Don't put all your eggs in one basket. This is a phrase that is often mentioned when people in later generations manage their finances or make financial investments.

At this moment, this sentence was also lingering in Han Cheng's mind.

This was actually the method he came up with after thinking for a while about how to prevent granary fires and protect grain.

If the granaries are dispersed, even if one of them catches fire, it will not cause a disaster that burns down the entire camp.

Even if some of the food is lost, with the remaining food, the impact of the destruction of that food on their tribe can be minimized.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart and felt that this method was indeed good.

However, after coming up with this idea, he did not give up thinking about it and was still thinking about the issue of grain fire prevention.

Because he always wanted to minimize this possibility, and in his subconscious, he seemed to have seen a way to store food that was better than storing it separately, but he just couldn't remember it for a moment.

This memory digging process has been going on for a long time, but it still ended in failure.

In the end, Han Cheng, who was dizzy, could only put it aside for the time being and ignore it. After all, sleeping was the main thing at night.

However, after lying here for a while, Han Cheng sadly discovered that he was gloriously suffering from insomnia.

After lying here and struggling for a while, Han Cheng finally chose to succumb to reality and decided to take a dose of sleeping pills. After all, insomnia would ruin a day, which was a big deal.

Sister Bai Xue always slept soundly, so Han Cheng did not wake her up. Instead, he moved her towards him, away from the sleeping Little Pea, and then started his own business.

Sister Bai Xue was still sleeping soundly, and everything around was quiet.

Han Cheng felt very wonderful. He felt as if he was lying on a soft cloud, basking in the warm sunshine.

It is also as if you are lying in a small boat, which is slowly moving with the water. The boat occasionally rises and falls. If you put your ear to the bottom of the boat, you can sometimes hear the gurgling sound of the river.

Quiet and gentle like water, this is how Han Cheng feels at this moment. All his previous troubles are gradually disappearing.

God knows what kind of beautiful dream Sister Bai Xue had in her sleep. Her face, which looked even whiter under the moonlight, turned red quietly at this moment, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth...

Some people hope that the darkness will pass quickly, while others are not too happy about the arrival of light.

But no matter how much these people wish, time still moves forward at its own pace.

I will not move faster or slower because of anyone's prayers.

The sky is the first thing to brighten every day, and the last thing to darken is also the sky. When the sky turns pale in the east and gradually becomes brighter, the earth still appears rather dark.

If you look towards the eastern sky at this time, you can easily see the obvious gap between heaven and earth.

The Sheep Tribe leader, who seemed a little dizzy and dazed, slowly moved his numb hands and feet, as well as his aching body, while looking at the sky which was just beginning to turn white.

At this time in the past, I would still be sleeping and it would take some time before I would get up. I would first go to see the sheep in the pen. Sometimes I would pick up a few newborn lambs, or lie down at the edge of the sheepfold and watch those naughty little lambs nodding and greedily eating the milk.

Some people in the tribe would use the pottery they exchanged from the wealthy Qingque tribe to fetch water from the stream, and then put some of the food they took out into the pottery jar to boil...

Thinking about these things makes people feel particularly comfortable.

But now, he could only curl up in this strange corner, looking at the strange house where these demons lived, quietly waiting for an unknown fate...

In the larger house in the middle of these low dome houses, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe has also woken up.

After waking up, she did not go out directly as usual, but sat in the still dimly lit room, stroking the smooth and round bowl in her hand.

Last night when she went to sleep, she held this bowl in her arms.

Time passed bit by bit, and the light in the room began to gradually brighten.

The female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe, sitting on a bed made of hay for sleeping, looked at the pottery pieces whose true features were gradually revealed.

After looking at it for a while, she put down the round bowl in her hand, stood up and carefully took the small jar that looked inconspicuous.

The small jar was covered with a layer of animal skin and tied at the edges with ropes made of tree bark.

Last night, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe was stunned by these bowls and the big pottery jar. She was only focused on looking at these bowls and pottery jars, and did not pay much attention to this jar which was inconspicuous in size or appearance. Only now did she notice the difference between this small jar and other pottery.

She carefully untied the rope on the pottery jar and peeled off the animal skin, but what she found inside made her very confused.

She reached out and squeezed some white stuff out of the jar.

This stuff should be stone powder.

The priestess of the semi-agricultural tribe thought so.

Because she had seen white stones more than once. Someone in the tribe had made tools with white stones. After being hit, the stone fragments looked like these.

What were these people doing with such precious jars, holding these stone fragments?

The female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe thought so in her heart, and then put the white powder into her mouth.

She had tasted things before, and even now, she would sometimes try some, so she was quite experienced and was prepared for some strange tastes.

Even so, after throwing the white stone powder into her mouth, the face of the female priestess of the semi-agricultural tribe soon began to twitch.

She quickly spat out the water and it took her a while to recover.

She took the jar back in her hand and stared at the stone powder inside as if thinking.

Even with her wisdom, she couldn't understand why the people of this tribe carried these unpalatable stone powders with them and put them in such precious pottery jars.

"#￥d..."

The leader of the semi-agricultural tribe came in and shouted to her.

This is to say that it is time to ask the people of the Sheep Tribe about the 'Greenbird Tribe' and how the sheep came from.

With such a big event in mind, the female priest of the Semi-agricultural Tribe put down the unpalatable stone powder, stood up and followed the leader to the place where the people of the Sheep Tribe were imprisoned...