In the early morning with some cold fog, a group of people set out from Jinguan City amid the malicious crowing of a big rooster who was leading the hens to forage for food.

These people were leading donkeys and deer and were carrying weapons.

At the front of the team, someone was holding a flag that was smaller than the one on a tall pole in the tribe and walking in front.

After arriving in Jinguan City, the Jinguan City trading team, which was composed of a small number of the backbones of the original trading team and new personnel, such as Mao, set out again with the goods to trade with other tribes.

Han Cheng stood here and watched Mao and his group leave, with a smile on his face and some hope in his heart.

I hope the trading team can accomplish something remarkable and get clues about iron ore in this way!

Under Han Cheng's gaze, Mao and others gradually went farther and farther away, and finally disappeared. Only the sound of some copper bells came from afar, which sounded very pleasant.

This is the sound of the bell hanging under the neck of the donkey...

There is no doubt that as Mao and others went away and came to the tribes that had once exchanged with the Qingque tribe, and informed the people of those tribes of such things, these tribes immediately became boiling.

They had never taken stones, seeds and other things seriously and thought they were useless, but now they could be exchanged for things like salt and pottery bowls that could only be obtained with a lot of food in the past. How could they not feel excited and crazy?

At that moment, those who received the news put down what they were busy doing and even stopped getting food. Instead, they began to look for stones and other things that they had thought were useless in the past in a frenzy.

The more the better!

Because many of them were worried that the people of the Bluebird Tribe would suddenly come to their senses one day and stop doing this obviously unprofitable business with them...

"Pip, pop, pop..."

In Jinguan City, where tall walls stand tall, a lively noise was heard.

There is a fire burning here.

In the fire, from time to time, some bamboos would suddenly explode on the spot due to the heat and the gas in their bodies would expand to the extreme, making such a sound.

Amid the sound of firecrackers, some people wrapped in colorful cloths were beating gongs and drums, playing clappers, and dancing the immature yangge that the Son of God had taught the tribesmen long ago, and they were circling around the fires.

After walking around enough, he left here and went to the new house that had been built and was habitable not far away. He came into the room and started hammering and banging.

The journey was extremely lively, with loud gongs and drums.

The children in the tribe became extremely excited, following these people, jumping and laughing, sometimes even fighting, and they were all very happy.

The house, which seemed deserted before, was now suddenly filled with laughter and became extremely lively.

This went on for about a whole morning before it was over.

In the afternoon, after the excitement, people began to move things into the rooms.

What they carried were basically sleeping necessities such as bedding.

Everyone's basically the same.

But it is different from the previous moves.

For example, in addition to things that everyone has, some people will have other things that are unique to them.

For example, a few small flowers planted on stones, a string of bone products polished to a shine, and a few beautiful pebbles.

A beautiful sheep horn comb, some pretty hair ties...

These are personal items.

By this time, people in the tribe already knew what was public and what was private.

Be able to clearly distinguish which things are jointly owned and which things belong to oneself or others alone.

Because there are many things to do in the tribe, it is impossible to put all the manpower into building houses, so the number of houses built is limited.

This time, it is not possible for everyone to live in this newly built, spacious and bright house.

Only about one-third of the people were able to move in.

Among those who can move in, Han Cheng, the Son of God, must be one of them.

Moreover, the house he lived in was a separately built house with a total of three rooms.

These three houses all belong to Han Cheng, and only Han Cheng can live in them.

This decision was not made by Han Cheng, but was made naturally by the people in the tribe.

They felt that the Son of God of their tribe, who had a high status and was respected, deserved to live in such a house.

Of course, the house that was built was also influenced by Han Cheng’s residence when he was the main tribe.

At that time, Han Cheng lived in a single-family house with only three rooms.

However, at the other end of the room, there lived a witch.

Now, Wu has not stayed in the main tribe and has not come to Jinguan City.

Under such circumstances, Han Cheng was the only one living in this house which was built to imitate the layout of the main tribe.

Han Cheng did let the others come in and live in the room at the other end of the house.

However, no one was willing to move in, even when Han Cheng personally named them.

Because people in the tribe generally believe that the Son of God is wise, kind, and has a high status in the tribe.

In the tribe, only the old and virtuous witch is barely qualified to live in the same house with the respected Son of God. The rest, no matter who they are, do not have this qualification!

Han Cheng also wanted to let some of the elderly and weak people in Jinguan City live in his house first, but no one agreed.

Not only did the others disagree, but even those who were invited by Han Cheng disagreed.

They said that if the Son of God did not move into the new house first, then they would not move into the new house either.

I would rather live in the low, small dome house that was built before than live in a spacious and bright big house!

Faced with the tribesmen's attitude, Han Cheng had no other choice but to move into the house that belonged to him alone with full of emotion and warmth.

After everyone helped Han Cheng move his things, they started to move their own things...

Looking at the many people in the tribe with simple smiles on their faces, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile too.

Meeting such a group of lovely and simple people, all the efforts I have made before are worth it!

At night, lying alone in an empty house, one can't help feeling lonely.

