“Over there, far away from our tribe, there is a tribe that has many magical things.
There is a thing called salt that looks like snow particles, and putting it on food makes it very delicious! "
Bark spoke to the leader of the Black Rock Tribe with some longing.
When the leader of the Black Rock tribe heard what Treebark said, he was very excited. He stretched out his big palm and slapped Treebark on the head twice.
The tree bark, whose head was slapped twice by the Black Stone Tribe leader and shrank inward, was also very excited after seeing the Black Stone Tribe leader's state. He continued to speak out: "There is a thing called pottery, which can be used to cook hot soup. In winter, drinking it will warm your whole body and it is very comfortable!"
“Pah!”
The expression on the face of the Black Rock tribe leader became more excited. He stretched out his hand and slapped Shupi's head twice.
The bark, which had retracted its head twice, became even more excited: "There is a lot of food there. We don't need to hunt. We can't eat it all!"
“Pah!”
The Black Rock tribe leader, who looked increasingly excited, slapped twice more.
The tree bark shrank his head and continued excitedly: "There are warmer caves, comfortable kangs for sleeping, and many deer..."
The leader of the Blackrock tribe raised his hand: "Pah!"
Shupi's head shrank twice: "There is..."
…
“Pah!”
Shrinking twice...
"Chief, let's take the Black Stone weapons and fight them! After we defeat them, all of these will be ours!"
After being slapped so many times and feeling a little confused, Shupi finally revealed his final goal after such a long preparation.
Then he looked at the leader of the Blackrock Tribe with burning eyes, expecting the leader of the Blackrock Tribe to nod in agreement.
From the increasingly excited expression of the Blackrock tribe leader as he spoke, and the increasing strength of his hands, Shuba was certain that as long as he said the last words, the Blackrock tribe leader would definitely agree.
“Pah!”
The leader of the Blackrock tribe slapped Treebark's head twice, with greater force than before.
In this way, Shupi, who was already sure that things would succeed, became even more certain.
“No!”
However, the Blackrock tribe leader's next clear and concise words were completely beyond Treebark's expectations, leaving him stunned on the spot.
What the hell?!
Not going?!
What else can you do if you are so excited?
If you're not going, why are you hitting me on the head so hard?
You've almost knocked out all the hair on top of my head. I'm almost bald, and you actually say you won't go?
Shuba stared at the leader of the Blackrock Tribe with his eyes wide open, feeling extremely depressed. If he could defeat him, he would have wanted to pin the leader of the Blackrock Tribe to the ground, rip open his head, and see what was inside.
“Pah!”
The leader of the Blackrock tribe slapped Treebark twice, and Treebark's head was bald. His neck shrank inward again, and at the same time, he became a little more sober.
“No!”
The leader of the Blackrock tribe repeated it again, and these straightforward words sounded like a heartbreaking sound to Treebark's ears, the kind that was so fragmented.
Of course, the leader of the Blackrock tribe would not lead his men to attack the tribe that Treebark mentioned, which sounded very good.
On the one hand, it was because the distance was too far, and on the other hand, the leader of the Blackrock Tribe felt that it was completely unnecessary.
The leader of the Blackrock Tribe is very satisfied with the current living conditions of the tribe.
Their tribe has caves, which can be used to shelter from wind and rain and defend against wild beasts.
Their tribe also has food, and plenty of it.
Especially after their tribe had bows and arrows as well as fish cages, and some of the tribes that surrendered to their tribe also had these two tools, food in their tribe became more sufficient.
Now, with the food sent by the surrendered tribes, their tribe's food is more than they can eat.
To keep warm in the winter, the leader of the Blackrock Tribe felt that all they needed was a fire, sufficient food and enough furs. This was how they had survived the cold winters over the years.
Especially in the recent winter, after being almost roasted by the new type of heating tool made of tree bark, the leader of the Black Rock Tribe began to hate other heating tools.
At this time, Treebark brought up this issue again, and the leader of the Blackrock Tribe naturally wanted to confront Treebark.
Since our tribe has everything and lacks nothing, why should we run so far with our families to attack that unknown tribe?
Isn't this just making things uncomfortable for yourself?
The leader of the Blackrock Tribe was indeed very interested in what Treebark said, but he was not yet ready to abandon everything here and run so far to fight that unknown tribe.
