Chapter 437: The Cloud Tribe

Su Yun discovered that the silkworms that could not eat food were actually slowly absorbing the energy of the mulberry leaves under them.

He looked a little surprised.

Was it because they absorbed energy that the silkworms did not die?

That was the only reason, and he did not see any other abnormalities in these silkworms.

After being surprised, he did not take it too seriously. They were just moths. They were alive. Maybe they could produce a few more batches of eggs.

Thinking of this, his mental power scanned some yellow silkworm eggs in the frame, and some newly hatched black silkworms that looked as small as ants. They were crawling densely in the frame.

After looking at the silkworms, Su Yun focused his consciousness on his body, found the old priest's thread of faith, and began to transmit knowledge.

In the cave, the old priest was originally happily fiddling with the moths, thinking it was very interesting. Suddenly, the knowledge that appeared in his mind made him stunned.

It was God!

Knowing that it was God who was imparting knowledge belonging to God, he quickly stopped what he was doing and waited devoutly.

Soon, after no new content appeared, he began to check the memory in his mind, and then he was stunned.

In his mind, there appeared the knowledge of processing silk cocoons, and the content of making textile looms and weaving clothes with wood.

In addition to these, there is also something called a computer, but even if this thing has memory, he only vaguely understands it, and does not understand what it is at all.

"God's knowledge is complicated!" He sighed.

After thinking, he walked to the cocoons that the moths had shed before, and looked at the cocoons with a small hole on the top, his face full of regret.

He thought these things were useful before, but according to the knowledge passed down by God, these cocoons can basically not be used to weave clothes because the thread ends have been broken.

The real treatment method is also in the knowledge passed down by God.

When the cocoons are still intact, put them directly into boiling water and boil them. When the thread ends come out, pull them up and put them on a small wooden stick. In this way, you can pull the cocoons and unravel the cocoons.

The old priest began to gather the tribesmen to make textile looms according to the oracle, and also passed down computer knowledge.

He was very troubled by the obscure knowledge, but fortunately the god said that as long as the tribe members had a general understanding, it would be fine, which made him feel relieved.

While the old priest was dealing with things, Su Yun was thinking in the divine stone space.

"It's safer to go both ways."

In order to prevent this failure, he planned to continue studying computer knowledge. If theology was useless, he could only rely on himself.

He was immersed in research.

In this situation, time passed quickly, and a day passed in the blink of an eye.

The old priest had spread the knowledge of the optical computer, but to his disappointment, none of the tribe members had any accidents, and they were all confused.

He thought there would be someone who could understand the knowledge passed down by the gods.

At the same time, he also made a textile machine, which was now placed outside the cave, and he was taking the tribe members to familiarize themselves with it.

The bronze-skinned and bearded leader asked the priest in confusion, "What is this?"

"A secret, you will understand when the day comes." The old priest reached out and stroked the textile machine, smiling.

He decided to give the tribe members a surprise when the clothes were made.

The chief glared at the old priest, thinking that this guy was keeping things a secret, which always made people feel uncomfortable.

Isn't it that the gods prefer him and like to pass on knowledge to him...

He felt sour in his heart.

Time passed again, and soon a few days passed.

During these days, this batch of silkworms just turned into cocoons. After having the original moths as seeds, the old priest soaked nearly a thousand cocoons in boiling water, and then asked the careful tribesmen to extract the silk with wooden sticks.

Although the process was cumbersome, it was still very interesting for bored people.

One by one, the sticks wrapped with silk were placed in the cave one after another.

Then the old priest arranged a few women and asked them to follow him into the house.

The chief looked at the priest who stopped him outside the cave, and muttered, "Isn't this old guy doing something shameful in there?"

After complaining, he could only wait quietly with the other tribesmen, waiting for the so-called surprise.

Many tribesmen dispersed and returned to their usual lives.

But they lived quietly, while other tribes did not.

As the reputation of the Yanhuang tribe spread, its influence was very great, which attracted many foreign tribes.

Among them, there were also guys who saw the development of the Yanhuang tribe and thought they could take advantage of it.

Another six days passed.

A few kilometers away from the Yanhuang tribe, by a big river, amid the sound of rushing water, some footsteps were heard on the gravel on the shore.

Judging from the footsteps, they were made by three people.

"Feiniao, is that tribe really like what you said?"

The speaker was a man in his thirties who looked calm and majestic.

He was Qingyun, the leader of the seventh-level cloud tribe, and the person he was questioning was a young man in his twenties with a baby face who looked very tender.

"I didn't lie. There are indeed very few things in that seventh-level tribe. We can make a lot of money!"

Fei Niao nodded.

As an envoy of the seventh-level cloud tribe, he was originally sent by his own god to greet the Yanhuang tribe in a friendly manner. Who knew that he would find something after entering the tribe.

The tribe was actually lacking a lot of things!

Like staple food and clothes. He hadn't seen them in the Yanhuang tribe the last time. He was a little bit unbelievable at the time. How could a level 7 tribe be without staple food and wear animal skins?

How did they develop and how did they not starve to death?

After he felt that it was profitable, he went back to the tribe and told the story. The other tribesmen had the same idea as him. They couldn't believe it and were ready to make a fortune.

"As long as we trade the hemp clothes and our staple food this time, we will definitely make a lot of money."

"If we don't take advantage of the time, this benefit will definitely be snatched away by other tribes!"

Fei Niao, who had no idea that the staple food of the Yanhuang tribe had been sold some time ago, had an anxious look on his face.

"Haha... I hope what you said is true!" Chief Qingyun laughed.

Another person who had been listening to the two of them spoke up after hearing this, "Chief, is the god of the Yanhuang tribe really that powerful? Are they really a level 7 tribe?"

Li had to wonder if this was a so-called rumor and that the matter was simply false. Otherwise, how to explain that the Yanhuang tribe did not have something that the level 3 tribe had?

Fei Niao's eyes widened when he heard this. This was what he had always wanted to ask.

Qingyun hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be true. This is what the Cloud God said himself!"

(End of this chapter)