Because there are many streams near this tribe, and Shang and his people make rafts and move stones near the streams, so this tribe is called the Creek Tribe.

The leader of the Creek Tribe finished hunting early today. After returning to the tribe, he saw that there were no people in the tribal cave, so he went straight to the stream to look for people from their tribe and to take a look at the trading team of the Green Bird Tribe.

The leader of the Xi tribe did not think there was anything wrong with the minors and women in his tribe running to the Green Bird tribe's trading team when they had nothing to do.

On the contrary, he very much agreed with this matter.

Because he learned from the minors and female primitive people in the tribe that when the people in this tribe ate, they always shared some food.

This made the leader of the Xi tribe particularly happy, because if the people of his tribe ate more food from the Green Bird tribe's trading team, they could save more food for their own tribe.

This seemed to him to be a very advantageous thing.

He even hoped that the trading team could stay here longer, so that the minors in their tribe and some female primitive people could eat more of the trading team's food.

Their tribe will save a lot of food as a result.

It has to be said that when it comes to food, which is very important to the entire tribe, the leader of the Creek tribe is still very smart.

The leader of the Xi tribe who came here seemed a little dazed. What dazed him the most was not the way Shang and others broke the stones, but the incredibly fast way Mao and others chopped down trees with axes.

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While the trading team was resting, the leader of the Creek tribe asked some questions, picked up a bronze axe, looked at it carefully for a while, and then began to cut down trees with the bronze axe according to his previous experience of using the stone axe.

After trying it, the eyes of the leader of the Creek Tribe suddenly lit up.

Because he found that this beautiful-looking axe was extremely comfortable to use and could chop down trees very quickly.

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After chopping for a while, the leader of the Xi tribe finally couldn't help but speak.

What he meant was whether he could exchange this axe.

Mao did not give the leader of the Xi tribe too many illusions. He clearly gave the answer that such things could not be exchanged.

Han Cheng has always kept some things in the tribe confidential.

For example, farming is a talent that has basically not been developed in known tribes, as well as bows and arrows, the technique of drilling holes in stones with sticks and sand, and many other things are all kept secret.

These things are like this, not to mention the cast bronze objects, which are bronze weapons.

No matter what, Han Chengdu would never let people from his tribe trade with outside tribes.

It is very necessary to keep the surrounding tribes in a state of relative poverty.

First of all, this can prevent these tribes from posing too much threat to their own tribe.

Secondly, by maintaining this far-ahead position, it will be easier to absorb and integrate the surrounding tribes.

Moreover, the "exploitation" of the surrounding tribes was enough with just the non-reusable salt. There was really no need to come up with other things for unnecessary exchanges.

After receiving a clear answer from Mao, the leader of the Xi tribe felt very disappointed. After all, such a beautiful axe was so comfortable to use.

Mao had not yet finished his words. After seeing that the leader of the Xi tribe was so reluctant to leave, Mao, who never forgot the instructions of the Son of God to lure people into the tribe, spoke again without losing the opportunity.

He said that although this kind of axe cannot be exchanged, as long as the leader of the Xi tribe joins the Qingque tribe, they can use such an axe.

And it's not just axes, they can use all other tools made of bronze.

They can also have enough food, live in comfortable houses, and eat salt for free without having to exchange anything for it.

As Mao spoke here, the eyes of the minors lit up.

In fact, not only them, but even their leader was shaken after Mao's talk.

But fortunately, after some hesitation, he put the axe on the ground.

He couldn't bear to give up his own tribe and join the Qingque tribe.

After seeing the leader of the Xi tribe make such a choice, Shangmao and his companions couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, as a trader who often deals with outsiders, he has inherited the excellent quality of Han Dashenzi of the Qingque tribe, who thinks what others think and is anxious about what others are anxious about.

He couldn't bear to see the leader of the Creek Tribe and some other people sad because they couldn't exchange for axes.

So another decision was quickly made.

The decision was that when the trade team was here, the leader of the Creek tribe could lead the people in their tribe who liked beautiful axes to come and use the beautiful axes.

Mao's words surprised the sad leader of the Xi tribe. Although he could not own this kind of axe, it was a very good thing to be able to touch it more, use it to cut down some trees, and experience its sharpness.

Therefore, in the days to come, whenever there is some free time, the leader of the Creek Tribe will lead the strong men in the tribe to come here to satisfy their addiction to using a sharp axe.

As he was sweating profusely, his favorable impression of the members of the Green Bird Tribe trading team was growing rapidly.

How could they not feel good about the people of this tribe being able to give them such precious things and let them use them?

Mao and other people in charge of logging also had smiles on their faces. Sometimes they would cordially invite the sweating leaders of the Xi tribe and others to come over and drink a bowl of herbal tea made from bamboo leaves.

With the addition of free labor from the Creek Tribe, their workload was much easier, and they were also able to cut wood and build rafts much faster than before.

Under the circumstances, it would be strange if they did not welcome the Creek Tribe to use axes.

It must be said that Mao, a man with a lot of clever ideas to begin with, has even more clever ideas after living in the Qingque tribe for a few years and deeply feeling the strong and majestic aura from the great god Han.

Well, it should be said that it is more intelligent.

Time passed happily in such a harmonious atmosphere, so much so that when the members of the trading team untied the ropes of the raft, packed up their luggage and equipment and floated downstream, everyone in the Creek Tribe expressed a deep reluctance to leave.