Ancient wasteland

Jing Que helped them treat their wounds, drank broth and ate barbecue around the fire, and snuggled up in the animal skin to warm up and prepare to go to bed.

When the sky was getting light, Jing Que suddenly shivered, sat up from the ground wrapped in animal skins, and asked sleepily, "Are those people who chased us last night still fainted on the ground?!"

Feng yawned, and was adding salt water to the earthenware pot, "No, Ye took people and ropes to tie them up. It's been a while, and he should be back soon."

Jing Que was infected by him and yawned, "Okay."

Seeing that there were not many people in the camp, he hurriedly followed the two slightly injured soldiers, quickly lifted off the animal skin, stood up, and stretched his hands and feet in the open space next to him.

Go over to help, add firewood to the fire, collect the salt that should be collected in the pottery pot, and set up the pot for cooking when you are done.

As soon as the clay pot was set up, Ye Ye came back with a long string of big men tied together. They were all directly tied to their feet with ropes, with their heads facing the back and dragging on the ground, leaving deep bloodstains on their backs.

Jing Que was a little confused, "Why did you bring them back?"

Ye threw the rope he was pulling to the ground, "Drag them all back and tie them up, and release them when we leave, lest they wake up halfway and go back and call for someone."

Jing Zhu nodded slightly, "Oh, that's true. Besides, it doesn't matter if there are so many people here who are bitten by wild beasts two or three times. If they can't wake up for three days and three nights, they will all be taken away by wild beasts. There are many tribes we have offended. .”

He was born in a peaceful age and has a relatively peaceful temperament. He doesn't like to take the initiative to fight and kill. Besides, if he makes too many enemies and is surrounded by others, people in his tribe will not be injured or even killed. Jing Yu said he doesn't like it.

Taking advantage of the gap between making breakfast, Jing Que went over to help tie up the people. By the way, they counted more than 110 people who were dragged back by them.

Judging by the size, they are basically fighters above the junior level, which can really be considered a big deal. I guess there are only so many fighters in the Dahe Tribe.

Among them, Jing Que also found someone familiar to him, "Big Stone Tribe? I remember his name is...Xiong Shi? Right. There really are them."

It was said at the beginning that they like to grab things, as expected.

Seeing a deep wound on Xiongshi's back, Jing Que grabbed the mud and paste it on to stop the bleeding, mainly to prevent the smell of blood from attracting wild animals. After the paste was finished, he kicked him angrily, "You Fate!"

Helping to tie everyone to the tree, the camp began to fire at full speed and boil salt. They got a lot of salt stones this time, and the progress was very slow.

It was so slow that Xiong Shi, who was tied to the tree, woke up. They hadn't finished dealing with the salt stone. After Xiong Shi woke up, he threatened them to let him go with a fierce face, otherwise the Dashi tribe would definitely attack them.

Jing Que was drinking soup from a pottery bowl, "Do you Dashi tribe still need a reason to attack others? Don't you just attack if you see something good and want to grab it? I will let you go now, and you can guarantee that you will not be attacked before the cold season." attack us?"

Last night they chased them to grab salt. I don’t know the background of other tribes, but the Dashi tribe is very close to them. Even if they can’t get salt on the way, wait until they go back to the tribe.

During the hunting in the windy season, they would definitely have the idea of ​​their tribe, and because they knew this would be the case, Jing Que finally decided to let Xiongshi and the others go back after discussing with the wild.

After all, the Dashi tribe took the initiative to attack their tribe, so they had an excuse to fight back... Snatch away the salt, stone and meat of the Dashi tribe!

Now, Jing Que held the bowl, walked up to Xiong Shi with a smile, and poked it down with an arrow, "Twittering, it's too noisy, annoying!"

After they have purified all the salt stones and installed them, the prospect of departure will detoxify those people, and he will wake up soon, but his waist will be sore and his legs will be weak for a while, dragging his body injuries, and he will be able to avoid the attack of wild beasts a little. It is impossible to chase them.

After hiding the earthenware pots and pots for boiling salt, Jing Que set a trap at the entrance of the hole where he hid things, and then set off on the journey back to the tribe with light packs.

In the task of changing the salt team this time, except for the soda ash that he wanted to try his luck, he didn't find it. The salt stones and furs he got in exchange exceeded Jing Yu's expectations.

A lot of medicinal materials were harvested on the road, pumpkin seeds were exchanged at the trade fair, and news of coal, copper ore and iron ore was obtained, which can be said to be full of harvest.

Jing Qu felt very satisfied, and sat on the back of the vacated Moo Beast, dangling his calves happily.

