"Master, the enemies have all retreated." Lei Ting breathed a sigh of relief. This time the enemy was too powerful. The Thunder God Tribe was in a precarious situation. Even after joining forces with the Qingfeng Tribe, they could barely withstand the opponent's offensive.
The enemy's main attack was still on Thundergod City, so the Thundergod Tribe was under the greatest pressure. Fortunately, the Qingfeng Tribe, their ally in the coalition, did not play tricks and sent out a large number of cavalry to distract the enemy, greatly easing the pressure on Thundergod City.
Even if this confrontation continues, the Thunder God Tribe cannot afford it. We have to farm. If we don’t farm, what will we eat?
Fortunately, the enemy could not afford the wasted time and retreated.
"The rivers are frozen in winter. Without river transportation, the enemy has no right to fight against us." The old Taoist priest Lei Feng also thought so. The Thunder God Tribe is the foundation. He needs continuous blood and energy for his own cultivation. Without the Thunder God Tribe as a weapon, where can he collect blood and energy in the future?
This battle was very difficult for the Thunder God Tribe, and there were heavy casualties, but it provided a lot of blood and energy for Lei Feng's cultivation. Secretly, Lei Feng was still very satisfied.
Lei Feng has no real feelings for the Thunder God Tribe that once abandoned him. They are just tools for his own cultivation.
However, in order to continue to obtain more blood and energy, the Thunder God Tribe must be protected.
"The crops have been severely destroyed by the enemy, and the harvest is pitifully small. Master, our Thunder God Tribe is going to have a hard winter." Lei Ting is different. He grew up in the Thunder God Tribe and has feelings for it.
"What are you worried about? When there was no farmland before, didn't the tribe survive? Just eat less." Lei Feng curled his lips secretly, "Don't the old Ice Eye Tribe have water spirit stones? Find more people to mine some and exchange them for food in Haifan City."
"That's right, let's go quickly, otherwise, the Qingfeng tribe will take advantage of us." This is a good way. The Bingyan tribe is now extinct and it is a no-man's land. Why should we be polite to the spirit stone mine?
As expected, everyone had the same idea. Thus, the Ice Eye Tribe's water spirit stone mine was amicably divided between the Thunder God Tribe and the Clear Wind Tribe. In the future, they might have to unite against distant enemies, so now was not the time to turn on each other.
Ma Yue wouldn't refuse the exchange of spirit stones. As for exchanging some food for the Thunder God Tribe and the Qingfeng Tribe, Ma Yue had no objection. "You have to stay alive. Only if you can withstand the attacks of the three major tribes in Ghost Town, can we farm here peacefully, right?"
Without conquering the Thunder God Tribe and the Qingfeng Tribe, the three major tribes of Ghost City will not be able to safely attack Haifan City downstream, right? Therefore, the Thunder God Tribe and the Qingfeng Tribe must continue to survive, and they can be regarded as a good barrier to the west of Haifan City, hehe!
So, Minister Shang Yin, who had come out again, was showing off his power, spitting everywhere. What was he doing? Exchanging food for spirit stones, he also had to determine the exchange ratio, right?
With his enthusiasm greatly increased, Shang Yin made rapid progress in learning the language and had almost mastered basic arithmetic. With this basic arithmetic knowledge, he was much better at bargaining.
Haifan City is a seller's market now. Did you, the Thunder God Tribe and the Qingfeng Tribe, actively ask us to sell you food? Ma Yue didn't participate. I can give you food in exchange, but in moderation. I won't starve you to death, but I won't fill you up too much either.
Therefore, Ma Yue was happy to see Shang Yin bargaining.
They mainly ate potatoes, with a little bit of large sea fish (like skinned seals) thrown in. As for luxuries like salted radish, onions, and garlic, the Thunder God and Qingfeng tribes were reluctant to buy them.
Regardless, the Thunder God Tribe and the Clear Wind Tribe were satisfied with the amount of food they received from Haifan City. Their own tribes had only paid for some labor and mining.
Haifan City has more and more large livestock, the arable land area is gradually expanding, and the harvest of staple food potatoes is also increasing. Is this place suitable for growing potatoes twice a year? Of course, we should vigorously develop it.
The navy's fishing capabilities are also gradually improving. With appropriate fish and potatoes, the food will not be too monotonous.
This is pretty good. Compared to the more miserable Thunder God Tribe and Qingfeng Tribe, the people of Haifan City are super happy and they rarely go hungry.
What? Still hungry? That's nonsense. Given the productivity of the primitive world, not starving to death was a great blessing. Expecting everyone to be well fed? That's unrealistic.
The advent of the copper plowshare did indeed greatly improve the productivity of the Hai Tribe. A single wildebeest plow was as efficient as six laborers. Is that a lot? Don't you think about how inefficient the laborers of that era were...
Overall, Ma Yue was satisfied that no one in the Hai Tribe had starved to death. Times had changed, and concepts needed to be updated. They couldn't be compared to the past.
As the number of large livestock such as deer, wildebeests and donkeys increased, Ma Yue was just about to think of going to the grassland to find some trouble when news came from Poseidon City that the grassland people of the Seven Hundred Cities had also migrated.
To put it bluntly, they all ran away.
Damn it! My looting plan hasn't even started yet, and you're already running away? If you run away, where can you rob the donkeys in the Hai Tribe?
Luo Bai of Poseidon City mobilized hundreds of cavalrymen, but couldn't find where the grassland people had migrated to. Luo Bai was unwilling to give up, and asked, "Why can't you wait two months?"
It was probably because he beat the grassland people too hard last time. If he had known, he would not have defended and counterattacked last time. Luo Bai felt a little regretful.
If they didn't want to fight, then they wouldn't fight. Ma Yue was a pacifist at heart. What to do with the 700 empty cities? There was no good solution. The grassland people were too mobile. If they attacked again, the cavalry would need several days to travel, making it difficult to send reinforcements.
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