Chapter 258 Old Green Bull

In a very remote highland.

A cowherd boy was riding on an old blue ox, herding a group of cows and sheep.

The cowherd boy looked about twelve or thirteen years old and was an orphan. He survived on the highland by the charity of tribal elders, who allowed him to help herd for a living.

There were many children like him in the tribe.

Over the past few decades, if it wasn't earthquakes and floods, it was epidemics and famines, not to mention the occasional wars.

The hundreds of tribes in the mountains of the highland were never short of orphans whose direct relatives had all died.

Compared to those who had access to electricity and the information age of modern society, the cowherd and his peers were like primitive people, having never even touched electronic products.

The industrial products they came into contact with most often were probably the guns and even rocket launchers that were much older than they were.