Huosong and several other people from the Fire Tribe woke up to the crowing of roosters.

They slept more comfortably than ever last night, except for a little back pain.

Huosong didn't know that he was tired from following the people of the tribe to open up new land yesterday. He just thought that his body couldn't enjoy such good treatment.

When I walked out of the room, many people from the tribe had already gotten up.

However, they did not go out hunting or gathering food after eating like their tribe did.

Instead, they were doing things that they could not quite understand in a courtyard that did not exist in their tribe.

The noble Son of God was chopping the grass vigorously with a stone knife. The second most noble witch was also holding some grass in his hand and throwing it into something made of mud.

There were also many people squatting beside a ditch, holding precious pottery in their hands, and constantly poking it into their mouths with a tree stick.

He was shaking his head while stabbing, and he looked like he was trembling...

This... this is really a rich and strange tribe.

After standing at the door in a daze for a long time, Huosong finally gave a definition of this tribe.

His strange behavior did not last long, because soon someone came over and showed them how to do strange things together.

Looking at the ceramic cup filled with water in his hand, and then at the salt dipped on the bitten branch in his hand, Huosong felt dizzy.

Salt, which is extremely precious in their own tribe, is actually used to prick teeth in this tribe!

In his mind, the wealth of the Qingque tribe soared to another level.

This shock gradually subsided until I ate the yellow and fragrant porridge and rice.

After dinner, Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei called Huosong and others and took them to a room in the Qingque tribe.

There are four simple looms in a row in this room.

What Han Cheng wanted to do was to teach them the manufacturing and textile technology of this simple loom, so that the Qingque tribe would have to invest less energy in this area.

This year, some thread was made from the newly fermented hemp, which Han Cheng had people rush to make for use at this time.

Sister Bai Xue came to the loom she usually used, sat down, and began to weave bit by bit.

Huosong and his companions didn't understand what these people who originally belonged to their tribe were doing, but the thing going up and down looked very interesting.

After waiting for a while, something happened that made Huosong and others open their eyes wide.

The hemp ropes that were originally independent strands are now connected together to form a very fine thing.

After getting Han Cheng's consent, a woman from the Fire Tribe stepped forward and carefully touched the cloth woven by Bai Xuemei with her hands, with a look of amazement on her face.

Obviously, he was extremely curious and surprised about such changes.

"With things like this, you can exchange them for more pottery and salt. In addition to these, you can also exchange them for food from our tribe, just like this."

Han Cheng, who was well prepared, said while the iron was hot. At the same time, he took out some shelled millet from his pocket, put it in his palm, and showed it to Huosong and others.

Huosong and his companions have eaten this yellow food three times since arriving at the Qingque tribe. Whether it is boiled in water or made into dry rice, it is always extremely delicious and very different from the food they usually eat.

At this time, when they heard this honorable Son of God say that this thing made of hemp rope could not only be used to exchange for a lot of salt and pottery, but even this kind of food could be exchanged, and it could exchange for more than just hemp skin, everyone was shocked and then overjoyed.

Salt, pottery and other delicious food that their tribe had never eaten before were all very precious things in their eyes.

And now, they can exchange them just by using something made of twine, which is really surprising.

This thing made of twine doesn't look troublesome at all.

And as long as you stay in the tribe and don't go out, you can make it, which is much better than hunting.

In other words, the people in their tribe can obtain these precious things just by doing these jobs in the tribe that are not dangerous at all and do not seem to be tiring?

People are always more eager and responsive to the benefits they can get than to other things.

"Really?"

Han Cheng listened to the words translated from Bai Xuemei, looked at Huosong and the others who were expectant but afraid that he would regret it, and nodded vigorously.

In order to show the seriousness of his words, Han Cheng pounded his chest hard.

Looking at Huosong and the others cheering, Han Cheng's heart was also filled with joy.

Ever since the people from the Fire Tribe arrived, millet has been served at every meal. This was something Han Cheng specifically instructed.

The purpose is to make the people of the Fire Tribe accept this kind of food that they have never eaten before.

Now it seems that the effect is good and my good intentions have not been in vain.

It was also Han Cheng's intention to take the initiative to suggest that the people of the Fire Tribe could exchange cloth for food.

Things like growing hemp and weaving linen cloth will inevitably affect the Fire Tribe's capture of food.

If the purpose was only to exchange for pottery and salt, in this case, the people of the Fire Tribe would definitely control the scale of hemp planting and weaving within a certain range in order to obtain enough food to feed their tribe.

If grains such as millet were included in the exchange, everything would be different.

Because growing hemp and weaving it can be exchanged for food, they are not too averse to such things.

If the Green Bird Tribe had enough millet to exchange for cloth, and the millet they paid was enough to feed the Fire Tribe, it would not be impossible that the people of the Fire Tribe would not go out hunting, but instead specialize in growing hemp and weaving it.

If that time really comes, the fate of the Fire Tribe will be completely in the hands of the Green Bird Tribe.

Maybe it doesn't need that much. As long as one-third of the Fire Tribe's food is the millet exchanged from the Green Bird Tribe, then Han Cheng's decision on where to go next will be up to him.

This method does not seem barbaric at all, and may even seem a little fussy, but the results achieved are much greater than simply relying on brute force.

Huosong and his companions were simply happy that their tribe would get a lot of things. They never imagined that behind this seemingly fair and extremely beneficial deal for their tribe, there was something so deep hidden.

After cheering, they bowed respectfully to this kind and generous Son of God to express their feelings that could not be expressed in words.