After discussing the matter, Han Cheng and others had not yet left when another tribe arrived. It was the Donkey Tribe that had never shown up.

Because of the cold weather, the people of the Donkey Tribe looked even darker.

The eldest brother was already very familiar with the matter of receiving foreign tribes, so he had taken care of everything without Han Cheng's instructions.

The leader of the Donkey Tribe, who held the salt jar tightly and was unwilling to let go, left the Green Bird Tribe with the tribesmen who were holding three pottery jars and several bowls. From time to time, he looked back at the majestic and wealthy tribe that seemed like a dream. Until now, he still felt a little dizzy and still found it hard to believe how smooth the trip was, what he had gained, and the generosity of the Green Bird Tribe.

Such a precious thing, was it actually given to him for free? He couldn't help but pick up some snow-white salt.

Can you even exchange inedible fur for precious pottery?

He felt that his brain was not enough.

But no matter what, this matter is beneficial to their own tribe.

He drank three bowls of broth in a row and now felt warm all over, feeling very comfortable. This also gave him a deeper understanding of pottery.

Originally, he was a little worried about exchanging food for pottery, fearing that without these foods, the people in the tribe would suffer from hunger in the coming winter. Now, after experiencing the wonders of pottery again, he was finally completely relieved.

I was convinced that my behavior of exchanging food for pottery was correct.

With these pottery vessels that can be used to boil hot soup, even if there is less food, it doesn't matter. The people in my tribe will definitely have a better life than before...

The witch looked at the large amount of food piled up in the cave and couldn't help but smile. His wrinkled face was like a blooming flower.

These foods were exchanged for pottery since the beginning of autumn. In order to verify the effectiveness of the transaction, they were stored separately from the original food of the Qingque tribe.

I have selected and eaten some of them these days, and there are still so many.

This is more than a quarter of the food the Greenbird Tribe stored before winter in previous years!

And the quality of the food is higher than that stored in previous years.

With these foods, Wu and the people of the Qingque tribe once again witnessed the preciousness of pottery.

Heiwa, who already likes making pottery, becomes even more motivated!

Originally, I was still a little uneasy because I only made pottery and did not participate in other labor, but now this uneasiness has completely disappeared.

Because he found that making pottery seemed to be a better way to get food than carrying weapons to hunt or going to the river to fish.

Han Cheng was also looking at the food, but his perspective was different from Wu's.

The wealth of the four neighboring tribes can be seen from the food they exchanged.

What surprised Han Cheng the most was the Sheep Tribe. Originally, he thought that the Bone Tribe, which had the largest population and the strongest strength, was the richest among the tribes, until the Sheep Tribe brought 15 sheep of all sizes over at once...

The Bone Tribe ranked second in terms of food exchanged, the Green Tribe ranked third, and the Donkey Tribe ranked last.

Of course, if the Green Tribe and others can discover the value of the 'wild grass spikes' that grow freely around their tribe and cultivate them artificially, it is not impossible for them to counterattack and become the second, or even the first.

Donkey Tribe...

Han Cheng looked at the food they sent and shook his head. This tribe’s ability to obtain food was not very strong.

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed, because he suddenly had an idea of ​​the reason why the donkey tribe had a low ability to obtain food...

After a busy time, they felt hungry again. After lunch, Han Cheng, the eldest brother and his party set out again with weapons, embarking on the journey of searching for the lucky general.

There will be four fewer people leaving this time, including Second Brother, the Pea Shooter.

Together with Tietou, Heiwa and the other four people who stayed behind yesterday, there are now eight main men left in the tribe to be responsible for defense.

Including three lame men, four pregnant women and several half-grown children, the number of combatants has reached nearly twenty.

With the support of the wall, we can deal with dangers.

The sky, which had been cloudy for most of the day, cleared up again in the afternoon. The dazzling sunlight made people feel better, as if the haze in their hearts was dispelled by the sun like the dark clouds in the sky...

The night sky is so clean that not a single cloud can be seen, and there are twinkling stars dotted in between. A galaxy like a jade belt runs across the night sky, tearing the boundless horizon apart.

Han Cheng looked for a while but couldn't tell which one was Altair and which one was Vega, so he randomly found a relatively close and brighter star on the left and right sides of the Milky Way and forcibly gave them the names Altair and Vega.

Then I recalled the powerful opening line of 'I will return the clothes to you, and you will be my wife', and how the Queen Mother pulled out her hairpin and cut the sky to separate this perfect couple, the man tilling the field and the woman weaving, and then to their meeting on the Magpie Bridge on Valentine's Day, and I felt inexplicably moved.

Just when he was feeling extremely moved, a sudden thought occurred to him, causing Han Cheng's face to stiffen.

He thought for a while with a strange expression, and then ended his imagination with a chuckle.

Han Cheng's idea was actually very simple. He suddenly remembered the time conversion unit that one day in heaven is equal to one year on earth.

In this way, wouldn't the Weaver Girl be able to meet the Cowherd every day? But it was hard for the Cowherd.

Now that I think about it, it is understandable that Altair is not as bright as Vega...

"What are you laughing at, Son of God?"

Shi Tou, who was squatting beside Han Cheng and looking up at the starry sky, asked.

Shitou used to be about the same height as Han Cheng, but in the past six months he has grown rapidly, at least three centimeters taller than Han Cheng. I don't know if it's because he regularly drinks deer milk.

It didn't seem right. Han Cheng drank deer milk every day, and he drank more than the stone. This discovery made Han Cheng doubt for a while whether he was struck by lightning and stopped growing...

Han Cheng thought about it for a moment and then told Tietou the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Of course, the story has been slightly altered.

The cowherd turned into a not very strong primitive man whose tribe was broken up by an evil tribe and he was exiled to the wilderness. He met the old cow in the wild and depended on the old cow for survival.

The Weaver Girl was a very beautiful primitive woman from the evil tribe. The Queen Mother transformed herself into a witch of the evil tribe.

While listening, Shitou, who likes to think, would ask some questions from time to time.

For example, is the Weaver Girl more beautiful than Zhuang?

Han Cheng recalled the graceful appearance of the Weaver Girl with her fluttering clothes, and then imagined how strong she was, even more manly than the average man. His face twitched, and he said sorry to the Weaver Girl in his heart, then nodded vigorously at Shi Tou's expectant gaze.

The stone immediately became happy, and the Weaver Girl naturally turned into a beautiful woman eight feet tall, eight feet around the waist, and covered in animal skins...

“So beautiful!”

Before long, a lot of people gathered around him. After getting Han Cheng's affirmative answer, everyone couldn't help but express their sincere admiration for the beauty of the Weaver Girl.