The next morning, just after daybreak, the tightly closed cave entrance of the Donkey Tribe was opened by someone leaving.

The four leaders of the Tengshe tribe walked out with the people of the Tengshe tribe.

Yesterday's good eating, drinking and sleeping made all their tiredness disappear, and they became particularly energetic.

They set out with weapons in hand and full of energy.

Walking with them were two people from the Donkey Tribe who had been injured but had not run away.

Two people from the Donkey Tribe and the people from the Teng Snake Tribe led the way in front and headed straight in one direction, which was the Green Bird Tribe.

"ap;￥!"

The four leaders of the Teng Snake Tribe thought the two people from the Donkey Tribe were walking too slowly, so they kicked them as they walked over.

He couldn't wait to go to the tribe and snatch all the precious pottery and salt, but these two people were procrastinating.

The two Donkey Tribe members, filled with fear, could only endure the pain in their bodies and speed up the process of bringing these brutal people to the wealthy tribe.

The mood of the four leaders of the Tengshe tribe became happy again.

He originally thought that this was the end of the matter regarding pottery and salt, but he did not expect to get other information from these people.

Because of the language difference, he basically could not understand what these people said, but he understood one thing very clearly, that is, the salt and pottery owned by this tribe were all obtained from another tribe.

So he set out with his men early this morning. He wanted to defeat the tribe that owned salt and pottery.

If he takes away all the salt and pottery of the tribe and brings them back to the tribe, he will definitely be highly praised by the witch.

As for whether the tribe was difficult to conquer or very powerful, the four leaders of the Tengshe tribe did not even consider it.

From the time he could remember until now, he had never seen a tribe more powerful than the Tengshe tribe.

There is no tribe that the Tengshe tribe cannot defeat.

It didn't matter to him which tribe had the pottery and salt, because he would destroy them and take away the salt and pottery.

While thinking so ambitiously, he deliberately ignored the tribe that had once caused him a great loss.

That tribe was just an accident. There are many tribes in this land. It is impossible for them to have such a coincidence that they have strange caves and precious pottery and salt...

The sun was shining down, and in an open space among the woods, the leader of the Donkey Tribe and eight other people from the Donkey Tribe were sitting there dejectedly.

Most of them were injured, frightened, tired... all these things piled on them made them extremely depressed.

The leader of the donkey tribe leaned against a tree, looking at the ground with lifeless eyes.

Everything that happened suddenly from yesterday till now has made him dazed.

His tribe was destroyed just like that. He had worked so hard with his people for so long and finally made the tribe flourish. He watched the tribe get better day by day...

However, all of this was destroyed just like that.

All of this is like a dream, a dream that one does not want to touch.

The lively child was stabbed and fell to the ground bleeding slowly. Familiar people in the tribe fell to the ground with their eyes losing color. Everyone screamed in panic and despair. Four injured tribesmen stayed behind to stop the enemy...

All of this kept circling in his mind, causing his emotions to fluctuate greatly.

Go back and fight those evil people, kill them, and rescue the living tribesmen.

This thought occurred to him more than once, and there were even several times when he led the remaining few people back a distance. But in the end, he still sat down dejectedly with his people, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

Because he knew that even if he went back, it would be useless because they were no match for that tribe.

So many members of the tribe have died. If they go back to the past, there will be no other result except to bury the last people in the tribe as well.

Time passed slowly, the sun gradually set, and the leader of the donkey tribe, whose arm was swollen and no longer bleeding, remained silent for a while, then suddenly stood up from the ground.

A feeling of weakness suddenly came over him, causing his body to sway.

"er!"

He ignored all this and shouted loudly at the other eight people.

The eight equally silent people from the Donkey Tribe gradually had some color in their eyes. They stood up from the ground and followed their leader, trying their best to walk forward despite their weak bodies.

They were going to rush to that wealthy and powerful tribe, inform them of this matter, and beg them to avenge their people!

The previous hasty escape made them deviate from the route they usually took to the tribe, but it didn’t matter. In recent years, the most thing they had done was to hurry on the road.

Even if they deviated from the usual route, as long as they knew the direction, they would be able to reach the tribe.

The thought of going to that wealthy and powerful tribe and asking them for help filled all of them with strength.

Regardless of their weak bodies, they walked through this seemingly desolate place.

This thought was like the last straw...

The Qingque tribe was as peaceful as ever. The first batch of millet was brought into the house, and the second batch of millet was also threshed taking advantage of good weather.

The grains filled several rooms, making everyone feel particularly at ease. This meant having food in hand would make one not panic.

The last batch of autumn silkworms also made cocoons the day before yesterday.

Some larger cocoons were selected and kept, allowing them to transform into moths and leave the next generation. The rest of the cocoons were taken away by Bai Xuemei, the silkworm farmer.

Instead of opening the cocoons, taking out the pupae and frying them in oil as they had done in the past, they poured them all into a clay jar filled with boiling water.

Sister Bai Xue, who has already mastered weaving with linen thread, wants to try weaving with silkworm cocoons, because Brother Cheng said that the cloth woven after spinning silk from the cocoons is better than linen.

In fact, she had started trying this as early as after the last batch of silk cocoons matured, but the results were not good, and it can be said that it was a complete failure.

It's not the looms or anything like that, but the silk cocoons.

These cocoons were placed here, and before she could spin the silk, moths came out of them.

The cocoon had a hole in it, and the silk would break when it was pulled, which made her very distressed.

During that period, she even felt more uncomfortable than if her belly couldn't grow bigger.

It was not until I asked Brother Cheng that I finally solved this troublesome matter...

The water in the pottery jar was boiling, and the silk cocoons floating inside were rolling continuously with the boiling water.

The silkworm pupae inside the cocoon are boiled to death in boiling water and can never turn into moths, so the cocoon will not break.