Place the human head at the edge of the tribal camp and wait for it to rot, letting the stench envelop the entire camp. Then slowly wait for flies to lay maggots on it, and then wait for the fly eggs to hatch, producing even more flies to spread the plague.

This was supposed to be a matter of course, but in the long thirteen years, Ethan Brooks had never seen an overly powerful plague.

Thinking of the powerful Uighurs centuries later, Ethan Brooks had to admit that heaven really does look after fools!

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Chapter Three: Good Food Must Not Be Let Down! (Thanks to Olivia Harris, Silver Alliance)

Chapter Three: Good Food Must Not Be Let Down!

“Mom begged Uncle Charles Bennett to get you a horse, so you’ll never have to ride the old ram to chase down William Harris and the others again.”

Emily Clark’s warm breath made Ethan Brooks’s ear itch. He slapped Emily Clark on the butt and said, “Where did you learn that?”

“From Mom! That’s how Mom talks to Uncle Charles Bennett. Uncle Charles Bennett’s face turned red and dark, and he didn’t even notice the milk curd falling from his hand.”

“Don’t talk to people like that again!” Ethan Brooks felt his educational duties had just gotten even heavier.

“Mom said men all like women to talk to them that way, and told me to learn it well…”

“I said—don’t learn it!”

“I won’t!”

Emily Clark got angry, grabbing Ethan Brooks’s long hair with both hands and shaking it hard.

A daily beating for Emily Clark—this was the rule Ethan Brooks had set for himself. Otherwise, the always mischievous and troublemaking Emily Clark would spend the whole day crying.

Obviously, Emily Clark also knew about her brother’s rule, and had already figured out its loophole. Usually, after being beaten by her brother, she would become even more arrogant and reckless.

Ethan Brooks angrily patted the head of the black-eyed ram. The ram immediately broke into a run, dashing to the front of the group and heading straight for the tents without hesitation.

“Awooo—” More shouts rang out, and more shepherds drove their flocks out from the mountain valleys. The foot of the Tianshan Mountains instantly became lively.

Carrying Emily Clark on his back, Ethan Brooks looked back once more at the snow-capped Tianshan. He had seen this scenery for thirteen years; no matter how beautiful, he was a bit tired of it by now.

If, if Sarah Miller really wanted to enter Charles Bennett’s tent, he wanted to leave here and go see Chang’an, the city that haunted his dreams.

To see if the Chang’an in the books was as prosperous in reality as he imagined.

He was never a Uighur to begin with, so naturally he couldn’t fool himself into thinking he was one.

Besides, the Uighur way of life really didn’t suit him.

Ethan Brooks was afraid that if he stayed here too long, the bit of civilization in his mind would slowly fade away with time, and he would eventually forget everything.

A fat marmot tumbled down the grassy slope, and Emily Clark immediately jumped off Ethan Brooks’s back.

The two equally chubby creatures collided heavily. Emily Clark clearly won with her height advantage, wrapping her hands around the marmot’s neck and anxiously shouting to Ethan Brooks, “Brother, hurry up and start a fire.”

The marmot struggled a few times under Emily Clark’s chokehold, then went limp, its once plump body now hanging down, looking a bit long and thin.

Ethan Brooks rescued David Bennett from Emily Clark’s clutches. The creature immediately squatted by his side, chirping, and pointed a paw at the glaring Emily Clark to vent its dissatisfaction.

He took out two pieces of milk curd and fed them to David Bennett, who instantly forgot the humiliation just now.

This fellow was the spy among the marmots, belonging solely to Ethan Brooks. It had no sense of group honor or the instinct to live and die with its kind.

Ever since Ethan Brooks rescued it as a pup from the talons of a golden eagle, and after many encounters on the grassland, its feelings for Ethan Brooks were deeper than for its own kind.

As long as Ethan Brooks went herding, it would appear nearby, even luring other marmots over for Ethan Brooks to catch and roast.

Marmots are strange animals, their trust in their companions is almost unconditional.

Of course, David Bennett must be excluded—it was the black sheep of the marmot clan.

With David Bennett leading the way, they would come in droves… At this point, Ethan Brooks only needed to catch one with a leather pouch, then give the others some food, and the group would leave contentedly under David Bennett’s lead. As for missing a companion or two, they didn’t seem to care—maybe they couldn’t count.

As long as Ethan Brooks was willing to give, they would come again next time for high-calorie treats like milk curd. Losing a few companions was a trivial matter.

Wherever marmots appeared, golden eagles would surely arrive as well, just as it was normal for Emily Clark to drool at the sight of a marmot.

The golden eagle flew silently high above. David Bennett let out a shrill warning, and the marmots immediately dove into the weeds, fleeing along the way they came.

Ethan Brooks waved the swaying leather pouch and bid farewell to David Bennett, who once again stood on a high spot and called out to Ethan Brooks, somewhat reluctant to part.

When they returned to their burrows, perhaps they would blame the loss of a companion or two on the golden eagle.

By now, Emily Clark had already forgotten her brother’s strange way of catching marmots. She just wanted to hurry home so her brother could roast this marmot for her to eat.