The salt mountain is about ten miles away from the Qingque tribe.

The breath of Miss Spring did not infect the pure and simple Yanshan. While other places were becoming more and more vibrant under the care of Miss Spring, this impotent guy still seemed as bored as before.

Not only did he ignore the colorful Spring Girl, he even had time to roll his eyes at this girl who fascinated countless things.

There's nothing you can do about it. An impotent guy will be so tough when facing a beautiful woman.

The salt mountain certainly doesn't have much vitality because not many plants can grow on it.

It is also true that Yanshan rolled his eyes at Spring Girl.

In fact, it's not just spring, the other three seasons also get the cold shoulder from it.

Because the people of Qingqueluo had been mining for a long time, they only chiseled out two eyes for it, and did not have the kindness to give it eyelids.

At this time, while Yanshan continued to roll his eyes, some people from the Qingque tribe ignored Yanshan's rolling eyes and were busy not too far away from Yanshan.

After the trees were cut down and a wide buffer zone was cleared, last year's dead grass was set on fire. Among the ashes after the burning, there were some unburned grass sprouts that had just sprouted this year.

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng couldn't help but recite a poem on the spot: "The grass on the plain withers and grows green every year. Wildfires can't burn it all, but it grows again with the spring breeze."

After reading it, Han Cheng was quite moved.

If I were to come back to ancient times and recite this poem, which has been sung for thousands of years, I would surely be admired by countless people and someone might even recommend themselves to me...

But now…

Looking at his sister Bai Xue who was looking at him blankly, and Shi Tou, the equally ignorant person in the tribe with the highest cultural level except himself, Han Cheng immediately felt a deep identification with the ancient poets' feelings of being unappreciated and born at the wrong time.

Shitou touched his head and looked at the grass that had even the roots dug out and was piled there to bask in the sun. He was very puzzled by the Son of God's recent sigh.

How can there be a revival in such a situation?

After hearing Shi Tou's question, Han Cheng's forehead was filled with black lines, and he really wanted to reach out and hit this guy hard on the head twice.

But when Han Cheng thought carefully about what Shi Tou said, he actually felt that it made sense.

Moreover, this place is going to be developed into farmland in the tribe soon. If it is true that 'wildfire cannot burn it all, it will grow again with the spring breeze', with so much grass, can the tribe still cultivate the land?

Sure enough, poetic and picturesque things are not suitable for this era.

Han Cheng thought so and threw the urge to recite two more poems out of his mind. Instead, he started turning the soil and digging up the grass roots with the others.

This is the official development of the Yanshan residential area.

Because for the Qingque tribe, food is the most important thing at present, and there is a time limit for growing food. If you miss the time and then plant again, either the yield will be reduced or there will be no harvest. So when developing the Yanshan residential area, Han Cheng did not let people build residential areas first as he did before, but reclaimed the land first.

After the spring plowing is over and the crops are planted, we can start building houses.

In this way, the tribe was able to harvest a lot more food.

Of course, this is only in Yanshan. If it were in other places, Han Cheng would definitely have people build residential areas first and then reclaim the land.

The reason why Yanshan is so special is that it is relatively close to the tribe.

Although it is troublesome to travel between the salt mountain and the tribe every day, it is obviously worth it compared with the land that is reclaimed before the farming season and the grain that will be harvested in the fall.

Han Cheng dug the ground for a while, then took a break leaning on the hoe handle. While resting, he gently pounded his sore waist with his hands, and a bitter yet sly smile appeared on his face.

Sure enough, as a non-professional, some postures that are too difficult should not be tried easily.

After pounding his waist lightly for a while, Han Cheng looked at Bai Xue who seemed to be full of energy beside him, and couldn't help but sigh again.

The saying that there are only cows that die of exhaustion, but no land that is damaged by plowing is absolutely true.

Cultivated land is easier to deal with, but virgin land that has never been cultivated is more tiring to cultivate.

For example, now, you only need to look at the grass roots, tree roots, large and small stones that have been dug out to know how tiring it is to cultivate the raw land.

Moreover, because the plows in the tribe were made of bronze, they were far less sturdy than the plows of later generations, and the donkeys pulling the plows were not as strong as cows or four-wheeled or small trucks, so when reclaiming new land, only humans could do it.

This is even more tiring.

It had not been long since they had started cultivating the wasteland and Han Dashenzi, who was already suffering from a slight backache, was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Sure enough, rural life is more comfortable when you sit on the edge of a field under the shade of a tree, fanning yourself with a palm-leaf fan in your hand, and watching others work in the fields with a pot of cold tea at your feet.

While Han Dashenzi was constantly expressing his feelings about the difficulty of farming, and the Green Bird Tribe was reclaiming land on a large scale in three places in preparation for spring plowing, the Black Stone Tribe, which was returning to the tribe with the gathered tribes and the spoils, also had a feast.

Although their feast was not as grand as that of the Green Bird Tribe, it was still enough to make these people happy.

The leader of the Grass Tribe is now very happy. It is not only because the evil Black Rock Tribe, which used to only ask for food from them, has generously given them some food this time, but more importantly, just a while ago, the leader of the evil Black Rock Tribe decided to distribute some of the looted population to their fighting tribes.

Such a good thing that had never been thought of before suddenly happened to him. How could the leader of the Grass Tribe not be happy?

You know, when the Black Rock Tribe attacked the tribe where Tree Bark was, she cleverly asked the people in the tribe to use Tree Bark to block in front of them, so after this trip, only two people in the tribe had some injuries.

These injuries were not as serious as those they had sometimes received while hunting before.

If there is no reduction in the number of people in his own tribe, the Blackrock Tribe can give some more people to his own tribe, and the population of his own tribe will increase suddenly.

