Short hair, dark skin, neat clothes, a deer carrying a package, a wolf with a rope...

When seeing these, Huang Guo immediately smiled, and the nervousness that had just arisen from the noise turned into joy.

It's that tribe!

The tribe that had just left not long ago came back with precious things!

Huang Guo and a few other people who discovered the arrival of the Qingque tribe happily greeted them, more excited than welcoming the leader who returned from hunting...

The leader of the Huangguo tribe returned with his hunters and prey.

They had a good harvest today, so they were in a good mood.

When he returned to the tribe and saw the people from that tribe waiting outside the cave, his already good mood became even happier.

Because he received a piece of news from the people of this tribe that surprised and delighted him greatly: the people of this tribe were willing to exchange all the not-so-delicious food stored in their tribe for half a jar of salt.

The generous behavior of the Qingque tribe caravan made the leader of the Huangguo tribe blush.

He felt that the unpalatable fruits in his tribe were not worth so much salt.

After hesitating for a while, he told Shang and Mao that the food tasted bad and would easily make one feel uncomfortable in the stomach after eating it.

After saying that, he looked at Shang and Mao nervously.

He felt that after learning about the shortcomings of this fruit, the people in this tribe would definitely not produce so much salt.

Even if we don't use salt for exchange directly, it is possible.

However, to his surprise, after hearing what he said, the two men did not show any sign of regret.

Instead, they scooped two spoonfuls of salt and gave them to themselves, and also said that if there were more such fruits, they would exchange them for salt when the time comes.

This greatly surprised the leader of the Huangguo tribe, but he was also filled with deep joy.

I was moved by the generous behavior of this tribe who came from afar.

The primitive people's way of expressing their welcome was very direct. After moving out all the fruits stored in the cave and giving them all to the caravan of the Green Bird tribe, the leader of the Yellow Fruit tribe took out the new prey they had hunted that day.

Part of it was roasted over the fire, and part of it was boiled in clay pots to entertain the generous caravan of the Green Bird tribe.

After understanding the intention of the leader of the Huangguo tribe, Shang and Mao also started to take food out and put it together with the food of the Huangguo tribe. The people of the two tribes ate together.

The joy of getting so many soybeans made Mao, a somewhat stingy person, become extremely generous.

They took out two of the few cans of food that the caravan carried, poured a bowl for the leader of the Huangguo tribe, and distributed the rest to the minors of the Huangguo tribe.

The leader of the Huangguo tribe held a piece of cooked peach in his hand, his face full of surprise.

The peach blossoms have just faded, and the peaches are only as big as the tip of a little finger. There is still a long time before they mature. How could the people of this tribe actually take out ripe peaches?

This...how did they do it?

The leader of the Huangguo tribe became increasingly confused about the Qingque tribe, and felt the Qingque tribe caravan was extremely mysterious.

When he took a bite of the juicy peach and drank a sip of the soup, his surprise became even greater.

This wonderful taste is more fascinating than eating peaches directly.

Those minors who ate this food for the first time and tasted this wonderful flavor, slurped their saliva, squinted their eyes, wanted to eat more, but were reluctant to do so, and savored this intoxicating taste with extreme cherishment.

Some minors secretly looked at the caravan of the Bluebird tribe, full of longing. The people of this tribe always brought excellent things...

After a very sumptuous dinner for Huang Guo's tribe, under the illumination of the flames, the people of Huang Guo's tribe began to roll on the ground, hugging the people of the Qingque tribe's caravan...

The warm sunshine poured down, and the rape flowers began to wither. At the edge of a large rape field, near the wall, there was a specially cleared piece of land, from which sprouted a variety of seedlings of unknown origin.

Han Cheng did not follow the witch's advice to feed the strange seeds that Shang, Mao and others brought back to pigs, chickens or geese. If he had done so, it would have been a waste of things.

Han Cheng scattered them on the ground.

If he just looked at the seeds, he wouldn't be able to recognize many things, but when the seeds sprouted and grew, things were different.

In time there will be more ways to identify them and confirm their types and uses.

I hope to find some surprises in it in time.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart.

Even through her clothes, you can see that Bai Xue's belly is bulging. She is beside him, and they are looking at the field full of spring together.

The clingy chickens were wandering around happily, sometimes jumping up to peck at some flower petals or something to eat.

The two men looked here for a while and then walked towards the mulberry tree. The basket of spring silkworms raised in the yard was almost out of mulberry leaves to eat, so they needed to pick some.

Han Cheng was holding the hoe in one hand and holding Bai Xuemei's hand in the other. Behind him was a chirping little chicken that kept chasing with its thin legs. There was also Fu Jiang, his loyal lackey, and his offspring. It was truly a huge army.

The mulberry leaves have spread out, but they are still tender and very comfortable to touch.

When Han Cheng and Bai Xuemei had picked half of the honey, they saw from afar some movement in the tribe and a lot of people gathered there.

Han Cheng's heart immediately skipped a beat. Could it be that the slaves in the tribe had raised the flag of rebellion?

Then, looking further away, he saw more slaves still working hard to cultivate the wasteland. It didn't look like they were rebelling.

Thinking with some vigilance in his heart, after a while, a man came running from the tribe. Han Cheng frowned slightly and looked at this man...

Are people from the Fire Tribe coming?

After hearing this somewhat unexpected yet reasonable news, Han Cheng finally felt relieved.

Then he laughed at himself. As expected, after becoming a slave owner, he began to worry about ghosts knocking on the door.

After he picked some more mulberry leaves, he led Sister Bai Xue and a large group of followers to the courtyard.

Sister Bai Xue felt that the little chicken's two short legs were too tired to run, so she put it in the basket.

Huosong and several other people from the Fire Tribe who came from afar were stunned when they saw everything happening before their eyes.

This tribe is truly amazing!

I always thought that what I had seen before was the best, but every time I came, I was shocked by something new, and the shock was stronger each time.