Amo pulled Achen up and said, "This is still a conservative figure. We'll have to check the data compiled by various Miao regions to know the exact number."
"Then... how many of them have Miao registration?" Ah Chen asked, rubbing his sore bottom.
"It should be around 1.5 to 1.6 million."
call--
"That's alright, otherwise if I were given such a heavy load all at once, not only would I not be able to carry it, but it would also crush me to death in no time."
Ah Chen let out a heavy sigh, then said to the elders with a sullen expression, "Ever since last year's Drum Festival, when I heard that I was in charge of 370,000 Miao people, my head started to throb."
"I had just made some money in the Starry Fruit Forest and thought I could live a carefree and happy life, but who knew that I would suddenly become penniless."
"Then, last winter, when Lan Miao Zhao Akang was ordered by the Holy Maiden to take the battle flag to Rongjiang, I learned that there were more than 370,000 Miao people in eastern Guizhou."
"Today, you've suddenly produced more than five million Miao people, of whom 1.5 to 1.6 million are registered as Miao."
"Elders, please let me go! I just started building the Starry Sky Fruit Forest to escape poverty, and I was just starting to feel my pockets getting fuller. Now look what's happened—"
"Am I going to become poor again? Please, elders, have mercy on me."
At this point, Mu Achen clasped his hands together, almost bowing to the nine elders.
Ah Chen's complaints deeply saddened the elders.
Just now, before Ah Chen arrived, they were discussing that they would support whatever Ah Chen wanted to do in the future.
Even if Achen violated some Miao customs, they could only talk to him gently and couldn't punish him.
In short, we must protect the future Miao king.
Otherwise, the people of western Hunan are watching them like hawks.
Once Ah Chen is snatched away by the other side, Saintess Ah Mo will also go.
By then, it will be too late for them to cry.
Therefore, seeing Mu Achen in this state, these old Miao men really couldn't bear it!
There's nothing we can do about it!
As for the future Miao King, there are some things he can't avoid.
but--
Several clan elders immediately stated:
"Achen, don't feel pressured! The entire Miao region of eastern Guizhou is your support."
“That’s right. Besides us nine old Miao men, you also have the Miao army, the eight jackals, a thousand village chiefs, and tens of thousands of grass ghosts to assist you.”
"Yes! Most importantly, your wife Amo is the most powerful sorcerer in the five Miao regions. She is the holy maiden of our Miao family. You two are of one mind and can accomplish anything."
"So, Ah Chen, just do whatever you want! You have hundreds of thousands, even millions, of Miao people supporting you."
"If you want to play, then play like a madman!"
"Go ahead and hit whoever you want."
"In the end, it all boils down to one sentence: you, Mu Achen, can do whatever makes you happy."
The nine clan elders all reached a consensus.
That's so rare!
These are some of the most respected elders among the Miao people of eastern Guizhou!
It should be noted that in the past, they would always discuss important matters, and it was rare for them to reach a complete consensus.
Now, in order to put no pressure on Mu Achen, they are actually going to let a young Miao boy run wild.
But--
These words sounded vaguely familiar to Mu Achen.
When his gaze fell upon Ah Mo's fair and alluring almond-shaped face, and he saw her smiling at him, he wondered, could it be—
Amo had given advance advice to the nine most powerful Miao leaders in eastern Guizhou.
It must be, otherwise why would these nine old Miao men put up with him like this?
But Ah Chen misunderstood. The nine clan elders were genuinely good to him, but this time, the attitude from Xiangxi far exceeded the expectations of these old Miao people.
If we lose Ah Chen, it would be a huge loss.
Two hours later--
Even after leaving Que Dong Village, Mu Achen still felt like it was all unreal.
"Amo, you must have communicated with these old Miao men beforehand, right?" Achen asked softly as he walked slowly.
"No!"
No?
Yeah, right!
Ah Chen pursed his lips and didn't press the matter further. Instead, he said, "I didn't expect Tang Abao to be so quick; he's already set the wedding date!"
"Yes, it's the last day of the Drumming Festival!"
"That Tang Abao really knows how to schedule things! It just so happens to coincide with my schedule."
"Huh? What do you want to do? We're not celebrating the Drumming Festival here this year."
“I know! I have other plans.”
While hiking up the mountain, Ah Chen suddenly asked, "I almost forgot, Ah Mo, have you found out about 'Sixth Master' who shot me in the deep mountains a couple of days ago?"
"Still under investigation!"
Even if Ah Chen didn't ask, Ah Mo would have found the time to tell him about it.
After all, this person inexplicably had Ah Chen's photo. If they didn't figure it out and find out how to erase it, Ah Mo wouldn't give up.
Soon, the two had just reached the mountainside when—
The sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached, and then—
As Ah Chen and Ah Mo turned their heads, they saw Tang Aran riding a warhorse out from a side path.
Ha ha--
"Brother Chen, Gou Dan from Black Crow Village was really something today! He even made your clansman vomit blood! Awesome--"
Vomiting blood?
Ah Chen was taken aback. "How is he?"
"He's fine! Our Miao medicine team has already taken care of him, but he'll probably be exhausted in a couple of days."
Thump!
Tang Aran looked around and, seeing that the Miao people nearby were all far away, he dismounted and whispered to Achen:
"I heard that you were also involved in your clansman vomiting blood. Is that true?"
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