I am a primitive

After discovering this result, Han Cheng felt relieved. If Fu bit them randomly, he would have to train them properly.

After thinking about it this way, doubts arise again, because Fu Jiang and the others have never taken the initiative to attack people in the tribe. Today's behavior is really abnormal.

"what happened?"

Han Cheng looked at the grass roots with crooked noses and asked aloud.

Don't worry that the grassroots can't understand, because the very dog-legged rabbit fur has already started to translate on the side.

The grassroots didn't dare to hide it, so they told about the previous incident. After talking about it, they looked at the son of God very anxiously, for fear of being punished.

After understanding the reason, Han Cheng almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

If the grassroots hadn't spoken out today, he wouldn't have known that these guys had done such shameless things.

This grassroots is also unlucky, to be bullied like this by a pack of wolves and a deer.

Uncle Lu and the others were not injured, but still took advantage of it, and what the grassroots and the others did was a long time ago.

At that time, they didn't even know that Uncle Lu was raised by their own tribe.

So Han Cheng didn't punish the grassroots for this incident.

However, the vengeful dogs and unscrupulous deer were not so magnanimous. In the following days, the grassroots were attacked by them every three days.

Seeing someone approaching, he ran away, casting a psychological shadow on the grassroots bullies.

It wasn't until Han Cheng, who couldn't stand it, caught them kicking up their buttocks, that the grass roots' nightmare was over...

On the third day after the eldest brother and the others returned from the lair of the Tengshe tribe with the captives, the leader of the sheep tribe came with some people from the tribe.

Every year around this time, they make a trip.

They carried some sheepskins and some dead sheep, and they brought a lot of things.

These things are used to exchange salt with the Qingque tribe.

As for pottery, after several years of successive exchanges, their tribe has no shortage of pottery.

The members of the Sheep Tribe, who had just experienced a big harvest, were in a good mood, and with a strong confidence of 'the tribe has sheep, don't panic', they came all the way to the Qingque Tribe.

Then he was stunned by the sight of the Qingque Tribe, and stood there for a while.

people!

So many people!

This large number of people are distributed inside and outside the Qingque tribe, and they are constantly busy.

When they came last time, there were far fewer people in this tribe, but now, there are so many more people!

Are they attacking other tribes?This neighboring tribe became an evil tribe?

This was the first thought that came to the head of the sheep tribe after the shock.

The emergence of this idea gave him an urge to take people away immediately and stay away from this tribe.

Because after this tribe becomes an evil tribe, as their neighboring tribe, their own tribe will definitely suffer a blow.

The anxiety of the leader of the sheep tribe was relieved a lot after seeing the still smiling Shenzi and the leader.

After a simple greeting, the leader of the Yang tribe immediately began to ask what happened to the Qingque tribe and why the population suddenly increased so much.

Under the panicked gaze of the leader of the sheep tribe, Mao, the former leader of the donkey tribe, appeared in front of his eyes. Then he told the leader of the sheep tribe about the misfortune of their tribe, and the kindness and strength of the Qingque tribe.

The leader of the sheep tribe was stunned again, so that he didn't care about the snot thrown at him by the leader of the donkey tribe.

He didn't expect that there would be such a powerful and evil tribe around their tribe.

If what they find is not the donkey tribe but their own tribe, then the people in their own tribe are afraid...

Fortunately, there was this powerful and kind tribe that wiped out that evil tribe, otherwise, our own tribe would become extremely dangerous.

After he understood what was going on, his last worry about the Qingque tribe disappeared. Not only that, but he was also very grateful to the Qingque tribe.

So much so that in the next transaction, he insisted on giving two more sheepskins to the Qingque Tribe...

The leader of the sheep tribe left the Qingque tribe with the people of the sheep tribe, carrying the traded salt.

After walking forward for a while, he stopped and looked back. Looking at the tall wall, he felt that his tribe became smaller and smaller.

The joy of harvesting a large number of sheep is gone.

Ever since he could remember, his tribe has been able to obtain a lot of sheep. After so many years, the tribe has not changed much except for learning how to raise sheep.

And this sheep raising is still learned from this tribe.

In contrast to this neighboring tribe, they could not obtain so many sheep, but they could quickly become stronger through other methods.

I remember that in the past, the population of their tribe was about the same as that of their own tribe, and their tribe was not as rich as their own tribe, but now, everything has changed.

In front of this tribe, the population of their own tribe is not worth mentioning at all, and the sheep they get every year are nothing to be proud of.

Fortunately, this tribe is as kind as ever, otherwise...

It would be great if the Son of God descended on his own tribe in the first place...

The leader of the sheep tribe, who turned his head away, once again thought about this impossible thing in his heart.

As for snatching the Son of God, he had already dared not think about it.

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The north wind howled from a distant place, carrying a bitter chill.

Everything trembled, and the bare branches whimpered helplessly, but they still escaped the claws of the cold wind of the tribe.

The weather suddenly turned cold, but none of the houses were fully built. Long Legs and the others could only brave the cold and endure the pain of being cut by a knife, and continue to fight, trying to build the house they lived in as soon as possible.

That way, all of them would be spared the cold.

The cold wind blows on the face and hands, and the skin of the frozen person hurts. If this trend continues, it won't take long for the exposed skin to be cut by the cold wind.

It was under such circumstances that Long Legs and the others, who had long forgotten the Teng Snake Tribe, remembered that tribe again.

I thought of the witch who had already been turned into ashes, retting in the cesspit for a month or two, and then sent to the ground again.