribe went back to rest.

The young man in short sleeves pointed to a room and said:

"Where will you and your woman stay tonight?"

"Thank you," Ye Zi said with a smile.

The young man nodded and turned to leave.

Tongtong said with a dark face:

"Why did he say I'm your woman again?"

Ye Zi joked:

"Or you could explain our relationship to her?"

"Forget it, communication is too much trouble."

Ye Zi got up and walked towards the house the young man had mentioned.

Although it's called a house, it's actually similar in shape to a grain warehouse in rural China, and it's big enough for two adults to sleep in.

But the walls were made of woven branches, and the roof was made of withered grass.

There was no furniture inside, not even bedding.

Not only Yezi's room lacked bedding, but the other rooms were the same; people slept on the floor, perhaps using their fur cloaks as blankets. Yezi had no interest in investigating their resting methods.

"Not bad, at least it's better than sleeping next to the fire," Tongtong remarked.

"Let's go, get ready to rest," Ye Zi said casually, then turned to get her cowhide rug from the cart.

Tongtong stayed on the cart to rest.

Just as Ye Zi lay down, the young man in short sleeves arrived with a girl and said:

"The tribe wants to preserve your strong bloodline, and she is the candidate. She will enjoy the same treatment as us in the future."

Ye Zi was speechless, then explained:

"She is too young, and my bloodline cannot be preserved."

Without saying a word, the young man turned around, grabbed the girl, and left. Ye Zi thought everything was over, but then the young man came back with the girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"She has grown up."

Ye Zi said with a dark face:

“Our tribe has a rule that bloodlines cannot remain outside the tribe.”

The young man frowned, then reluctantly led the girl away.

Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief; the matter was finally over.

No sooner had one problem subsided than another arose. Soon, sounds of reproduction could be heard coming from several nearby houses, leaving Ye Zi feeling quite embarrassed.

After a while, the sound still hadn't stopped, and Ye Zi sighed:

"When you're full, you start thinking about sex; the ancients were right."

"Damn it, I'm not sleeping anymore, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Ye Zi got up, rolled up her cowhide rug, and left.

When they arrived at the cart, they called Big Black over to pull it.

Tongtong poked her head out and asked:

"Leave now?"

"We have to leave. This commotion is clearly something they've been doing for no reason."

Tongtong blushed and nodded, saying:

"Then let's hurry up and go, we've already wasted a whole day."

She immediately retreated into the car roof after saying that, making a sound that embarrassed her.