The young women in the tribe are all wearing gorgeous dresses, and most of them are wearing veils like An Yi, so they can't see their original faces clearly. Of course, familiar people can know who is who they are by their voice and body shape characteristics. This is just like we can recognize our old friends by just looking at the back or side face.

Most men in the tribe wore lace clothes and trousers, and their hair was also surrounded by hats made of scarves embroidered with laces on their heads. This should be the unified clothing of their tribe.

Every tribe member who saw An Yi respected her very much and would call her "Young Tribe Chief". However, when he saw Zhong Lin, he only had one expression, which was like seeing a monster.

"An Yi, look, do I want to change my clothes?"

When Zhong Lin saw those strange eyes, he felt uncomfortable all over, so he said.

"No need to change it. Our clan is so big, one passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds. Now it is estimated that everyone in the clan already knows that you exist, so there is no need to change it." An Yi said disapprovingly.

"How many people are there in your tribe?" Zhong Lin asked curiously.

"There are 785 adults over the age of 18 in our tribe; 376 teenagers and children under the age of 18, including 205 children under the age of 8." An Yi said the detailed population figure without hesitation, and even adults and children remember them very clearly.

"You remember it very clearly!" Zhong Lin gave a thumbs up and praised.

"That's right, otherwise how could I be worthy of being their young clan leader?! Not only that, I know exactly how many chickens, ducks, and dogs we have..."

"Awesome, dear!" Zhong Lin blurted out.

"relative?!"

"Oh, 'dea' is a kind of honorific title in the outside world, a respectful title!" Zhong Lin scratched his head and continued, "By the way, everyone in your clan calls you the young clan leader, so does that mean that you will be the clan leader in the future?"

"Yes, every clan leader in our clan is a woman. The current clan leader is the mother-in-law. When the mother-in-law becomes the clan leader, she will choose the heir to the next clan leader, but..."

An Yi suddenly paused when he said this, his eyebrows frowned. Although her face was covered with a veil, she could not see all the expressions on her face, but from her eyebrows, she could see that she had a hint of sadness at this moment.

Zhong Lin did not ask because he knew that An Yi might have stopped and thought of some sad past. If she wanted to continue talking, she would definitely continue talking. If she didn't want to say it, there was no need to force it.

Sure enough, after a while, An Yi continued: "When my mother-in-law succeeded to the patriarch, the young patriarch she chose was my mother. But more than ten years ago, when I was only eight years old, my father and mother both disappeared. Later, I heard that they were looking for an outlet to the outside world... and they couldn't come back..."

An Yi calmed down and continued: "After my parents disappeared, a few years later, my mother-in-law's health had problems, so under the strong demands of everyone, she appointed me as the young patriarch. At first, I was very resistant to being the young patriarch because I always thought that the young patriarch should be my mother. I still dreamed that one day my parents would be able to return to me again..."

"So at least when you were young, you met your parents and spent a wonderful childhood with them..." Zhong Lin sighed.

"Hmm?! You, what do you mean?"

An Yi frowned and said, she could feel it from her tone. After listening to Zhong Lin's words, she seemed a little unhappy...

It was not until this time that Zhong Lin realized that An Yi's words just reminded him of himself and had been completely immersed in his thoughts...

Zhong Lin realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing and hurriedly said, "No, sorry, An Yi. I have no other meaning. I just remembered my own parents after listening to you. Your parents left when you were young, but at least you have seen them, know what they look like, and have lived with them for a while. But my parents left me when I was still in my infancy! I don't know what they look like. Although I already know that they are still alive, I don't know if I can see them again in this life..."

Speaking of this, Zhong Lin was obviously a little sad and silently lowered his head. His parents will always be the insurmountable joke in Zhong Lin's heart.

"Sorry, Zhong Lin, I misunderstood you. I didn't expect you to have such a similar experience..." An Yi looked up at the sky, closed his eyes gently, as if he didn't want his tears to fall.

After a while, An Yi slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said with a "giggle" smile: "I didn't expect that the two of us were really connected to the same 'ill'!"

