Han Cheng would certainly not kill the guy from the Sheep Tribe who was scratched into potato shreds. After all, Han Cheng was going to let this guy be their guide again and lead them to the Semi-Agricultural Tribe in the near future.

However, not killing does not mean not punishing. Whether from the perspective of appeasing the women and children of the Sheep Tribe or from the perspective of intimidating everyone, this guy needs to be punished.

The most suitable punishment for him would be to make him a slave.

However, in order not to hurt the feelings of the many slaves who had surrendered to the tribe and make them think that they had associated with such a person, and at the same time to comfort the women and children of the Sheep Tribe to a greater extent, Han Dashenzi had the guy who was scratched beyond recognition pressed to the ground, and asked the witch to grind half a bowl of ink.

Han Cheng, who didn't do much needlework, took a needle and poked the guy's left cheek, ignoring his wailing.

After poking it once, he would use a sharpened bamboo stick to pour a little ink into the eye of the needle, doing it very carefully.

After all, this is Han Cheng’s first time giving someone a tattoo.

It was a long time before they finally let go of the guy with the swollen cheeks.

A distorted word had appeared on this guy's face, which was "slave".

This tattooed slave from the Sheep Tribe was thrown into the slave yard, where he sat with a dejected look on his face.

Because he had understood what his stinging cheeks meant through the words of those in his tribe who wanted to scratch him to death.

I became a slave!

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that his slaves are different from other slaves.

The other slaves in the tribe may still be able to escape their slave status by making meritorious contributions, but after being tattooed, he will be a slave for the rest of his life!

No one in the tribe felt sympathy for this guy because what he did was so outrageous.

Or maybe the Son of God is too kind, otherwise they would have killed this guy...

In this atmosphere, the Qingque tribe's trading team that had gone out to preach also began to return.

They were accompanied by representatives sent by those tribes.

Although letting some people in the tribe go out at this time would affect the storage of food for the winter, compared with these, the threat posed by the evil and powerful tribe was obviously greater...

Han Cheng stood at the edge of the deer pen, looking at the donkeys inside, the joy in his eyes still difficult to conceal.

Although he had seen these donkeys many times.

At this moment, he was happy not only because of the donkeys in front of him, but also because he thought of the planting industry of the semi-agricultural tribe.

Since planting has been carried out, there must be crops.

Han Chengdu took the millet and soybeans from the tribe and showed them to the guy whose face he had tattooed.

The guy said that what the semi-agricultural tribes grow are different from these two.

How could Han Cheng not be happy about this?

This means that in the near future, the tribe will have a new type of crop that people can eat regularly.

Wheat is best.

Han Cheng clenched his fists and thought expectantly.

As a northerner who grew up eating pasta, he had had enough of the torment of not having tasted pasta for eight or nine years.

After getting the wheat, Han Cheng will definitely make the flour first.

Then steam a pot of white flour buns and have a good meal to comfort your poor stomach.

Han Cheng felt that he was not allowed to ask for any other dishes. He could eat a lot of white steamed buns and he would be very happy.

Even if it is not wheat, rice is also very good. Although he eats less rice on weekdays, Han Cheng has no objection to using rice as the staple food when there is no pasta.

This tribe, don’t let yourself down!

Han Cheng clenched his fists and thought secretly. He even had the urge to lead people directly to the semi-agricultural tribe to see what their crops were...

Moving forward in time, the location shifts to the tribe where Shuba is located.

After arriving at the tribe where Treebark was, the leader of the Blackrock tribe did not stay for too long.

After just a quick look at the tribe's strange cave for a while, he shouted loudly, holding sharp weapons, and led the people in the tribe to rush towards this wealthy and strange tribe.

Although the things in this tribe were a little weird, the leader of the Blackrock tribe did not take this strangeness seriously.

In the past year or two, relying on the sharp black stone weapons in his hands, he and his men have conquered many tribes.

None of these tribes could stop them.

Although the tribe in front of them looked rather strange and had a large number of people, the Blackrock Tribe was not worried at all.

This is the confidence he has built up in leading his people over the past one or two years.

"#￥5!"

Shuba, who was holding the big bow in his hand, shouted loudly, loosened his hand that was holding the bowstring, and a feather arrow shot out.

The rest of the nervous people from Shupi's tribe also relaxed their hands, picked up another feather arrow, put it on the bowstring, and continued shooting.

The battle between the Black Rock Tribe and the Bark Tribe began without much fanfare.

The tribe that Shupi belongs to does not have a sharpshooter like Junior Brother Sha, nor a pea shooter like Second Senior Brother, so the leader of the Black Stone tribe who was running in the front was not killed immediately.

However, not everyone is lucky enough to have the aura of avoiding arrows, so as the leader of the Blackrock tribe rushed forward, screams were heard among the people of the Blackrock tribe.

Someone was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground, howling in pain.

This unexpected event made the leader of the Blackrock Tribe a little confused. What weapons did the people of this tribe use?

How did they hit their own people at such a long distance?

Looking at those people hiding behind the strange caves and constantly pulling and releasing the strange weapons in their hands, the leader of the Blackrock Tribe roared angrily.

He felt that the people of these tribes were too shameless and would only hide behind and attack them in this way.

If they come into contact and fight, he will use the sharp black stone weapon in his hand to chop off these people and the strange weapons in their hands!

So after he roared, he started running as fast as he could, and the rest of the Black Rock Tribe members who received his orders also ran quickly towards Shupi and the others.

While Shupi was shooting arrows quickly, he was shouting loudly, asking the people in the tribe to shoot arrows quickly as well.

The attack suddenly became more intense, and people from the Blackrock Tribe who were running were shot by arrows and fell to the ground from time to time...

(Thanks to the book friend Eden for the 10,000-word reward, thank you book friends for your support, thank you everyone, Lao Mo will write well, and the number of words will definitely exceed 2 million)