"From today onwards, your tribe is exempted from the autumn hunt!"
The middle-aged man heard this and tears instantly welled up in his eyes. He walked on his knees to He Luotu, half-believing and half-doubting, and said, "Lord He Luotu, are you... are you serious!"
"Of course it's true. Do you think I would deceive you?" He Luotu, who was extremely respectful in front of Zheng Ming, was now full of pride.
"Thank you, Lord He Luotu, thank you, Lord He Luotu!" The middle-aged man, overwhelmed with emotion, shouted madly to the people around him, "Our autumn hunt has been waived! Our autumn hunt has been waived!"
"Lord He Luotu has spoken, saying our autumn hunt is waived!"
Almost at the moment this middle-aged man shouted, the quiet surroundings boiled up again, but this time, it was not laughter, but crying.
The crying was full of excitement!
