If only my tribes were as prosperous as this, where everyone could afford to wear hemp clothing and live in bright houses, instead of crammed into those dark caves.
Unable to resist, she asked, "Chief Ma Yi, your tribe must have a history of over a hundred years, right?"
Huang Yu and Luo Bai remained silent, and the others dared not speak either; the entire group was quiet.
Ma Sizi is alright, after all, he spent some time with the Hidden Prince in the Sunset Tribe.
Although I didn’t know his identity at the time, I could tell from his usual behavior that he was easy to get along with.
But the chief of the Ma Yi clan, standing to the side, became nervous.
After all, she couldn't control these two people's personalities. They were practically offering themselves up, so why not take advantage of it?
But it was precisely because of this girl that she was even more afraid of making a mistake, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
Suddenly, the queen spoke up, mentioning the history of the tribe.
He perked up and said with a smile, "Your Highness, that's only natural. Otherwise, our Ma Yi tribe wouldn't have reached its current scale."
"From hemp production to silk reeling and silkworm rearing, it has a history of two hundred years."
Mu Youran: "Then can we take a look at your work process?"
"That's natural."
Chief Ma Yi was very happy to take them there to see, after all, this was the source of their tribe's strength!
Moreover, the weaving technique is complex, so she's not afraid that someone will steal it after just one glance!
Then he pointed to a tall tree overhead: "Your Highness, High Priest, Prince, look up!"
Mu Youran subconsciously looked up, wanting to see, but the next moment Huang Yu covered her eyes.
You'd better not look.
Mu Youran was puzzled. Why shouldn't she watch it?
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