The autumn weather is clear and crisp, the sun is not too bright and there is no breeze. For those who appreciate the autumn scenery, perhaps something is missing. But for the people of the Qingque tribe who have cleared a wide isolation zone and are preparing to set fire to the wasteland, now is the best weather.

"Chichi, chichi..."

Huoyi, who was already very skilled in using the hand drill, squatted beside a large pile of firewood and dead leaves, pressing up and down the hand drill that had been modified specifically for making fire.

The tightened leather rope swung back and forth, causing the wooden drill rod above, which had been worn black, to spin in circles quickly. Black powder flowed out of the wood pit and fell on the dry and fine tinder below, with green smoke rising.

Huoyi put down the hand drill, picked up the smoking tinder, and blew at it with his toothless and lisp-injuring mouth.

The smoke gradually dissipated and flames jumped up.

The burning tinder was placed on the edge of a pile of dead branches and leaves, and soon the spark turned into a prairie fire.

Huoyi, who was not very mobile but was determined to start a fire, took the tools for starting a fire and walked out of the isolation zone as fast as she could.

They have always maintained a reverent attitude towards fire, which can bring light, warmth and cook food.

Huo, who was running with sweat on his head, came outside the isolation zone and turned to look at the fire that was already rising with smoke. Awe and some excitement flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

A huge flame rose up, devouring the dead branches and leaves. An overwhelming heat wave swept over. The people of the Qingque tribe who were watching the fire outside the isolation zone could not help but retreat four or five feet away.

Even though they had done something similar last year, when they saw the fire again, the people of the Green Bird Tribe still looked horrified.

It rained two days ago, and the thicker piles of dead branches and leaves in the middle were not completely dry. Now, under the burning of the raging fire, thick columns of smoke are rising slowly into the sky, which seems like a sign of war.

Of course, if the surrounding trees were replaced with a desert, the animal skins of the people standing next to them were stripped off and replaced with armor and weapons, and a faded flag was inserted on the side, there would be an even more solemn and murderous atmosphere of beacon fires and wolf smoke.

It seems that it is no longer necessary. The current scene is already extremely scary!

At least a group of people three or four miles away were frightened by the spectacular scene.

The dirty green tribe leader suddenly stopped and, together with the dozen or so people following him, looked in surprise at the column of smoke rising into the sky in the distance, which seemed to be connected to the white clouds floating in the sky. Their mouths were wide open and fear was flashing in their eyes.

The leader of the Green Tribe and other people were so horrified that they quickly clenched their weapons, looked vigilantly at the bushes around them, and then cast their eyes towards the column of smoke, ready to run away if they found something wrong.

After staying there for a while and not finding any danger, the people of the Green Tribe, who were carrying or hugging a lot of things, finally felt relieved.

Looking at the column of smoke that showed no sign of diminishing but was growing thicker, the leader of the Green Tribe suddenly sighed.

He looked at his tribesmen who were carrying large and small bags, and his expression became even more melancholy.

“#￥@#4%!”

He turned and spoke to the person behind him, then turned and walked back.

“￥%!@&”

Someone asked out loud, expressing the doubts in his mind.

They were deeply impressed by the wealthy neighboring tribe.

After attending the joyful gatherings in the past, people from various other tribes, both men and women, often appeared in their dreams.

This year was quite different. After the party, the thing that appeared most in their dreams was something called pottery, which was burning on fire and looked like stone but was different from stone.

Of course, the pottery in my dreams always contains steaming, fragrant, delicious fish soup that I can never finish.

Sometimes, two thin sticks called chopsticks by the neighboring tribes would appear. They could not pick up the delicious food with them, and many people would scream in anxiety and eventually wake up...

After so much time has passed, the magic of the pottery and the deliciousness of the fish soup have not faded with time, but have become clearer and more profound.

In the past, there was always not much food in the tribe, so they had to endure it. Now that autumn has come, the food has finally become more abundant. They are itching to get more and can’t wait to take the food and head towards the rich tribe, even giving up hunting and gathering fruits.

After walking for such a long time, they finally arrived, but the leader wanted to take them back, and they were naturally reluctant.

The leader of the Green Tribe stopped and looked at the people who were reluctant to leave.

He was also reluctant to go back like this.

The people in the tribe longed for pottery and delicious food, and he longed for the same.

These days, he used the pottery bowl he exchanged from the Qingque tribe, and imitated the Qingque tribe by placing it on the fire with stones, and cooked a lot of food.

But no matter what he did, the taste was far inferior to what he had tasted in the nearby wealthy tribe before, even if he put the fattest meat in it.

After much thought and many attempts, he concluded that the problem was that the pottery he used to cook food was too small.

After thinking it over again and again, I finally decided to bring food with me and exchange it for large pottery.

It would be best to exchange the pottery used to cook food from the neighboring tribe, so that your own tribe can also make delicious food.

Thinking of the delicious food he could eat every day in the future, the leader of the Green Tribe couldn't help but feel full of joy and anticipation. Saliva appeared in his mouth, and he needed to swallow it to prevent it from flowing out.

Only now...

He looked at the thick column of smoke, feeling frightened and helpless, as well as regret and sympathy for the fate of that powerful tribe.

He remembered the way very clearly. The place where the thick column of smoke rose was the residence of the wealthy tribe!

The scale of this column of smoke was far greater than any smoke he had ever seen before, and even at such a distance he could smell the burning wood. He knew without thinking what the end of that tribe would be; it would be a miserable one.

“%#^&#@~”

He pointed at the thick column of smoke and explained to his people that the wealthy tribe was experiencing a disaster and might never exist again.

When the people of the Green Tribe heard this, they all showed expressions of fear, relief, and regret.

"@4!%~￥"

The person who just stopped the leader of the Green Tribe and asked the reason had a different reaction from others. After thinking for a while, he spoke again, put down what he was holding, and expressed himself with gestures.

After the Green Tribe leader understood what this person meant, his eyes suddenly lit up...