Through some hemp stalks and leaves blocking the way, you can see some scenes.

A lot of people can be seen in the Fire Tribe settlement not too far away.

But what seems strange is that these people are now divided into two camps.

The noise came from the two camps.

Even more, many people still held weapons in their hands.

Has the Fire Tribe been invaded by other tribes?

When he saw this scene, this thought immediately came to Han Cheng’s mind.

If this is really the case, I will have to ask people in the tribe to help the Fire Tribe solve the problem depending on the situation.

Not only can this solve the problems of the Fire Tribe, but it can also capture those who come to the Fire Tribe to cause trouble and disrupt the business of their own tribe, and bring them to their own tribe to do hard labor.

Get a lot of free labor.

Just thinking about such things made Han Dashenzi feel very excited.

He suppressed his emotions and looked here for a while, gradually realizing that things seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

Although the two sides quarreled fiercely and seemed extremely emotional, they had no intention of fighting until now.

Such behavior made Han Cheng, who was observing quietly here, feel a little anxious and dissatisfied.

What are these guys arguing about here? Can't they just pick up their weapons and fight?

When did these primitive people become so fussy and indecisive?

Han Dashenzi muttered this in his heart.

"Son of God, it seems that the people on both sides are from the Fire Tribe."

At this moment, the eldest senior brother spoke, with some hesitation and doubt in his voice.

"That one is charcoal, and this one looks like a fireball. They have delivered linen to our tribe before, and they have also lived in our tribe for quite a while."

The eldest brother said this.

Han Cheng, who was imagining many things, was stunned when he heard what his senior brother said.

There are people from the Fire Tribe on both sides?

What's going on?

An internal conflict occurred?

Or are some people from the Fire Tribe traitors who are bringing people from other tribes to attack their own tribe?

Han Cheng thought so in his heart, but he couldn't come to a good conclusion.

"There was a dispute among their tribe. It seemed that they were discussing who was worthy of being the leader of the tribe..."

At this time, Mao, the first translator of the tribe who was following Han Cheng, spoke out.

Han Cheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, but he quickly reacted and asked, "Is it that the old leader of their tribe has died? Or is it that the old leader can no longer control the people in the tribe, and a newcomer wants to pull the old leader down and become the leader of the tribe?"

When the tribe was arguing over the position of leader, it seemed that there were no other reasons except these two.

"I don't know. I haven't heard it yet."

Mao listened carefully and shook his head.

As Mao listened attentively, the people of the Fire Tribe, who seemed particularly excited and noisy, showed new changes.

I saw five or six people who looked very excited walk out, turn around and come under a shed not far away. After a while, they carried out two large objects from inside.

Although the distance was quite far, Han Cheng recognized it at a glance.

The two things carried out by the Fire Tribe people were looms.

After years of development, the looms of the Qingque tribe have been greatly improved and perfected on the basis of their original extremely simple foundation.

At least now you can move freely.

Unlike before, when it was fixed to the ground, if you want to move it, you need to spend a lot of time to dismantle and reinstall it...

Watching this scene from afar, Han Cheng couldn't help but feel confused and puzzled.

What are these people doing?

Aren't they arguing about who should be the leader?

Why was the loom suddenly brought out?

Isn't this style of painting changing too quickly?

Under Han Cheng's stunned and puzzled gaze, these people each carried a loom back to the two camps, put it down and placed it steadily.

In addition, someone brought the wrapped hemp rope and placed it next to the two looms.

Then, with an order given, the people on the edges of the two camps all retreated to the back, about two meters away.

One person was left next to each loom.

While everyone was stepping back, the two men sat in front of the loom at a very fast speed.

After sitting here, the two of them quickly picked up the thread beside them and started to install it on the loom as if competing.

After it was installed, each person took a shuttle in his hand and began to weave, and his movements were very fast.

Han Cheng has seen a lot of things like weaving.

However, I have never seen a weaving competition like the one weaving now, where two grown men sit in front of the loom to weave.

His mouth opened wide, and for a moment he was unable to react to what this magical operation was.

He was in a daze and didn't react, but the two people from the Fire Tribe over there were not in a daze either. Their hands kept moving.

The person on the left has been weaving cloth with the shuttle in his hand for quite some time, while the person on the right seems to be in a hurry to hang up the thread.

She hurriedly glanced at the person opposite her and saw that he had already started weaving. She couldn't help but become even more anxious.

He did not dare to pause for even a moment, and just held the shuttle and began to weave the cloth hurriedly.

Sometimes, the more panicked people are, the more likely they are to make mistakes.

After he had done this a few times, the thread on the shuttle broke.

Although he was anxious, he had to stop what he was doing. He frantically found the broken thread and the thread on the shuttle in his hand, and clumsily connected them together, and then hurriedly continued weaving.

However, good times don’t last forever.

Not long after he started weaving, the thread on the shuttle in his hand broke again.

He hurriedly and clumsily connected the thread, and then began to weave hurriedly again.

As a result, not long after weaving, the thread on the shuttle in his hand broke again.

Wiring the ends is a very time-consuming process.

The man was not very fast at weaving to begin with, and now the threads kept breaking. He became anxious and felt like he was on fire.