After understanding the thoughts of the leader of the Blackrock Tribe, Shuba, who felt a headache and a little dizzy, was speechless for a moment.
Yes, there is everything here, why should we leave here and fight with the people of the Green Bird Tribe?
He had thought about so much before, but he didn't think of this.
He wanted to continue to persuade the leader of the Blackrock Tribe to lead his people south, but he couldn't find what to say for a moment, so he just touched his aching head and closed his mouth...
The slowest thing in the world is time, and the fastest thing is also time. It seemed like just a blink of an eye. The vast fields of rapeseed flowers outside the Qingque tribe had withered away, and the tiny rapeseed pods had grown bigger and turned slightly yellow.
"Open the sickle!"
One morning, when there was a light mist outside, Han Cheng carefully looked at the color of the rapeseed pods, and then gave the order to harvest the rapeseed.
Rapeseed cannot be used as a staple food. Its biggest use is to be eaten as a vegetable before it grows fully. Most of the rapeseed after harvesting is mixed with chopped grass and fed to the chickens, ducks, and geese in the tribe. Therefore, compared to the land of the entire tribe, not much is planted, less than one twentieth of it.
Harvesting rapeseed on this scale naturally does not require much fuss.
Some people were assigned to harvest rapeseed, while others began to plant the third batch of millet.
Also grown are soybeans and peas.
Even while doing all this, the construction of houses in the tribe did not stop.
This is the advantage of having more people, many tasks can be done at the same time.
In the midst of his busy schedule, the red sun set in the west and the Jade Rabbit rose in the east. Shitou stretched his neck and looked until his eyes were sore, but he only saw that there seemed to be a big osmanthus tree above the moon, but did not see a woman as beautiful as Zhuang dancing on it.
Time passed quietly between sunrise and sunset. The rapeseed of the Qingque tribe was collected from the fields and stored in the granary after being rolled by stone rollers, winnowed, and dried.
The over-harvested land was turned over, plowed, and planted with crops.
Most of the crops planted in the harvested rapeseed fields are soybeans.
In fact, it is most appropriate to rotate soybeans and wheat. Not only will it not reduce the fertility of the soil, but the substances produced by the roots of soybeans will promote the growth of wheat.
Unfortunately, there was no trace of wheat in the tribe, so they could only make do with soybeans and rapeseed...
The wound on Treebark's leg has completely healed, and except for a scar, there is nothing else wrong with him.
When Shuba was wrapping the animal skin around his body, he would deliberately expose this scar, because his real turn in the Black Rock Tribe started with this scar. At the same time, he also liked to recall what happened after the scar, and he was happy to tell the story when someone asked him about it.
At this time, Shuba was squatting by the water, splashing water on his legs, and then carefully washing his body.
However, his cleansing was different from that of the people in the Qingque tribe. The people in the Qingque tribe cleansed the whole body, but he only cleansed the scar.
Doing this will make the scar more conspicuous and draw more attention to it.
This scar of his was left in order to protect the tribe's weapons from being snatched away by the suicidal leader of the Blue Flower tribe!
When everyone believed that this matter was true, Shupi himself gradually felt that this was indeed the case.
The bark squatting here to clean the wound was not as enthusiastic as before, but seemed a little silent.
This is because the scar reminded him of the leader of the Blue Flower Tribe, and the leader of the Blue Flower Tribe reminded him of his brilliant plan, and then nothing happened.
A long time has passed since the time when Tree Bark was almost beaten bald by the leader of the Black Stone Tribe, but he still hasn't come up with a good way to persuade the brutal and stubborn leader of the Black Stone Tribe to lead his men to attack the Green Bird Tribe.
However, in recent days, he has figured out why the things he thought were very certain at the beginning were of no use to the leader of the Blackrock Tribe.
It wasn't because what he said wasn't appealing enough, nor was it because the Green Bird Tribe wasn't good enough to attract the leader of the Black Stone Tribe.
It was because the leader of the Black Stone Tribe had never seen the Green Bird Tribe with his own eyes, had never experienced the taste of food with salt, had never seen the benefits of pottery, had never lived in a spacious and bright house, and had never tasted the delicious food made by the Green Bird Tribe, especially the Son of God.
People who have not experienced these things personally have no way of imagining how wonderful the Qingque tribe is. No matter how they say it, no matter how well they say it, they cannot really imagine this kind of goodness that they have never seen or felt.