Some emotions that are obscured by the light of day and many busy things will involuntarily reveal themselves.

Many things, mixed with many more depressing emotions, kept replaying in his mind, and it was not until a long, long time later that Han Cheng finally fell asleep...

The next day, the builders began to build the house without stopping.

In order to ensure that more than half of the people could live in spacious, bright and warm houses before the Chinese New Year, Han Cheng dispatched more people to participate in the construction of the houses.

As more people participate in building houses, the speed of construction will naturally become much faster.

Han Cheng, who had cleaned his house, also walked out of the room.

He did not participate in the construction of the house, but instead found his second senior brother, who had accumulated a lot of experience and attainments in smelting bronze, and asked him to build a new furnace based on the bronze furnace.

Moreover, this furnace must be as sturdy and durable as possible than the bronze furnace in the tribe.

This is Han Cheng's preparation for future iron smelting.

Although he was not sure whether Mao and his tribe could bring back iron ore from other tribes, it did not affect him at all. He asked people in the tribe to prepare for this matter first...

Time passed quietly as the weather gradually became colder.

Before they knew it, a green bird flag appeared among the withered trees in the distance without a single leaf left.

Soon, a group of people appeared from behind the flag.

This is the return of the trade team led by Mao.

This time, the trading team returned with a full load.

From a distance, the wicker baskets on both sides of the donkey and the deer were full of things.

The backpacks of Mao and others were also full of all kinds of things.

There are also some people who are so tired that their heads are covered in sweat.

Han Cheng, who had been looking forward to the return of Mao and others, was filled with joy when he saw Mao and others appear in his sight.

He immediately walked out of the gate of Jinguan City and greeted them personally...

In the open space of Jinguan City, Han Cheng looked at the baskets of stones and other things, his heart full of anticipation but also a little nervous.

He took a deep breath and muttered silently in his heart - now is the moment to witness a miracle. Han Cheng placed a full basket on the ground, poured out everything inside, then squatted aside and began to examine the things that Mao and his friends had brought back with great effort one by one, as if he was looking for treasure.

This is indeed a treasure hunt.

Once we find what we want, it will be a huge help to the tribe!

Time passed by little by little, and Han Cheng pushed aside basket after basket of things one by one.

Most of the things were thrown into the waste pile by Han Cheng, and only a small part was left.

And among the things that remained, there was nothing he wanted most.

Among these things, there are some stones with strange and unique shapes, and two very beautiful jade stones...

Except for a very small portion of the seeds, Han Chengdu kept the rest.

Because except for some common and very few seeds, Han Chengdu could not distinguish the species of the rest.

All we can do is wait and scatter them in an open space outside the tribe, then quietly wait for them to sprout and grow, and then judge their types and uses based on their leaves, flowers, and fruits...

“Clatter…”

Han Cheng poured out the last basket of things, and a stone caught Han Cheng's attention.

The stone is the size of a fist and is white all over.

Despite this, the stone is not transparent.

Its surface is not smooth and has many small ridges.

It can be seen that these edges are some of the original things on the stone that were left after they fell off.

Han Cheng took it in his hand and touched it with his fingers. A delicate feeling came from his fingertips.

Han Cheng held it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. After a while, a smile appeared on his face.

If I'm not mistaken, this thing is very likely that thing!

Han Cheng put it aside, then squatted here and continued to check the remaining things.

After a while, Han Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

Among so many stones, he did not find any trace of the iron ore he wanted.

This is really a painful and sad thing.

Why is it so difficult for my tribe to find iron ore?

Han Chengdu couldn't help but look up to the sky and ask.

"Son of God, what is this?"

Mao looked at the white stone that Han Cheng took out and put aside, and asked Han Cheng if it was iron ore.

"This is not iron ore, but another kind of stone that has some uses."

“The kind you can eat.”

Han Cheng thought about it and added.

There is no one in the tribe who is not interested in food.

The same is true for Mao, who seems to have been well-experienced and holds titles such as the first translator of the Qingque tribe and the first living map.

After hearing Han Cheng say that this thing was edible, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He hurriedly came forward, as if he wanted to quietly take some and taste it.

Seeing this, Han Cheng quickly stopped him with a smile.

"This thing cannot be eaten directly. It is something like an ingredient."

After hearing what Han Cheng said, Mao gave up the idea of ​​trying some right now...

“Squeak~Squeak~”

In a room, as the sling was shaken, a rhythmic squeaking sound was heard.

The soy milk formed a line and flowed down the bottom of the watery sling and fell into the basin below.

The simple room was filled with the smell of raw soy milk...

"Use this."

When it is time to make tofu, the person in charge of making tofu in the tribe will habitually go looking for brine.

Han Cheng smiled and handed over a bowl.

This bowl contains some water, but the water is not clear.

At Han Cheng's signal, the man poured the water into a large vat of cooked soy milk. Then he reached to the bottom of the vat with a long-handled scraper and stirred the soy milk up slowly but thoroughly.

After turning it over a few times, he stopped what he was doing, took the wooden shovel that he had prepared from the side, picked up some of the fruit, and carefully examined its color...