"Carl, I have an idea."

"Um?"

Carl looked at Link in confusion, he was still thinking.

“Have you ever heard of the ‘control variable method’?”

"That's...?"

“As you said, there is no difference in reproduction between the Gini people of large tribes and small tribes.

Then we can also compare Gini people with strong reproductive ability with those who are not that strong to see if there is any difference between the two.

Those differences may be the secret of the reproductive ability of the Gini people."

The more Carl listened, his eyes brighter and his face became excited.

Link smiled involuntarily as he saw him receive his inspiration.

"Sir, so you're the same as I thought!

We quickly take the group of Gini people on the island and can use them for experiments!"

“What…what?”

Link looked shocked. Did Carl actually get this inspiration from my words? Is he still a human? He actually wants to use his tribe members to do experiments?

"Control variable method? That's right! This is how to control variables!"

Carl muttered to himself excitedly.

Three days later, in the plantation on Miluo Island.

Link stood on the high platform of the plantation with a serious expression.

It is said to be a high platform, but in fact it is only more than half a meter high. There are a row of indigenous leaders in the plantation kneeling below.

They were wearing tribal clothes, mostly made of linen and grass leaves, with crowns made of some unknown bird feathers, and their faces were painted with natural oils, but unfortunately they were not obvious under their dark skin.

He muttered the unknown: "%￥‖￥%" in his mouth and crawled towards Link and bowed.

A large number of the Gini natives on the island gathered outside the plantation further away, and they also knelt down and worshiped devoutly.

Link on the stage was also wearing indigenous clothes, and was naked at Carl's suggestion.

Unlike the Keeni natives who were kneeling down, Link's skin was healthy wheat color, so the natural oil paints applied to him were even more conspicuous.

"Boss, you look like that, hahaha..."

Tony's ridicule came from the crowd watching the ceremony below the audience.

There were also subordinates who were shaking their shoulders and turning their backs, trying to hold back and laugh.

Resisting the urge to squirt, Link gritted his teeth and asked Carl who was on the side: "How long will it take?"

The oil paint applied to his body slowly melted under the direct sunlight and slowly slid down the skin on Link's chest, which made him feel extremely itchy.

"Sir, the ceremony has been halfway through. Don't give up halfway, as this will anger the Gini leaders."

Link had no choice but to close his eyes and accept his fate, hoping that the ceremony would pass soon.

Finally, these indigenous leaders knelt down and stood up.

The leader took out a stone knife for sacrifice from behind.

"Swish" opened a bloody mouth on his thumb.

Link felt pain when he looked at it. It wasn't that the wound was so big, but that the stone knife looked too dull and how hard it would take to bleed?

The leading indigenous leader then passed the sacrificial stone swords back, and the people behind him did as they did.

After they all finished cutting, they lined up.

Use the blood finger that has been cut and not yet condensed to mark Link's mark.

"Sir, hold it back! This is the last part!"

Carl looked at Link with some resistance and quickly whispered in his ear.

Link closed his eyes with his fate. If he couldn't resist, then enjoy it.

"Damn, who is touching my son!"

...

After finally ending the ceremony, Link quickly washed up.

"That's what it is? My tribal leader can't even speak indigenous language. Can they recognize me?"

After finishing, Link asked Carl who was waiting.

"Sir, in fact, these Gini people on the island were sold by large tribes. To be precise, they were all wandering Gini people before yesterday."

"Hmm? So? Aren't you a wandering Gini?"

Carl was stunned by the words: "I...I am different. In short, these Gini people have actually always wanted to find tribal protection.

They were also the ones who asked me to help ask Bob's manager. Unfortunately, Bob's manager failed to agree."

"So they went to inform and let our fleet be surrounded?"

Link is still worried about this matter.

"Sir, don't worry, now it won't be there. After the ceremony, these Gini people will be your people."

“So they can also be involved in food production?”

Link's eyes lit up.

"Yes, but you may have to solve a small problem with these Ginis before that."

“What’s the problem?”

"Find them a wife..."

Link looked confused: "What?"

"I communicated with the leaders, and they expressed their hope that the patriarch, that is, you, can consider this issue first, otherwise they will go on strike."

"What?"

Link was so angry that he almost jumped: "What am I trying to do? Why should I hold this ceremony?"

"Sir, don't worry, leave this to me. You can use food to buy kini women with the surrounding tribes. It only takes a thousand people."

Carl enlightened Link to take this matter.

"Let them help grow food first! There is also wine making, otherwise there will be no women to share!

Those who work hard and perform well will be given priority allocation.”

Link said hatefully, thinking about it, but then he felt something was wrong: "A Gini who is more than 5,000 men, just buy one thousand? Is it enough?"

"Sir, believe me, enough, they...."

"Okay OK! I understand, I'll leave it to you!"

Link suddenly thought of something and quickly left here.

‘The ratio of men and women is 5 to 1. It’s really terrible to start having children at the age of thirteen. How miserable are these Gini women? When will the Gini people awaken their feminist consciousness? They are so angry!’

He was afraid that he would hear any ridiculous words from Carl that violated the core socialist values ​​again, so he hurriedly left. As long as he didn't know about these things, it would have nothing to do with him.

Carl looked at Link who was slipping away and was confused: "I want to say that buying less is just right to conduct a control variable experiment. What's wrong with him?"

Touching his head, Carl walked towards the warehouse without understanding, and he had to hurry up and do the job well.

Except for the lower terrain on one side of the port, Miluo Island faces the sea with towering cliffs, and a large basin plain in the middle.

The mountain people were arranged to live here.

Link set out from the manor in a carriage, bumped on the simple earth and rocky road for twenty or thirty minutes, and finally saw the gathering place of mountain people.

In just a few days, a wooden house complex rose from the plain that was originally a flat ground.

When the carriage drove near, people came and went in the woods near the gathering place.

Link looked closely and found that it was the captured former Miluo Island guards.
Chapter completed!