There was nothing too surprising about the food brought by the Bone Tribe. It included meat, picked wild fruits, and some roots and rhizomes, which could be said to be a combination of meat and vegetables.

They brought a lot of things, nearly half more than the Green Tribe, but they were not as generous as the Sheep Tribe.

After some bargaining, the people of the Bone Tribe exchanged the food they brought for a large pottery jar, a pottery jar, and twelve pottery bowls.

After the transaction was completed, the people of the Bone Tribe did not leave. One reason was that it was already completely dark, and the other reason was that the eldest brother wanted to keep them.

The Green Bird Tribe, which had seemed a little stingy when facing the Green Tribe before, has now become generous and magnanimous again.

They had to cook food to entertain the tribes that came from afar.

The white mist reflected the red flames, and the colors became somewhat brilliant.

Just like adding salt to a tasteless soup, it immediately becomes extra delicious.

The eldest brother felt particularly relieved when he saw the leader of the Bone Tribe looking at him in surprise and eagerness after drinking the soup with salt in his hand while holding the soup spoon.

He was thinking about what the Son of God had told him about this matter. While inviting the people of the Bone Tribe to eat soup, he picked up the jar of salt and showed it to the leader of the Bone Tribe with a mysterious and proud look on his face, as arrogant as a wealthy landlord.

The leader of the Bone Tribe looked carefully at the substance called "salt" in the jar, and he was looking forward to everyone in the tribe eating salted food for every meal.

The pursuit of beautiful things is human nature, not to mention that salt can make food instantly taste many times better. It is normal for the leader of the Bone Tribe to want salt just like people from other tribes.

The leader of the Bone Tribe was in a very complicated mood. On the one hand, he very much wanted to own this magical thing, but on the other hand, he was worried that this thing would be extremely expensive.

Although the tribe had stored a lot of food this year, after exchanging pottery once, it was difficult to have enough food to exchange for salt.

The eldest brother was so considerate at this moment, just like an extremely skilled salesperson.

He carefully recalled what the Son of God had said to him before, and then, in his own way, he first emphasized to the leader of the Bone Tribe the preciousness of salt and its status in their Green Bird Tribe.

After the leader of the Bone Tribe understood what the eldest brother meant, he was disappointed and looked as if he had expected it.

Just when he was extremely reluctant to put down the salt shaker in his hand, a smile broke out on the eldest brother's face, and he changed the subject and began to express another meaning.

The general meaning is that the Bone Tribe and their tribe are neighboring tribes, and there has been no conflict over the years. Their Son of God is an exceptionally generous person, so he can give salt to the friendly tribe for free without taking any food.

After understanding what the eldest brother meant, the leader of the Bone Tribe was in disbelief at first. Then he jumped up from the ground, hugged the eldest brother tightly, and rested his forehead on his shoulder again and again.

The rest of the Bone Tribe members who received the news also became extremely excited, and could not stop expressing their admiration for the friendliness and generosity of the neighboring tribes.

The friendly tribe soon became not so friendly, because after eating and drinking and discussing things, the people of the Bone Tribe were asked to spend the night outside the courtyard.

Not allowing other tribes to stay overnight in the courtyard of the Qingque tribe was something Han Cheng was determined to implement during the Huanxi Club.

How can I allow others to snore beside my bed? If other tribes rested inside the wall, the people of the Qingque tribe would also sleep uneasy. At least Han Cheng would often imagine himself being roasted on the fire by other tribesmen.

It was getting dark, and the people of the Bone Tribe couldn't travel overnight. That would be an act of seeking death.

They rested outside the wall of the Qingque tribe. Because the wall was tall enough, it blocked the wind from the north. They stayed here and made a fire, so it wasn't too cold.

Some people looked at the tall walls of the Qingque tribe with envy, and couldn't help but fantasize about when their tribe would also have such high walls...

The people in charge of standing guard tonight in the Qingque tribe have changed from two shifts to four shifts. This was a special order given by Han Cheng.

The time it takes for two shifts to stand guard is too long, and people are prone to dozing off, and now the people of the Bone Tribe are staying outside the wall.

The wealth of his own tribe certainly made these people yearn for it, but no one could guarantee that this yearning would not change from simple yearning to plunder...

Although primitive people are mostly simple and honest, without too many twists and turns, it is still good to be careful.

It was late at night, but Han Cheng was still not asleep. There was a small flickering fire in the room, illuminating his face, making him look a little gloomy.

He sat on a wooden block. Not far away was a nest built specially for Fu Jiang, which was padded with dry grass.

Under Han Cheng's education, Fu Jiang is very clean. He never defecates or urinates in the cave or the room. Most of the time, he goes to the toilet like the other people in the tribe. Of course, sometimes he goes to the deer pen where Uncle Deer and his companions live.

So the nest is very quiet, and there is no particularly unpleasant smell...

Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff. This guy who always made him so angry that he wanted to kick him when he was around, now that he was gone, made him miss him uncontrollably.

He collected his thoughts and turned his gaze away from Fu Jiang's doghouse. After searching the room for a while, his unfocused eyes finally landed on a wooden stick.

The wooden stick was placed on a wooden peg nailed to the wall, with two silk cocoons that looked like small bells hanging on it. It was the mulberry branch that Han Cheng had brought back from the mulberry tree.

Because of the lucky general, the mulberry branch, which should have been valued, was neglected. Han Cheng put it here casually and ignored it.

At this time, in order to divert attention, Han Cheng stood up, took it down from the wall, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully in the light.

Use your fingers to flatten the empty cocoon and then stretch it out again, repeating this process.

Holding the branch with his right hand, he felt something rough. Han Cheng thought it was just a small bump on the mulberry branch. He didn't pay much attention to it at first and just rubbed it gently with his hand.

After a while, I felt something was wrong because the small lump was not just one piece, but a few connected pieces, and it felt smooth to the touch.

Han Cheng turned the branch over and moved his hand away, and the place where his fingers had just touched appeared in front of him.

A small piece of bumps about two square centimeters appeared in front of my eyes. These small black bumps looked smaller than rapeseed and were tightly connected together, like rapeseed firmly stuck to a tree stick by dried snot.

“Is this…silkworm seeds?”

Han Cheng didn't react at first, but after a while he started to think about this.