On the other hand, the person opposite him was very skilled and kept weaving cloth.

From the beginning till now, the cloth on the shuttle in my hand has never broken once.

This kind of thing made the eyelids of this person, who is always disconnected, twitch!

"#RW@#!"

He suddenly shouted loudly.

What he meant by shouting was that the person opposite him was cheating.

If it wasn't cheating, then why did the thread in his hand always break, while the thread on the shuttle in the hand of the guy opposite him never broke?

“#￥##…”

The man who was accused showed a reserved smile that came from an expert.

He looked at the man and said this.

Then he reached out and tore the thread on his shuttle with his hands, and threw the shuttle to the person opposite.

After receiving the shuttle, the man also threw the shuttle in his hand, whose thread was always breaking, to the man.

After exchanging shuttles, both began to stitch and then weave.

Then, a miracle happened.

After changing the shuttle, the person who always had his thread broken still had it broken frequently.

And the person who never stops connecting, basically remains connected.

"#EWSW3..."

After a while, the person who was always disconnecting finally couldn't stand the abuse anymore.

He said this loudly and threw the shuttle in his hand to the ground.

However, this action directly declared his failure.

"@W@#WE..."

The people standing behind the victorious weaver could not help but cheer with excitement and joy.

The people on the losing side seemed a little silent.

However, their silence did not last long and was soon completely broken.

They shouted, defiantly and unconvinced.

Han Cheng, who was hiding in the hemp field and silently witnessed the end of a strange game and saw the current scene, couldn't help but reach out and touch his head, looking puzzled.

What's going on?

How could it be possible that among the primitive people, who have always been known for their straightforwardness and honesty, there would be things like cheating and refusing to admit their promises?

Under his puzzled gaze, things soon took a new turn.

The loser stood up from the loom amid the shouting of the people on their side.

He stood up from the loom and walked away, looking relaxed all over.

He twisted his body vigorously a few times.

Then he pounded his chest hard with his hands a few times to show how strong he was.

As for the man who was very skilled in weaving and could beat him, the smile on his face didn't last long before it froze.

He looked at the man who kept beating his chest, with some embarrassment and hesitation on his face.

Just as the man felt embarrassed about weaving, he also felt embarrassed about what happened next.

However, despite feeling embarrassed, he still stood up from in front of the loom, stretched his body, and then walked towards the man who was obviously stronger than him.

Contrary to Han Cheng's expectations, the two people who looked like they were going to have a good fight did not fight.

After they got together, they came to a place where everyone moved aside, revealing a large open space.

Then the strong man bent down, picked up a stone that had been placed there, took a stance, and threw it out with force.

The stone flew far away, and only fell down completely after flying a long distance.

People from both camps ran over together and inserted a conspicuous wooden stick in their hands into the mark left by the stone falling to the ground.

Then he returned with the stone and handed it to the person who had not yet thrown.

This man, who was very skilled in weaving, felt a little scared when he took the stone.

He held it, stretched it a few times, made all the necessary poses, and then threw it out with all his strength.

However, the results were not very good.

It can be seen that he has tried his best to throw, but it is still not as far as the person next to him.

There is quite a distance between them.

After taking a look at the guy who only knew how to weave, this strong man couldn't help but raise his head.

Then he picked up a wooden stick with one end sharpened from the side, exerted all his strength, and threw it out with all his might.

The javelin-like wooden stick once again flew across the sky and landed far ahead.

Once again, someone went out, pulled out the javelin, and inserted a wooden stick as a mark where the javelin had landed.

Then the man who wove well threw.

The result is obvious, he still can't compare in this regard.

After these two competitions were over, the two men soon started fighting again.

After a struggle, the stronger man gained the upper hand and won.

"@#W#!"

The people in the camp of the strong cheered loudly with joy.

What this means is that they have already won, and the leader should be the person they elected!

He is so excellent!

It is so powerful!

And he is also very good at hunting.

Only such a person is worthy of being the leader of his own tribe!

Only such a person can lead everyone in the tribe, defend the tribe, and bring a high enough sense of security to the tribe!

Only then can we bring enough food to the tribe!

Moreover, in the past, when the tribe elected a leader, it was always the strong one!

"@#W@#..."

Their words were quickly refuted by the other party.

They spoke excitedly, pointing from time to time to the looms and the place where food was stored in the tribe.

Their meaning was very clear. They said that the tribe could live such a life not by hunting, but by weaving!

By now, the food brought by weaving far exceeds the food obtained by hunting in the tribe!

If they still rely on hunting, the people in their tribe will still be hungry and full, and they will not be able to live such a life. The population of the tribe will not be able to increase so quickly!

When choosing a leader in a tribe, the basis of the choice should be who can bring enough food to the tribe and lead the people in the tribe to survive well.

Instead of looking at other things!

Other things cannot be eaten as food.

Similar quarrels and competitions have taken place many times.

The people of the Fire Tribe were divided into two parts, each holding their own opinion, and neither could convince the other.

So much so that the old leader of their tribe has been dead for a long time, and the new leader of their tribe has not yet been elected.

These days, their tribe has been busy selecting a leader, and other matters have been delayed.