It is precisely because of this that the leader of the Black Rock Tribe is content with the status quo and is indifferent to the things he mentioned, such as salt and pottery.
The matter was figured out, but Tree Bark became even more melancholy.
Because he found that he had no way to solve this problem.
If you want to convince the leader of the Blackrock Tribe, you need to let him see the good of the Greenbird Tribe.
But if you want the leader of the Black Stone Tribe to see the benefits of the Green Bird Tribe, you must first let the leader of the Black Stone Tribe go south and go to the Green Bird Tribe in person.
Only by experiencing it yourself can you truly appreciate its goodness.
Thus, the matter came to a dead end.
During this period of time, Shupi has been losing hair because of this problem, and he has not been able to come up with a suitable solution.
It is precisely because of this that he feels so uncomfortable.
It would be fine if I hadn't thought of a way to deal with the leader of the Blackrock Tribe, but now I have thought of a way, but I can't realize it because of this reason...
Is it possible to get some salt or pottery and let the leader of the Blackrock Tribe try it out?
As long as they eat salted food or use pottery and experience the benefits of these two things, the leader of the Black Stone Tribe will follow his own words and lead his people south to attack the Green Bird Tribe...
After sitting here feeling depressed for a while, Shupi suddenly had this thought.
After thinking carefully for a while, he became excited and didn't even bother to clean the scar on his leg...
Inside the Qingque tribe, Han Cheng was currently spreading out a piece of paper with many things sketched on it and placing it on the table.
This is the route map of the Bronze Expressway he drew last year.
Han Cheng looked at the map very seriously. After a while, he found a copper knife with a very thin blade and used the blade to carefully scrape off the two words on it.
Shi Tou, who was sitting nearby, looked at Han Cheng with curiosity, wondering what the Son of God was doing.
Shitou didn't ask and Han Cheng didn't say anything. They just did their work seriously.
After a while, the words in those two places disappeared. Han Cheng pressed there with his fingers to make the hairy fibers smoother, then picked up the pen and began to write there stroke by stroke.
"Tongfu Inn."
"Dragon Gate Inn."
As Han Cheng's pen moved, Shi Tou, who was sitting next to him, slowly read out what Han Cheng had written.
After reading it, he scratched his head in confusion, unable to understand why the Son of God suddenly wanted to rename the two stations on the Bronze Highway.
Tongfu Inn and Longmen Inn don't sound very nice either. They are far less appropriate than the original Songlin Inn and Wild Duck Inn, and they are not as easy to pronounce as these two names.
Shitou didn't understand, but Han Cheng was enjoying it. He looked at the two names of the future post station written on the map and grinned.
I should have thought of these two names a long time ago!
It is true that clothes make the man and saddles make the horse. Now the construction of the two post stations has not started yet, but the names have been changed on the map. At a glance, the level of the stations has been greatly improved!
I don’t know how much more advanced it is than the previous Wild Duck Station and Pine Forest Station.
It's a pity that the Tongfu Inn, which has not yet been built, is missing Tong Xiangyu, nor is the Lü Qinghou whom Zi once mentioned. Neither is Li Dazui, the son of the gambling master, nor is Bai Zhantang, the thief master who is very watery, only knows one move, the sunflower acupoint-pressing hand, and often has an ambiguous relationship with the proprietress.
The place renamed from Wild Duck Inn to Dragon Gate Inn lacked the hunting wind and endless yellow sand of the northwest. There was no woman named Jin Xiangyu in the inn. There were only streams and green-headed wild ducks flapping their wings and practicing light skills to float on the water...
Han Cheng thought so with regret.
Then suddenly a brilliant idea struck me.
There are no such people there, so I can arrange a group of them to go there!
Well, Shitou’s mouth is quite big. Why don’t we stop calling him Shitou and just call him Li Dazui?
He was still scratching his hair, wondering what kind of magical stone the Son of God had used. When he looked up inadvertently, he saw the Son of God looking at him and nodding with a smile. He shuddered for no reason and felt as if something bad was about to happen to him.
"I'm going to the bathroom!"
Although he didn't understand what was going to happen, Shitou still used his impeccable skill of urinating without any instruction, and then ran out without looking back, deciding to keep a safe distance from the Son of God in the next few days.
Looking at the stone that was running out and disappeared in the blink of an eye, Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff. Was he really that scary? Was he running faster than some reporters?