Even if it is not an adult, it is more cost-effective to take it home and raise it than to give birth to one and then raise it slowly.

Besides, it is spring now, and as the temperature gets warmer day by day, food will become easier to obtain, and the tribe will be able to feed them.

The leader of the Grass Tribe was happily thinking about these things in his mind. The more he thought about it, the happier he became. When he looked at the leader of the Black Stone Tribe again, he suddenly felt that this guy was not as frightening and disgusting as before.

After a banquet that did not look very sumptuous and even seemed simple to Tree Bark, Tree Bark, who had originally despised the Black Rock Tribe and these damn guys in his heart, suddenly became panicked.

Because these people are violently separating people from their tribe.

Divide it into small handfuls and give them to those who are obviously not from the same tribe.

After being hit, Shuba, who was roaring anxiously and then angrily, immediately shut up. He just looked with red eyes at the tribesmen who were trembling in fear, looking back at him with eager looks on their faces.

However, the leader who seemed omnipotent in the past could only watch them go away in silence.

Shupi's hands were clenched tightly and his eyes were red.

As these tribesmen moved away, he felt an indescribable emptiness in his heart.

Before, he was thinking that when the time came and he found the right opportunity, he would take the people in the tribe, kill some people from this evil tribe, and then run away.

With the skills he mastered in making bows and arrows, archery, fish cages and making simple fences, he could basically survive as long as he led the people in the tribe to run farther away.

But now, most of the people in his tribe have been taken away by the evil tribes that attacked his tribe.

There are less than half of the people left in the tribe with him, and many of them are still minors. How can he lead them to resist this evil tribe?

The leader of the Blackrock Tribe laughed happily. He was pleased with his own wit.

He once again used his wisdom to distribute these plundered people to the tribes that had joined him in attacking this tribe.

Looking at those tribes that were so happy after receiving the population distribution, the leader of the Blackrock Tribe couldn't help laughing out loud, and felt more and more proud.

Do these guys really think that they are doing this for their own good by giving these people to them?

Distributing these people to them is just to enable them to get more food, so that these tribes can hand over more food to their own tribe in the future.

Moreover, if some of these people are not divided out, then they will all need to eat in their own tribe, which will result in great consumption.

How could it be easier to just assign most of the people to them as we do now?

The leader of the Blackrock Tribe was very happy when he looked at the Blackrock weapons around him.

Since the tribe had these black stone weapons, not only did life in the tribe become better, but he himself became wiser.

He can always think of appropriate ways to solve some of the problems encountered by his tribe.

The leader of the Blackrock Tribe was unaware of his action, which invisibly neutralized Treebark's idea of ​​taking advantage of the opportunity to attack their tribe. If he knew, he would probably be even more intoxicated by his own wisdom.

"#￥%d..."

The leader of the Blackrock Tribe had someone untie the ropes on Treebark's body, then took Treebark's bow and a few arrows and handed them to Treebark. Then he pointed to a tree not too far from the cave and talked incoherently.

Although they didn't speak the same language very well, Shuba basically understood what this guy meant.

He was freed to pick up the bark for his bow and arrow again, and wanted to use the bow and arrow to shoot the damn leader to death.

But after looking at the people around him who were holding sharp black stone weapons and looking at him vigilantly, and then looking at the few people from his own tribe around him, Shupi gave up the idea.

He took out an arrow and placed it on the bowstring, then drew the bow, aimed at the tree, loosened his fingers, and the arrow shot out, nailing the tree trunk far away with a 'thump' sound.

Although it was not the first time they had seen a bow and arrow, the leader of the Blackrock Tribe and the other people in the Blackrock Tribe could not help but be surprised when they saw that the bark could hit the tree at such a long distance.

Seeing that they were surprised, Shupi couldn't help but feel a little proud. After all, this bow and arrow was what he was most proud of.

Except for the extremely accurate archer from the Green Bird tribe, Shupi felt that no one else could compare to him.

The surprise of the Black Rock tribe leader only lasted for a moment, because then he realized that things were different now. Now this good thing, along with this person, had become their tribe's.

He reached out from Bark's hand and took the bow away with a forceful gesture.

Seeing Shupi looking at him angrily, he kicked him directly.

Seeing that the bark had lowered its head, he withdrew his foot with satisfaction.

Then he took an arrow, put it clumsily on the bow, and pulled the bow awkwardly, also aiming at the tree trunk.

Then he let go of his hand, and the arrow flew away without knowing where it went.

Noticing this, Shupi couldn't help but sneer, and then he was beaten again.

After the leader of the Blackrock tribe beat him, he handed the bow in his hand to Treebark again, pointed it at the tree in the distance, and asked Treebark to continue shooting.

Treebark originally wanted to resist, but when he saw the Blackrock tribe leader raising his hand, he immediately stopped resisting.

After Treebark shot the arrow, the leader of the Blackrock Tribe snatched the arrow from Treebark's hand again, drew the bow and tried to shoot again...

In the distance, the leader of the Grass Tribe led the people of the Grass Tribe, as well as the two adults and two minors who were assigned to the tribe, and headed towards the tribe they had left for a long time.

On the way back, looking at these extra people, the leader of the Grass Tribe couldn't hide his joy no matter what.

Following the evil Blackrock tribe to attack other tribes doesn't seem to be such a bad idea now...

The leaders of the Grass Tribe were not the only ones who had similar thoughts. Most of the tribes that followed the Black Stone Tribe to attack the Tree Bark Tribe had similar thoughts after receiving unexpected benefits...

The two big and two small people from the Bark Tribe followed the people from the Grass Tribe to a strange place.

Far away from where they used to live, away from their brave leader, away from other people in the tribe, they were in constant fear, and no longer had the courage to hold bows and arrows to resist powerful enemies...