The deterrent power of gunpowder, an anti-divine artifact in this era, is no different from a myth. The natives of the Sweet Potato Tribe were immediately shocked, and after the shock, they worshipped it.

Then things completely changed. The chief of the Corn Tribe was explaining things there, glancing at Zhao Li and the others from time to time, his eyes full of admiration.

The two tribes, once sworn enemies, seemed to have long since forgotten their hatred. The natives were all listening to the explanation given by the chief of the Corn Tribe, which was basically praising the Zhao Li and his men for being so powerful.

After a long moment, Chief Sweet Potato approached Zhao Li. This time, he was respectful and respectful, bowing in a manner that was typical of every human civilization. Regardless of skin color or civilization, the practice of bowing, a gesture of kindness or respect, was practiced without instruction.

Chief Fanshu bowed to Zhao Li, who accepted it with equanimity. He knew very well that when someone is respectful, the more equanimously you accept, the more respectful they will be.

Then the chief of the sweet potato tribe began to gesture, and this time everyone understood that he wanted the same as the corn chief, fine wine, porcelain and silk.

Zhao Li smiled, took the hands of the two chiefs and put their hands together.

For thousands of years, no one knew when the two tribes had begun to fight. Their ancestors had once coexisted peacefully, but hatred was always harder to forget than peace, so the two tribes had been fighting for hundreds of years.

Even if some of them had thought that the two sides could coexist peacefully, they eventually found that it was futile. There was also a case where a man and a woman from two tribes fell in love and were forced to commit suicide together.

Things were different now. Zhao Li was an envoy. In the eyes of these natives, Zhao Li and his men were sent by God to save them. Zhao Li's request for the two tribal chiefs to shake hands and make peace was also God's will.

Since it was the arrangement of the higher-ups, no one dared to raise any objections. In fact, these people were already tired of fighting, and everyone longed for peace.

There was excitement on the faces of the natives, and the centuries-long tribal war came to an end.

Later, there were occasional frictions between the two tribes, but they remembered that their ancestors had been sent down to earth to mediate, proving that only when two tribes lived in peace could they prosper forever, otherwise they would be punished. So the two tribes continued to live in peace.

Zhao Li ordered the crew to continuously carry porcelain, tea, and silk from the ship. The people of the Yuefanshu tribe suddenly became excited and bowed down to Zhao Li and his men.

One tribe was rich in corn, the other in sweet potatoes. Perhaps it was a divine intervention, as Zhao Li and his crew had arrived at the perfect time. The corn was about to ripen, and the sweet potatoes were also approaching, so the crew stayed behind to wait.

The Sweet Potato Chief's daughter, named Jiali, fell in love with Zhao Li. Thus, the group had a new attraction. The crew learned the techniques of harvesting corn and sweet potatoes, and Jiali followed Zhao Li without hesitation.

The natives are passionate and unrestrained. They will express their love without thinking it is inappropriate. So it is common to see Jiali hugging Zhao Li's neck and coiling around him like a snake. Or suddenly jumping on Zhao Li and kissing him fiercely, or twisting Zhao Li's mouth and

Before this moment, the crew would have blushed and averted their gaze. Zhao Li, on the other hand, had a look of torture on his face: "Alas, for the sake of the Song Dynasty, I have no choice but to sacrifice my looks."

Then Pan Bufeng would say from the side: "Prince Li has suffered a lot, but for the sake of the Song Dynasty, hold on."

When the corn was ripe, the crew members picked it together with the natives. The natives carried a basket on their heads, threw the picked corn into the basket, and then carried the basket back to the tribal square to dry it in the sun.

In fact, there are no roads in the world. When more people walk on them, they become roads. There is a road between the cornfield and the tribe, and these natives run back and forth like this, carrying baskets of corn on their shoulders.

Pan Bufeng couldn't stand it any longer: "Old Zhao, this won't work. It's too inefficient. One person has to rely on balancing the basket on his head. It will take forever to finish it."

Zhao Li felt the same way. The crew members were not used to carrying baskets on their heads. "Old Pan, do you have any good ideas?"

After that, Zhao Li looked at Pan Bufeng again, and then they both said in unison: "Build a car!"

Zhao Li smiled and patted Pan Bufeng on the shoulder. "Sure, Old Pan, there are plenty of tools on the ship. We can build some wheelbarrows, which will make it much easier to transport the corn."

They got to work. Equipped with saws, planes, axes, and rulers, the crew began felling trees and then trimming them to make parts for the carts.

First use an ink line to draw a straight line, then use a knife or axe to cut along the line to get a square wooden strip, then light a fire and bring the wooden strip close to the fire to rub it into a round shape, and then make the top and eye of the strip and install it to make a wheel.

The most difficult part of making the cart is the wheels, but fortunately it is easy for the technicians on board.

The natives were immediately stunned again, and people seemed to have forgotten their work as they watched the crew make these carts.

They were very curious about what it was used for, and even more curious about the structure of the wheel and how it was made.

A wheelbarrow also requires a willow basket, which is a basket woven with willow branches and placed on the wheelbarrow to serve as a container.

There were no willow trees in the area, but this did not faze the hardworking and courageous people. The crew discovered another plant whose name they could not remember, and they used the branches of this plant to weave baskets, which were equally strong and durable.

After spending more than a dozen days together, some of the crew members have learned a few local words, such as thank you, friend, food, fire, and so on.

As the carts came on stage one after another, the natives were completely stunned. They found that things could be transported in this way.

The creaking sound of the carts greatly saved transportation costs. The sight of carts being pushed and pulled back and forth across the fields was quite a spectacular sight.

Jiali, who was beside Zhao Li, was also stunned. She even forgot to bother with Zhao Li and ran away like the wind.

This woman gave Zhao Li a special feeling, and unknowingly, he found that he had slowly fallen in love with this passionate and unrestrained native woman.

No one knew why Jiali ran away. Zhao Li was also very curious, but when he went to see Lin Er, he understood.

Gali came with her father, the chief of the Sweet Potato Tribe. Their purpose in coming was nothing else but the wheelbarrow.

When Chief Sweet Potato heard his daughters make a wheelbarrow, a magical artifact for the Corn Tribe, there was no reason for him to refuse it.

The sweet potatoes are much heavier than corn, so they need this time-saving and labor-saving means of transportation even more.