Sang Yang's return surprised the people of the Snake Tribe. They had always thought that the relationship between them was just a transaction.
But now, the Snow Witch brought him into the tribe, and even into the bamboo house. The existence of the bamboo house was completely sacred to the people of the Snake Tribe, after all, the bamboo house was the first house used for living in the tribe.
But what was unexpected was that when Mu Feng came back and heard that Sang Yang was coming, his face changed instantly.
When he strode into the bamboo house, everyone in the Snake Tribe gathered in the open space in front of the bamboo house without any prior arrangement. While doing their work, they kept an eye on the movements inside.
But what no one expected was that it was actually just like a casual chat among good friends, without any of the horror of a volcanic eruption.
When Mu Feng came out, everyone was shocked to see him and Sang Yang walking out of the bamboo house side by side, talking and laughing on their faces.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion. What was going on? When would these two people stand together so calmly?
I remember that more than 20 days ago, Mu Feng had a quarrel with Jiang Xue and Sang Yang because they chatted for a while by the river. In the end, neither of them was hurt, but Asan was the one who was injured.
After Asan recuperated for a few days, the Snow Witch conjured up a "furnace" almost overnight.
Then she began to burn charcoal and smelt iron in a hurry. Later, she used the smelted iron to make an iron spear. She used the iron spear to easily break the skin of a wild boar.
Everyone watched with excitement. They had never thought that one day, the Snake Tribe would actually be able to use the iron tools they produced!
While everyone was still immersed in the joy of forging the iron spear, Sang Yang came over...
Jiang Xue walked behind and looked at the clansmen gathered at the door, sighing helplessly.
Of course she knew why they were gathered in front of the bamboo house. She walked towards Xiaoxi and said to him, "Xiaoxi, Chief Sangyang has come here to learn how to make and fire pottery. Starting tomorrow, you will show him all the steps of this craft."
Xiaoxi glanced at Sangyang coldly, snorted through his nose, and left without saying anything.
Sang Yang didn't take it seriously and said to Mu Feng, "Thank you for bothering me these days."
Jiang Xue looked at Mu Feng and nodded. Knowing that he was having trouble getting over the hurdle in his heart, she said nothing more. She just followed him and helped him to simply classify the ore he had just carried back.
It wasn't until he saw Sang Yang enter the cave that Mu Feng murmured, "How could a young patriarch of the Bashan tribe come to our Snake Tribe to learn skills? I don't think this matter is that simple."
Jiang Xue hummed, "I think so too."
Right now, this guy is looking for trouble. If I offend him and he gets jealous, I won't suffer much, but others will suffer.
Mu Feng said, "How about you try to get his opinion?"
Jiang Xue glared at him: "I'm not going. You go if you want to go."
You and he are both men, and there are things that men cannot talk about. What are you thinking when you suggest that you go to catch mulberry sheep by yourself?
Mu Feng nodded with satisfaction: "I'll go if I want to."
Jiang Xue did not follow.
She knew that with Sang Yang's arrival, her peaceful days were over.
She is really overwhelmed.
But there were still many people who thought the matter was not serious enough. The two sisters, Xiaohua and Xiangcao, walked over with smirks on their faces. Xiaohua was the younger sister after all, so she didn't dare to ask her. Instead, Xiangcao coughed lightly and asked her, "Snow Witch, I don't think this young patriarch is here to learn any skills."
Jiang Xue's hand, which was picking up the Taishi, paused for a moment, but she pretended to be relaxed and said, "Oh, so what is he here for?"
"Anyone with a discerning eye can tell he came here just for you. A man like him, who gets whatever he wants, why would he come all the way here just to learn pottery making from us?"
Xiangcao sneered. "Even if he really wanted to learn pottery, couldn't he just send someone else? Why did he have to come all this way in person? Besides, the Bashan people live by the sea. Is there clay there?"
Jiang Xue shook her head. "I don't know, but we can't just dismiss everything with one blow, right? Since he wants to learn, and we know how to do it, why can't we teach him?"
I just don't know if he can endure the hardship.
If he can endure hardship, it would not be a bad idea to teach them how to build a house in the future.
Before Xiangcao could say anything, Xiaohua called out, "Sister Axue, didn't you say we might rely on this pottery for a living in the future? How could you teach him so casually? If he learns it and they start mass-producing pottery, where will we buy salt from?"
When Jiang Xue heard this, she was completely stunned.
I was so careless. Why didn’t I think of this at the time?
If he learned it, what would he use to exchange for salt with them?
She looked at Xiaohua with a bitter face: "What do you say? The clan leader has already agreed!"
Vanilla grasped the key point of her words: "You mean the patriarch agreed, did you agree?"
Jiang Xue's face fell: "That's my suggestion!"
Xiangcao immediately reached out and poked her forehead with a look of disapproval: "Xue Wu, come on, how could you agree to such a big thing so easily?"
Jiang Xue looked at the two of them with pained expressions and chuckled, "Don't worry. Have you heard of the saying 'the drunkard's purpose lies elsewhere?' Sang Yang came here and came back, but he must have come with other purposes. As for learning pottery, it must have been just an excuse."
If he really wanted to learn pottery, then why did he change his clothes, even wash away the wrinkles on his face, and stop wearing the shell necklace around his neck?
At first glance, this looks like a child who has run away from home.
But if he really ran away from home, then why would he go to such great lengths and work so hard, even specially carrying a basket of shells for himself?
Jiang Xue didn't dwell on this matter for too long. She picked up the basket of iron ore that Mu Feng brought back, took a walk around the vegetable garden, and finally returned to the field beside the trench to take a look.
After nearly two months, the rice in the rice fields is growing well, and the huge rice ears are full of grains.
These days, whenever Jiang Xue has nothing to do, she will go to the fields for a walk. Sometimes she pulls off the overbearing weeds, and sometimes she rubs the rice roots back and forth with her feet to prevent the weeds and rice in the fields from competing for fertilizer.
Finally, she found Dawei and asked him to use a dung bucket to carry the well-rotted fertilizer from the dung pit to the field to fertilize the crops...
Few people are willing to do this, mainly because carrying a load of manure will definitely make them stink.
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