Zhong Lin also laughed. Perhaps it was because of this connection with the disease that the distance between the two people was narrowed.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about these things, let's talk about something happy." An Yi said with a smile, obviously thinking about changing the topic.

"Hmm?! Are you weaving brocades with silk?" Zhong Lin happened to see several women wearing colorful dresses under a big willow tree weaving colorful silk threads, so he asked.

"Yes, those are silk, and the colorful silk threads on our tribal clothes are all woven in this way."

"Strange, do you still have a dyeing factory here? Didn't you see that you have a factory here?"

Zhong Lin walked along the way and did not find any traces of industrialization in An Yi's tribe, and even the fields still maintained the most primitive working habits. So he was curious where the gorgeous colors came from...

"Dyeing factory? What is the dyeing factory?!" An Yi asked in wonder if he didn't know what Zhong Lin was referring to.

"A dyeing factory is a dye production factory. The dye produced in the dyeing factory can be used to dye items. I saw that the silk threads are colorful and very bright. Isn't it dyed with dye?"

"Are you talking about the color of those silks? That is their original color! The silkworms we raise can spit out colorful silk threads, and there is no need to be dyed!" An Yi said as he walked towards a simple house next to the big willow tree.

"This house is used to raise mulberry silkworms, come and take a look." An Yi had already walked into the room as he said that.

Zhong Lin was curious and wanted to see what the mulberry silkworms that could spit out colorful silk would look like. In his impression, mulberry silkworms seemed to only spit out white silk, and perhaps a small part would spit out yellow silk threads. Such colorful and colorful silk, Zhong Lin had never listened to it, let alone seen it.

"Zhong Lin, come and see, the silk thread spit out from the silkworms raised in the bamboo sieve on this frame is white. Do you see it is the same as the mulberry silkworms in the outside world?"

An Yi pointed to a bamboo sieve with a diameter of more than ten layers of 1.5 meters.

"Apart from being a little bigger, this silkworm seems to be no different from the mulberry silkworms in the outside world."

"Then look at this frame again. These dozen sifted mulberry silkworms will spit out red silk threads in the future." An Yi pointed to another frame and said.

"Oh?! Let's take a look." Zhong Lin walked over curiously.

"It seems..., it seems that there is no difference! I looked at them and the mulberry silkworms just now!" Zhong Lin observed carefully, but still couldn't see any difference.

"Then look at this one again. This one will spit out golden silkworms; and that one will spit out orange silkworms; the other one will spit out purple silkworms..."

Zhong Lin looked at it one by one, but like before, in his eyes, these mulberry silkworms seemed to have no difference except for their different sizes. However, the size of the mulberry silkworms obviously has no direct relationship with the color of silk thread they spit. They can only say that they grow fast and slow.

Zhong Lin couldn't tell the difference, so he scratched his head and asked embarrassedly: "An Yi, I really can't tell where these mulberry silkworms are different? Why do they spit out different colors of silk threads? Can you tell me where to tell me?"

An Yi first laughed for a while, then said, "I'm so stupid. Do you think these shelves have words written on them? This one with the word "white" is raised to be a mulberry silkworm with white silk thread; the other with the word "gold" is a mulberry silkworm with golden silk thread..."

"You..., are you coaxing me, right?" Zhong Lin also smiled. It was not until this time that Zhong Lin knew that An Yi didn't know how to distinguish which kind of mulberry silkworm spit out what color of silk thread, or that he couldn't tell it out of the appearance. She just looked at the "text" written on the shelf. The laughter of the two made them temporarily forget the unpleasant experiences they just remembered...

"Are these symbols written by your Phoenix Clan?" Zhong Lin noticed that there was indeed a strange symbol engraved on each shelf.

"Yes, this is 'white', that is 'purple', that is 'gold'..."

An Yi pointed to the symbols engraved on the shelf and explained to Zhong Lin one by one.

"By the way, by the way, take a closer look. There are also many ancient words on my clothes that belong to our Phoenix tribe." An Yi pointed to the pattern of the cuffs, collars, and skirts and continued: "This symbol represents 'clouds', this symbol represents 'fields', this represents 'man', and this represents 'woman'..."
Chapter completed!