At this time, the setting sun, the light fell on the ground, lengthening the shadows. Even the strongest person looked thinner.
The leading deer, Mr. Deer, returned with the herd of deer, followed by Fu Jiang and a few dogs.
Han Cheng looked expectantly among the deer, hoping to see Xiaofu among them. However, hope turned into disappointment in the end.
There are only five dogs, and Xiaofu, who had disappeared for a while, still hasn't appeared.
At this time, it had been eleven days since Xiaofu disappeared.
Han Cheng sighed and handed the task over to someone who was already skilled in the job. He then came to the herd of deer...
“Wuwuwu…”
At the same time, Xiaofu looked up and called helplessly at the sun that was about to set, not knowing how far away from the Qingque tribe he was and in which direction he was.
It is really panicked now. During this period of time, it has been playing with a few female wolves all day long and doesn't even know where it has run to.
Now I want to go home, but I can’t find the way or direction.
The heavy autumn rain that fell not long ago washed away all the scent left on the ground.
At this time of the day in the past, when the sun was setting, it would return home with the herd of deer and its brothers and sisters. No matter whether it had caught food outside or not, it would always get some rich food when it returned.
But now, it can only roam in the wilderness and forests with the wolf pack. It can only eat as much as it catches. Sometimes, if it is unlucky, it may not have any food for the whole day.
“Wuwuwu…”
The evening breeze blew through the woods, blowing off some leaves, bringing with it a cool and bleak feeling. In the blood-red setting sun, the lonely, sad and helpless Xiaofu whimpered like a lost child. His voice spread far and wide, and finally disappeared in the gradually darkening twilight.
At the same time, in the Tengshe tribe, the bonfire was swaying wildly.
Two clay pots placed on the fire were emitting steam and the fragrance was spreading.
The witch of the Tengshe tribe and several leaders squatted around the pottery jar, waiting for the food inside to cook.
While waiting quietly, several people kept looking at the pottery jar. Even though it was not the first time they used this thing to cook food, every time they did so, they couldn't help but marvel at its exquisiteness and ease of use.
There actually is a tribe in this world that can make such great tools!
After waiting for a while, the witch of the Tengshe tribe saw that the food in the pottery was ready. She took the dry grass dipped in water from the chief nearby, put it on the edge of the upper part of the pottery, and took the boiling hot pot off.
Then they started to put the soup and meat into bowls.
After dividing the soup, the witch from the Tengshe tribe took out some white salt from a jar on the side and put it in the bowls of soup.
One bowl is more, two bowls are less,
The soup in the extra bowl was for him to drink, and the other two were prepared for the chief and the second chief.
The second leader of the Tengshe tribe at this time was no longer the same person.
The original one had not made much contribution since he was defeated outside the Qingque tribe and caused heavy casualties. Therefore, he still had not been restored to his original status.
The second leader at this time was the original third leader, and the third leader was the original fourth leader.
As for the four leaders, they were newly selected from the rest of the people.
The witch of the Tengshe tribe carefully and solemnly put away the jar of salt, then picked up his own bowl of rice and began to eat slowly. The first and second chiefs did the same.
They enjoyed the meal so much, it was delicious, they had never tasted anything like it before.
The third and fourth leaders watched from the side and swallowed their saliva, hoping that the first and second leaders would finish eating quickly so that they could also eat these nostalgic foods.
The chief of the Tengshe tribe drank a sip of the soup and felt extremely comfortable all over his body.
I only put a little bit of salt in my bowl, but it’s so delicious. I’m afraid the food in the witch’s bowl must be even more delicious, right?
Of course, he was just thinking about it in his mind and would not do anything else.
He had no objection to Wu eating the best food.
Putting aside the witch's extremely high status in the tribe, what the witch has accomplished in recent times is enough to earn him the current treatment.
Raise a one-horned monster, easily attack other tribes, kill people from other tribes, and expand your own tribe.
And they also brought back these beautiful utensils and things that make food even more delicious...
With these things in hand, it is only natural for the witch to eat the best.
Where the bonfire seemed dim, Cao Gen was drooling at the people drinking soup by the bonfire and putting fruit into his mouth.
His crooked nose has now straightened a lot, but it can never be restored to its original straightness.
Compared with other people from the same tribe who were captured together, the grassroots were treated much better.
When you sleep at night, you can sleep close to the campfire, with some dry grass under you and some animal skins covering you.
These are basically the same as the hands of the old men in the Tengshe tribe.
The reason for such treatment was that he used his actions to teach the witch of the tribe how to use the clay pot and how to put salt in it.
Looking at his fellow tribesmen who were only given very little food and had to sleep underground at night, Cao Gen felt that what he had done before was extremely correct and wise.
Of course, Cao Gen was not the only one who was drooling and putting the fruit into his mouth. Not too far away from Cao Gen, the second leader of the former Teng Snake tribe was also looking at the bonfire with great envy, as well as the food that several people were holding in their hands beside the bonfire.
If it were in the past, he would have been able to eat such delicious food, instead of just drooling like he is now.
All this is because of that damn tribe!
Cursing in his heart the Qingque tribe who attacked and killed him instead of succeeding in their attack was a common thing for the former second leader of the Tengshe tribe. Especially when he was not included in any good things, he would curse even more fiercely in his heart.
Because that incident caused him great harm, he remembered the Qingque tribe very clearly...
Beside the campfire, the witch of the Tengshe tribe had already eaten her fill.
He held the still warm ceramic bowl in his hand and looked at it for a while, then put it down.
He searched the crowd for a while and his eyes fell on Cao Gen.
From many difficult conversations with this person, he learned some things.
For example, these precious and exquisite utensils, including the delicious thing called "salt", could not be produced by the newly conquered tribe.
Instead, it was exchanged from a foreign tribe.
They gave skins to the tribe from somewhere else, and in return they could get these exquisite pottery and delicious salt from that tribe.
Moreover, I heard that the tribe that came from somewhere else to trade with them still had a lot of these things.
The witch of the Tengshe tribe was extremely surprised when he first understood Cao Gen's meaning. He felt extremely lucky to have so many such precious things, but he did not expect that the tribe could have even more.
Such good things should all belong to their Tengshe tribe...
(After thinking for a long time, I finally decided to adjust the update time. The first update will be at 4 pm, the second at 6 pm, and the third at 8 pm. If there is an extra update, it will be at 10 pm. Book friends may not be used to such a sudden adjustment. I apologize to everyone first. I have no choice but to make such an adjustment.)