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The migrating tribes are a good thing. He needs a large population for construction. There are very few unrelated young men and women in the Sharp Teeth Tribe, and intermarriage within the tribe isn't suitable. If he can absorb this tribe...

He couldn't help but quicken his pace and asked Shi, "By the way, Shi, how did you communicate when other tribes came here to exchange salt?"

Shi answered him, "From the mountains in the north to the mighty rivers in the south, the dozen or so tribes that inhabit this vast area all speak the same language, and they are the only ones who come here to trade for salt."

So, perhaps the tribes in this area were once a single group long ago? Wu Yue nodded and asked, "Are the other tribes in this area powerful? How many people are there?"

It’s not that he was in a hurry to absorb these people, but he was afraid that a situation like the Hyena Tribe would occur again.

Shi shook his head, a look of pride on his face. "The most formidable were the hyenas, but we've driven them away. They're so hated, they probably won't dare stay in this land anymore. The other tribes aren't particularly large, the largest only having six or seven hundred people. But I hear there's a much larger tribe on the other side of the river to the south."

Wu Yue felt a little relieved. As long as there weren't any powerful tribes in this area, it would be fine. The river and mountains were natural barriers. Even if a powerful tribe came from either side, they wouldn't be able to attack.

They soon arrived at the east entrance of the tribe. From a distance, Wu Yue's eyes lit up, because in addition to a few strangers, there was also a creature that looked like a horse with something on its back appearing at the entrance of the tribe.

On the grassland not far away, there were more people and horses gathered.

Wu Yue couldn't help but smile enthusiastically, and wanted to absorb these people into the tribe even more.

"Hello, friends from afar!" he greeted warmly.

It was an unfamiliar language, but they could completely understand what he meant. The people on the opposite side were all startled and looked at each other in awe.

Although each tribe had witches who had inherited different traditions, they had never seen anyone who could display divine power so clearly.

Finally, a middle-aged man in his forties stepped forward and said, "Greetings, honorable wizard, I am Ma Tian, ​​the chief of the Dama tribe."

Oh, he even has a name. Wu Yue secretly looked at him. Although they were also wearing animal skins, these Dama people looked very clean and tidy, and the men were all healthy and strong.

"Chief Ma Tian, ​​welcome to the Sharp Fang Tribe. I am Wu Yue." He didn't have the audacity to call himself a divine messenger. He also introduced Xiao, who stood sternly beside him. "This is Xiao, the leader of the Sharp Fang Tribe."

Xiao raised his neck and nodded coldly.

Ma Tian also nodded to him, and then asked Wu Yue: "Are you... a great witch?"

Wu Yue scratched his head, but still admitted his identity with a bit of shame: "I am a messenger of God."

After he finished speaking, he felt so embarrassed that he quickly pulled Xiao to make way: "Don't stand at the door, please come in and talk if you have anything to say." There were only a few people from the Malaysian tribe, and they didn't bring any weapons, so it seemed that they didn't have any malicious intentions.

Seeing that they were carrying things on their horses, I thought they were going to do business.

The people of the Dama tribe looked at each other, and at Ma Tian’s signal, they all followed in obediently.

It was still the bonfire in the middle of the tribe. After asking people to sit on stone or wooden blocks, Wu Yue took out a few pottery bowls from the space, poured some hot water and distributed them to them.

The pottery bowl that appeared out of nowhere caused a commotion among the group again. Wu Yue was secretly proud of himself, but his face remained expressionless, as if what he did was very normal.

However, Xiao's chin was raised a little higher.

See, our messenger of God, my future partner, is he powerful?

"What an incredible power..." Ma Tian, ​​who had only believed it 50% before, now believed it 80%. He took a sip of water from the pottery in his hand and his eyes widened again.

He had seen pottery. A tribe in the north produced this stuff, and it was very valuable.

But the precious pottery looked very crude compared to the one in his hand. The pottery bowl in his hand was so smooth and shiny, not the yellow or black color typical of pottery, but with a light blue-green color.

Such a small tribe can actually casually offer such good things to treat people.

He was secretly surprised and couldn't help but look around quietly. All he saw were some simple tents, which were completely different from the pottery-producing northern tribe where people lived in wooden houses.

No, that's not right.

What's that tall building at the foot of the mountain over there? What are those busy men doing next to it?

Seeing Ma Tian staring at his house, Wu Yue took the opportunity to explain: "Oh, that's my house, which was also newly built. Is Chief Ma Tian interested in taking a look?"

"A house?" Ma Tian was surprised, but immediately made a conclusion. "Is this where you worship the gods? Our tribe worships the horse god, so we won't go there to avoid offending the gods."

Ah, why does it feel like this group of people is more superstitious than the Liya tribe?

Wu Yue shook his head and explained, "No, no, that's just the house I live in. They're still building it, and in the future everyone in our tribe will be able to live in a house like that."

Everyone can live here, isn’t it exciting?

More than just being moved, Ma Tian's eyes were almost on fire as he looked at the tall house that seemed to be built of stone.

Their tribe was blessed by the horse god and had the ability to train horses, so they grew stronger little by little. However, there were many forces in the north, and in order to fight for territory, they were driven here and there, and it was difficult for them to live in peace.

