Chapter 170 Eternal Oasis
The young woman's expression was solemn and dignified, and this emotion infected the mercenary in front of her, making him unconsciously convinced, but he was still puzzled.
Since last month, some mysterious people in Xumi City have been spreading this information intentionally. The news spread quickly like a dandelion blown by the wind. Almost all the mercenaries who came to the rain forest knew this information.
The relevant knowledge about land degradation is common sense to the people in the rainforest. The mercenaries easily confirmed the authenticity of the news. Everyone was relieved and scared at the same time. Their tribes were all trying to grow crops to a greater or lesser extent.
[Luckily we knew these things before we lost our homes]
As the caravan visited isolated tribes along the newly opened trade routes, bringing the goods that the locals desperately needed, the mercenaries in the team also shared their experiences with the tribal residents.
Every time they receive looks of surprise or gratitude from their compatriots who have never left the desert, the entire caravan can enjoy better treatment in the local area.
The businessmen in the team will naturally be happy to see this happen, and later on they will even join the science popularization team.
But the attitude of the Theiya elders was completely the opposite, as if what they were doing would harm the interests of their tribe.
The young mercenary became increasingly uneasy. He unconsciously looked past Thea and focused his gaze on Elder Breda who was working in the field in the distance.
The strong middle-aged man was piling a large amount of newly purchased fertilizer made from mushroom beasts around the yellowing crops.
According to the merchants who sell these fertilizers, this fertilizer is natural and harmless, and still contains trace amounts of water, which can make up for the lack of water for crops in the desert.
Elder Breda knew nothing about the conversation between the two. This was his first time using this fertilizer, so he was very cautious and reduced the amount of fertilizer he applied.
But this amount is still far beyond the usage standard, but in the desert, only in this way can the crops get the nutrients they need to grow.
Next, he will have to apply fertilizer several times before these crops can mature.
Realizing that the mercenary in front of him was distracted, Elder Theya sighed:
"Originally, this is our tribe's own business. I shouldn't tell you too much about it.
But if I don’t explain it clearly, some of you might still let it slip, and then none of you will get out of here alive—”
Thea paused, lowered her voice and said, "In our tribe, nine elders share supreme power, one of whom is the mistress.
The support of the elders is crucial to the mistress. Similarly, other female elders have the right to compete for the mistress.
The reason why Madam Babel was able to sit in that position was not only because of her wisdom and excellent hunting ability,
The support of Elder Breda, who is in charge of planting and crocodile breeding, and her new ideas also contributed to the success.
After Babel became the leader, she taught us to read in the tribe, bought seeds and fertilizers from the caravan,
She wants us all to understand the history of the desert, to resonate with her ideal country, and to shed blood and sweat for that goal.
Under her instruction, Elder Breda successfully planted crops such as potatoes and tomatoes.
We finally tasted the flavors of different plants, and the prestige of Madam Babel reached its peak the moment these crops matured. From then on, no one among our elders dared to question her decision...
But all this will change because of the news you bring. Do you understand what I mean?"
Theya's words were like an icy spike, piercing the mercenary boy's heart. Although he was in the desert and his skin was covered with sweat, he felt cold from head to toe.
[We may all stay in this tribe forever and ever. ]
He seemed to hear malicious whispers echoing in his ears. He had never felt the approach of death so clearly.
"I'm going to tell the others now!"
The young mercenary rushed out quickly after saying this. He just wanted to let the other members of the caravan know about this matter as soon as possible, and completely forgot to thank and ask for help from the tribal elder in front of him.
Looking at the boy's receding back, Thea murmured in a low voice:
"'Eternal Oasis', 'Calling on the scattered desert people to rebuild the oasis country' is ultimately an illusory dream."
...
After warmly entertaining the distinguished guests from the rain forest, Barbelle gathered the important members of the tribe together and showed everyone the newly purchased books.
"'Children of the Oasis Mistress', 'Children of the King of Sand', my closest and most trusted family, today we have gained new power to fight against the city dwellers in the greenhouse!
These books give us the opportunity to read all the books of the Order. After the caravan arrived outside, I heard some rumors.
Some people questioned my decision, thinking that I should allow them to go to the rainforest to seek a better future like other tribal leaders did. Some even said that I retained the strict tribal system just for the sake of power.
It's ridiculous. We have a more advanced management system and stronger physique. Why should we bow to city people like some tribes?
We should follow the guidance of the 'Oasis Queen', plunder their knowledge, build our own kingdom and majestic palace,
Summon all the tribes in the desert and select wise men to assist the daughter of the Mistress of Flowers in developing her own knowledge.
Rather than becoming a slave to the city dwellers for a few scraps."
After hearing these words, most people were excited.
Those who were tempted when they heard that the same book in the rainforest area only cost tens of thousands of Mora, and who secretly cursed Barbier in their hearts, felt ashamed.
Babel looked around, silently memorized the expressions on everyone's faces, and then continued with a pleasant face:
"My excellent hunters told me that some tribal leaders immediately sent people to copy hundreds of copies of these textbooks and prepare to distribute them to everyone.
Some tribal leaders hide them as a symbol of their leadership and prohibit other members from purchasing such books privately.
Barbie shook her head and frowned in disdain.
“The former did not realize that the growth of a tribe cannot be driven by scholars alone. They were trying to follow the old path of the Fatwa Council. The latter was narrow-minded and only saw the immediate benefits.
I will select the best learners from among you to study the knowledge in these textbooks, and thus give them the right to read other paper books themselves.
I shared all my books with them, because I knew our tribe needed the wisdom of these wise men.”
Now, except for Barbier's mortal enemy, Elder Govafa, one of the nine elders, who had a stern face and cursed in his heart, "Slutty vixen!", everyone else, at least on the surface, was moved and their excitement was beyond words.
Babel raised her chin slightly, signaling her cronies to take action.
"Now, bring up those sewer rats who have taken favors from outsiders to sow discord, destroy the unity of the tribe, and betray their own people!"