"What? Have your cheap son marry my own younger sister?..."
On the bank of the Great River, when Red Fox Oztohua heard Balamo's question, his eyebrow twitched, his old face spasmed slightly, and he cursed endlessly in his heart. If he promised his sister to Balamo's son, wouldn't that make him lower than the other man for no reason? But when he narrowed his eyes and looked closely, seeing a certain flavor in Balamo's smile, he had no choice but to sigh silently in his heart.
Ancestors! This is him making a move against my Red Fox Great Tribe, planting a fox-trapping stake!...
"Witnessed by the Main God! Red Fox, you're also the chief of a great tribe. So what's it to be? Give me a straight answer!..."
"Ah! Witnessed by the ancestors! That is naturally excellent!..."
"Haaha! Shenyu, come here! Kowtow to Great Chief Red Fox, and call him brother-in-law!..."
"Good! Big Dad!... Kowtowing to Brother-in-law now!..."
Divine Archer Ba Shenyu came over nimbly, dropped to his knees, and knocked his head twice with two thuds, sealing the marriage.
The Red Fox Great Tribe was one of the few great tribes on the Wasteland. Not only did it have several thousand tribespeople, it had seen the grand scenes of the Death God Great Chief's Northern Expedition, and had nimbly escaped disaster. They had hidden deep in the Zacatecas Wasteland for several years, then run into last year's Cold Wave. They truly could no longer endure that rotten land that had only silver and grew no crops!
Fortunately, the scouts of the Red Fox Tribe had made contact with the Guachichil hunters sent by the various Qingqiu tribes to search for silver mines. Both sides were old acquaintances from the southward migration back then. After half a year of talks