Looking at this small tribe of only about 200 people, Ma Tian felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Seeing that the situation was almost heated, Wu Yue stopped provoking him and said, "By the way, Chief Ma Tian, ​​what are you looking to trade this time? Our tribe produces salt, and we are the only place in this vast area that can exchange salt."

When Ma Tian heard that this tribe also produced salt, he felt even more sour.

He forced himself to stand up and took two animal hide bags from the horse's back.

Wu Yue's eyes lit up. Judging from the stitches on the animal skin bag, this Malaysian tribe could also make bone needles and wool.

There were two bags, one was full of dried meat, and the other was a bag of half-dried fruits, which looked a bit like longan.

Are they all edible? Wu Yue was quite interested in the bag of fruit and reached out to grab one to examine it.

"Lord God's Messenger, this is not edible." Ma Tian was afraid that he would eat it by mistake, so he quickly reminded him.

"I know." Wu Yue smiled at him, and at the same time wondered in his heart why the Malaysians couldn't come earlier. If they had come a day earlier, he wouldn't have to make soap.

Because he recognized the fruit.

Soapberry, also known as hand-washing fruit, will produce foam when rubbed with water. It can be used to wash hands, wash hair and take a bath. It is a natural cleanser.

Making soap wastes too much oil, so using soapberry directly can save a lot of precious fat. Moreover, soapberry has stronger cleaning ability than wood ash soap and does not require processing.

This bag was full of ripe fruits. Wu Yue had already decided to replace them. He quickly took the peels and planted the seeds in the woods.

Xiao, who only understood Wu Yue's words, had been sitting on the bench for a long time. Now he vaguely guessed that Wu Yue wanted to exchange something. Seeing that Wu Yue was holding on to the fruit, he came over and asked, "Is this fruit important?"

Shit, I was just about to bargain, are you trying to mess things up?!

Fortunately, he also had soap. In order to prove to Ma Tian that he didn't really need soapberries, he took out a stainless steel basin, poured some water into it, and let Xiao try to wash his hands with soapberries.

Xiao, who had never seen the world before, rubbed his hands full of foam, feeling it was amazing. He widened his eyes and showed his hands to Wu Yue: "This fruit is really good, just like the soap you used on us before, it washes very clean!"

The Malaysians regained some ground and looked a little proud.

Oh, Wu Yue took out the soap again: "This fruit is called soapberry, it can be used as a substitute for soap, but it's quite a coincidence, I also made soap yesterday, and it's more moisturizing than soapberry, and it won't dry out my hands after washing."

He took out the small piece of soap and let Xiao try it, shamelessly saying that the disadvantage of insufficient cleaning power was an advantage.

Xiao quickly understood what he meant, and even though the other party didn't understand, he quickly said, "Yes, yes, soap is still better. It feels more comfortable after washing!"

The Malaysians' faces turned ugly again.

Ma Tian sighed silently and asked Wu Yue, "Lord Divine Envoy, we in the Dama tribe don't have much good stuff. How much salt can you exchange for these?"

Wu Yue also didn't know the value of salt, so he asked Xiao.

Xiao, who had been happily washing his hands for a long time, saw that business was coming. After whispering with Wu Yue for a while, he finally gave a fair price.

There is plenty of salt anyway, and it is really worthless to the Sharp Tooth Tribe.

Ma Tian thought he would be ripped off, but when he saw the salt, he was surprised by the amount and thanked the chef repeatedly.

Their tribe had been out of salt for half a month, and people had no strength without salt. Now they were finally saved.

The deal was done, and both parties were very satisfied. Wanting to understand the Dama tribe, Wu Yue asked again, "Excuse me, Chief Ma Tian, ​​did you come from the north? Why did you leave?"

Ma Tian was honest and sighed, "Our tribe consists of only a few hundred people, a small population, and a weak military force. We've been chased around the north and have been running around. For some reason, the wild beasts in the north have been going crazy lately, even daring to break into our tribal camp and kill many of our horses. We can't survive there anymore, so we had to cross the mountains and come here. We set out when the snow melted, and it took a long time to walk, only arriving last night."

Wu Yue was startled at first. The mad beast reminded him of the mad wolf that had appeared before.

But after hearing how long it took the Dama tribe to cross the mountains, I felt a little relieved. The wild animals on the other side shouldn't be able to get through such a long distance. I just don't know how those mad wolves were infected.

Mentioning this, Ma Tian made another request: "Some of our people are sick and injured. We would like to rest here for a few days before heading south. Please..."

He frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

In the north, I often bow my head and beg for help. I didn't expect that here, I would also...

If they were to rest here, there would be a possibility of stealing prey. Wu Yue did not dare to act on his own and turned to ask Xiao.

Xiao asked Wu Yue, "Do you want to absorb them into the tribe?"

Afraid of being overheard by Ma Tian, ​​Wu Yue leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Well, our tribe needs people, and they can also train horses!"

Xiao felt a tingling sensation inside his ears from the hot air, but luckily he still had some sense, so he nodded and said, "Let them recuperate here. Let them see how great our tribe is. We can also go hunting together. I want to see what they can do."