Daya and the others were shocked, and Caogen and the others were also extremely shocked.

They had never imagined that at such a time, the Son of God would suddenly announce such a thing.

You know, the tribe has always been very strict in eliminating slavery. Over the years, not many people have escaped from their slave status and become citizens of the tribe.

And now, the Son of God actually read out such a long list of names at once, announcing that he would free these people from slavery and make them citizens of the tribe, and his name was also on the list. How could this not surprise the grassroots to the point of being stunned? !

"...These people have devoted themselves to the tribe over the past few years without complaint or dissatisfaction. Therefore, I now declare that their slave status will be abolished and they will be granted the status of second-class citizens of the Qingque tribe!"

Han Cheng spoke these words of praise with great enthusiasm.

For some reason, in such a serious and solemn occasion, when he said these words, the scene of the elementary school principal sitting on the podium and speaking always appeared in his mind.

Especially the old principal's head, which was a little bald due to his excessive intelligence, kept shaking in front of Han Cheng's eyes, so much so that Han Cheng couldn't help but reach out and touch his head twice while talking.

"Now, please invite those who have made contributions to the tribe to come on stage one by one!"

Han Cheng, holding a loudspeaker made of rolled bark, spoke loudly to the crowd.

Heiwa, Tietou, Liang and others who had been assigned tasks before came to the fifty slaves who were named and led them to the stage one by one.

At the same time, five female primitives with their hair tied up turned out from the back and walked onto the stage.

These female primitives all held a tray covered with red cloth in their hands.

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

The words on the cloth strip could be recognized by the educated people in the Qingque tribe.

"etiquette?"

The man sitting on the stone in front was undoubtedly the most knowledgeable person in the Qingque tribe. After he muttered the two words aloud, he stared at the bulging word "li" with a thoughtful look on his face.

Well, pure thought.

He was wondering why the Son of God wrote these two words on this red ribbon and what these two words meant.

After thinking about it for a while without figuring it out, Shitou shifted his attention from the bulging word "Li" and began to look at the attire of these people.

These people were wearing the same clothes, with their hair tied up, some red used for dyeing cloth smeared on their faces, and a belt like this worn diagonally on their shoulders, making them look very beautiful.

The only thing that made Shi Tou feel regretful was that these people were too thin.

It would be even more perfect if Zhuang, Ruhua and other good-looking people in the tribe were allowed to dress like this and appear in such an occasion...

While Shitou was thinking this with regret, the fifty people who were named had already come to the platform under the guidance of Heiwa and others.

Because of the limited space on the stage, only five people could come up at a time, and the rest were waiting excitedly below.

The people in the audience were excited, and the people on stage were even more excited. The grassroots who was lucky enough to be ranked first almost fell to the ground when he went on stage.

It was the respected Son of God who reached out and supported him, which made Cao Gen both excited and moved.

What made him even more excited was yet to come. The Son of God, who had supported him, waited until he stood up, then reached out and held one of his hands, shaking it vigorously several times.

Grassroots people who have lived in the tribe for several years know that this approach, which contains many good meanings such as welcome and friendliness, is well aware of it.

In the past, when the grassroots saw the Son of God treating others in this way, they were very envious. They did not expect that today, the Son of God would treat them in the same way!

The Son of God's hand was very warm, and it felt a little soft when I held it...

After the handshake that excited the grassroots, the Son of God turned around and lifted the red cloth covering the tray in the hands of a beautifully dressed female primitive.

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

When Cao Gen saw the wooden sign, his eyes widened.

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

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

Cao Gen was now as docile as a lamb, with his body bent and head lowered, waiting for the respected Son of God to bring him the precious badge.

After the ID card was tied around his neck, Cao Gen reached out and held the sign. He looked at the green bird spreading its wings and ready to fly behind him, and the word "Caogen" written on the front. His eyes were suddenly blurred by tears.

I am no longer a slave! I am a citizen of the tribe! My hard work over the past few years has not been in vain, the Son of God and the others have seen it all...

Cao Gen used the back of his hand to wipe away his tears vigorously, but the more he wiped, the more tears appeared.

He loosened his grip on the ID card and stood up straight.

With a smile on his face and tears in his eyes, Cao Gen looked at the crowd of people in the square through his hazy eyes. Being watched by so many people, he no longer felt any fear in his heart.

His head, which used to be lowered, was now raised high, because he felt that this was his most glorious and proud moment!

At this time, the eldest brother also stood up from his chair, walked to the side of the stage and held the drumstick. Every time Han Cheng hung an ID card on someone, the eldest brother would beat the drum hard.

The kind-looking Wu Ze personally led those who were wearing ID cards off the stage and waited on the side...

The ceremony of freeing oneself from slavery and becoming citizens of the Green Bird tribe continued. Daya and the other slaves from the semi-agricultural tribe, who had never experienced anything like this, looked at it in a daze.

Whether it was the layout of the venue, the solemnity of the Son of God and his companions, the sound of the drums that seemed to strike people's hearts, the content of the ceremony, or the sight of those people who were hung with signs indicating that they were no longer slaves, holding their heads high, smiling and crying, all gave them enough shock.

The dissatisfaction that had accumulated from constantly playing with stones in the snow disappeared without a trace as the ceremony was carried out.

Da Ya's eyes widened as he watched this scene with envy and shock. He wanted to run out right now and continue carrying the stone...