The north wind howled from far away, bringing with it a biting chill.
Everything was trembling, and the bare branches were whimpering helplessly, but they still escaped the clutches of the cold wind of the tribe.
The weather suddenly turned cold, but the houses had not been completely built. Changtui and others could only brave the cold and endure the pain like a knife cutting, and continue to fight to build the houses as soon as possible.
That way, none of them would have to suffer from the cold.
The cold wind blows on the face and hands, freezing the skin and making it painful. If this trend continues, it won’t be long before the exposed skin will be cut by the cold wind.
It was under such circumstances that Changtui and his group of people, who had long forgotten the Tengshe tribe, once again remembered the tribe.
I thought of the witch who had already turned into ashes, fermented in the manure pit for a month or two, and then was brought up to the ground.
At this time of year in previous years, the witch would have already started praying to the gods for that white thing.
Now that the witch is dead and the magical white thing is gone, I'm afraid this winter will be difficult to endure.
Changtui and the others thought so, but there was nothing they could do. All they could do was to speed up the work and finish the house sooner. This way they would suffer less from the cold and their hands and faces would be less cut by the wind.
"come over!"
Just as they bowed to reality and prepared to resist the cold wind with patience, several people walked out of the courtyard.
The leader was holding a clay pot in his hand. He walked over and greeted Long Legs and the others.
After a month or two, after the Green Bird Tribe's cramming-style teaching and indoctrination, these slaves were able to understand some simple Mandarin and speak a little.
Long Legs touched his head curiously, not knowing what he was going to do.
It seems like it’s not time to eat yet, and there’s only one clay pot, which is not enough for everyone to eat.
With curiosity and confusion in their hearts, Changtui and the others stopped what they were doing and gathered around as they were told.
“Hiss~!”
After seeing clearly what was in the jar, everyone, including Long Legs, couldn't help but gasp and became extremely shocked.
This tribe actually has this white thing?
And so much was proposed at once?
For Changtui and the others, this shock was no less than when they first learned the news of Wu's death.
In their minds, this thing is extremely precious and mysterious because it is a gift from God!
After praying to the gods every year, the witch would become extremely tired and it would take a day or two to recover.
This kind of thing is extremely precious in their tribe. When going out, only the leader can carry it and keep it. It is a rare and extremely precious kind.
And now, this thing that they thought was unique to the Tengshe tribe and would never be seen again, actually appeared before their eyes.
And so many of them appeared at once!
And the person carrying it was not the leader of the tribe, but an ordinary person.
God shouldn't give too much of such a precious thing, right?
Shouldn't such a precious thing be treated with great care and utmost respect?
How is this… ?
Seeing the person putting the jar down, casually reaching out to scoop out a bunch of precious stuff, rubbing it with his hands and then smearing it on his face to demonstrate to them, Changtui and others were all stunned.
Too luxurious and wasteful!
Such precious things, even the original tribal leader would be reluctant to dig so much at one time.
And this man in front of him, who had an ordinary status in the tribe, actually dug out so many at once without even blinking an eye.
After Pingzi finished the demonstration, he saw that these people were staring at him in a daze. He thought they didn't understand. After thinking for a while, he reached out and dug out some more, and continued to repeat the previous actions to demonstrate to them.
Changtui and others widened their eyes even wider, this is too luxurious!
"Come here, wipe it."
After Pingzi finished the demonstration, he saw that these people became even more stunned. After thinking about it, he decided not to continue the demonstration.
Instead, he reached out and pulled over a person next to him, scooped out some oil with his greasy hands, put it on the back of the person's hand, and motioned for him to apply it like he did.
At this moment Changtui suddenly realized that his original tribe had a witch who could pray to the gods, and his current tribe also had a witch.
Not only that, there are also Sons of God who are higher than witches.
In this case, it is not too surprising that this tribe now has so many precious white things.
However, from the attitude towards these precious things, Changtui could sense the huge gap between the witch of his original tribe and the son of God of this tribe.
"Apply it well, and then get to work. This stuff is made from meat, and it's the most delicious when used to make soup..."
Pingzi looked at the slaves who came forward to grease their hands with big oils and muttered aloud, not caring whether they could understand him or not, he just spoke freely.
After having these people smeared with the big oil, Pingzi and the others left, leaving behind a group of shocked people. Among them, the one who was most shocked was Cao Gen with a crooked nose.
When it comes to languages, Cao Gen seems to be very talented, just like how he quickly mastered the language of the Teng Snake tribe. During the time he has been in the Qingque tribe, Cao Gen's Mandarin level is much higher than that of the other slaves.
Pingzi was talking to himself, and the others didn't understand what he said, but Cao Gen did.
This precious thing was not obtained by praying to the gods, but was made from flesh?
He recalled some of his initial discoveries from the pottery jar, and combined with what the bottle had just said, he felt completely dazed.
Then what about the original witch praying to the gods?
Could it be that the original witch has been lying all along?
"¥%Hurry up..."
Someone saw Cao Gen standing there in a daze and not working, and shouted out in dissatisfaction, urging him to work faster.
The dizzy Cao Gen told everyone what he had just heard from Ping Zi.
As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
This...how is this possible!
How can something given by the gods become something that comes out of the flesh?
But remembering that every time the witch prayed to the gods, they would prepare a lot of meat to offer to the gods, and after the sacrifice, there would always be a smell of burnt meat in the cave, they had to believe this statement...
Everyone in the original Tengshe tribe suddenly felt as if something was broken, and the tall and mysterious image of the witch of the original tribe collapsed in an instant.
It turns out that he is that kind of witch!
This was the feeling of all the people of the Tengshe tribe after being shocked.
In the distance, in the white land that had been covered with manure, a small whirlwind suddenly arose, and then dissipated weakly.
I wonder if this was the last roar made by the witch of the Tengshe tribe, who had already turned to ashes, after discovering that his old place had been revealed, and he was furious...