This kid is becoming more and more outrageous.
After silently complaining about the missing stone for a while, Han Cheng returned to the table, lay there to admire his own imagination for a while, and then reluctantly rolled up the map slowly.
The reason why Han Cheng suddenly had the idea of changing the names of the two inns was not because he had nothing to do. In addition to sentimentality, another reason was that the improvement of the Bronze Highway and the construction of the two post stations should be put on the agenda.
It was precisely because he had been thinking about these things off and on over the past few days that Han Cheng suddenly came up with such an idea.
Now, the third batch of crops has been planted, and a large number of people in the tribe can be freed from the land, which is just right for completing the Bronze Highway.
This is a huge project for the Qingque tribe. It has consumed so much manpower and resources, and it cannot be left unfinished.
Han Cheng sat here thinking about this matter. At dinner time in the evening, he began to tell the people in the tribe about it.
Then what needs to be done is the deployment of personnel.
Almost all the people who went to repair the road last year went, and in addition, we brought some extra people with us.
These extra people who were brought along were all experienced in building houses, and they were planning to build Tongfu Inn on the site of the original Songlin Post Station.
Food, bedding, tools... and other things all need to be prepared.
After Han Cheng arranged this matter, the next day, the road construction team set out in a mighty manner, carrying all kinds of things and led by the Green Bird flag.
This time, Han Cheng also went with them, because this time was different from the previous simple road construction. In addition to building Tongfu Inn and Longmen Inn, the rest of the work that needed to be done this time was basically building a bridge on the Bronze Highway.
Last year, all the roads were dirt roads, and the places where bridges needed to be built were left vacant and will be carried out this year.
The people in the tribe are not very familiar with bridges, so they need Han Cheng, a knowledgeable time traveler, to guide them.
Walking along the road built last year, Han Cheng was also looking carefully at this road that was built with a lot of sweat from the people of the Qingque tribe.
There is naturally nothing much to say about the place where the stone slabs are laid. Apart from some particularly tenacious weeds that have grown out of the cracks in the stone slabs, the rest is no different from when it was built last year and is still very solid to step on.
The road surface made of rammed earth is not very good.
Life is often an amazingly strong thing. Grass can grow out of the cracks in the stone-paved road. A lot of grass will naturally grow on these pure dirt roads, and in large quantities.
Moreover, after being exposed to wind and rain for half a year, the road surface that was originally compacted very solid is no longer as solid as it used to be, and traces of it have been washed away by rain in many places.
This is partly because the road has not been thoroughly repaired, and there are not many people traveling between the Qingque main tribe and the Tongshan residential area.
If it were a dirt road like the one in later generations that was frequently trampled by four-wheeled vehicles, these grasses would have no chance to grow at all.
Another aspect is that dirt roads are definitely not as good as cobblestone roads.
These are not the most serious ones. The most serious ones are three or four places that were directly cut off in the middle by the rain.
In two or three places, half of the road surface was washed away by the rain.
These were not taken into consideration when the city was first built. Although they seemed insignificant at the time, they were actually channels for rainwater to flow.
When the road was built, no gap was left here. When it rained, water flowed here and had nowhere to go out, so it overflowed the road surface.
Seeing this, Gu and the people who participated in the road construction last year looked a little red in the face.
This made them feel particularly shameful because the roads they had built had only been in operation for half a year and many places had already been damaged.
"Son of God, let's fix it!"
Gu spoke up quickly from the side.
Han Cheng stopped Gu and the others.
He knows that it is better to unblock than to block.
Since the rainwater collected when it rains passes through these places, there is not much use in blocking them, because there must be a way for the water to flow through.
It would be simpler and less troublesome to just build bridges directly in these places.
The structure of the bridge of the Qingque tribe is very simple. In the place where the bridge is to be built, solid stone steps are piled up on both sides, and thick and solid stone slabs are placed on top.
In narrow places, two stone piers are built to form a bridge arch; in wide places, more stone piers are built to form more bridge arches.
However, the spans between these bridge arches are not large, and the largest span does not exceed one and a half meters.
According to the current level of the Qingque tribe and the existing conditions, it is impossible to build a bridge that is too advanced.
A bridge like the Zhaozhou Bridge, where one arch spans dozens of meters, is even more astonishing.
However, such a bridge is sufficient for the Qingque tribe, whose largest vehicle is only a donkey cart.
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