Discuss with the wild what to do after returning to the tribe, "First of all, how about building the road between our tribe and the Black Mountain tribe, and handing over the road construction to Liheyu and the collection team.

Then there is hunting. You will lead the hunting team of our tribe, the warriors in the native tribe and those who are strong, um... there are also those from the Black Mountain tribe and the Jumu tribe. Why don't you contact them now to discuss the specific matters of the hunting? . "

Ye Ye shook his head after thinking for a while, "The old priest should have been in touch."

Jing Que thinks about it too, seeing that they are delayed on the road, the priest will definitely send someone to contact and discuss hunting, "That's good, now that the cold season is approaching, time is tight, and we must seize every minute and every second to store supplies as much as possible.

That's right, what do you think we exchange coal with the Black Mountain tribe? I don't want to give them the accumulated food, and I don't want to give them more prey when hunting... Either use clay pots, or I can teach them how to use coal.

I can make briquettes. The stoves in our tribe are very suitable for burning briquettes. Not only can we get coal, but we can also sell the stoves. What do you think? "

Seeing him snapping his fingers excitedly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Okay."

The two discussed the details while walking, and followed the salt change team to rush to the tribe at full speed. There were traces left by the tribe along the way. It can be seen that the tribe did not go in the wrong direction, and they were indeed heading towards their tribe.

Jing Que and the others moved very fast. The entire tribe migrated, and the elderly and children accounted for part of it. In addition, they brought all kinds of things to settle down, dragged their families, and the speed of progress was relatively slow.

But even so, Jing Que and the others were halfway to the lake before catching up with the people of the tribe. Among them was the reason why the chief of the tribe deliberately slowed down to wait for Jing Que and the others.

After all, the migration of the Tu tribes to join the Dashan Tribes was based on an agreement with Jing. Naturally, it would be better to go back with Jing. Seeing them catching up, the happiest thing was the head of the Tu tribes, "Why are you so slow?! Yes What happened?"

Jing Que smiled and told the tribe chief about the attack and someone trying to steal their salt, but he didn't say how many people came across. Seeing that they didn't seem injured, the tribe chief didn't ask much.

Just looking at Jing Yu, his face didn't look very good, "Our priest wants to talk to you."

When he saw the native tribe offering sacrifices, Jing Zhu probably understood why his face turned sour.

The priest of the native tribe was injured, and the wound was still a bit serious... His left hand was gone, and it looked as if he had been cut off with a sharp weapon. The cut was neat, and the white bones were exposed.

The redness and inflammation were severe, and the priest of the tribe was not in a good condition, his face was flushed, and he looked like he was going to die soon.

He said that just now, looking at it from a distance, the whole tribe was filled with such a gloomy atmosphere that it was almost dead silent.

The priest of the tribe looked quite young, probably about the same age as Feng, and he probably hadn't had time to lead his disciples to choose an heir. His hiccup tribe was completely finished, and he could only be merged into the Dashan tribe.

The people of the Tu Tribe didn't know what was going on in the Dashan Tribe, so they naturally felt that the road ahead was long and they were at a loss. The head of the Tu Tribe walked over and whispered something in the ear of the priest, who slowly opened his eyes, "You ...that is...the Mountain Tribe..."

Jing Qu smiled, "I am the priest of the Dashan Tribe, and my name is Jing. If you look like this, please stop talking. I will show you the wound."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and squeezed his arm, "Can you feel the pain?"

The tribe priest nodded, his voice was weak, "It hurts...I'm going to die, I heard that Yu... told you...to join...you Dashan..."

Jing Que chuckled and interrupted him, "Oh, don't talk, save the words and talk later. Aren't you tired of talking like this? I feel tired and flustered when I hear it."

The priest of the tribe looked anxious and struggled to continue. He knew that he was about to die, the wound on his hand could not heal, his body was hot, he had already felt the call of the beast god, and he was about to return to the embrace of the beast god.

The most worrying thing before he died was their tribe... He had no heir, and the sacred stone was destroyed by the Dahe tribe. In order to save him, the patriarch decided to let the tribe migrate and leave the original living environment.

Seeing that the cruel cold season is approaching, the future fate of their tribe...not knowing which direction it will go, this is what worries him the most.

Jing Qu pinched the acupuncture points on his neck, and he passed out directly, "I told you to wait until you recover from your injury. I'm busy, so I don't have time to listen to your ramblings."

The tribal chief's expression changed suddenly, "You..."

As soon as he took two steps forward, Ye stretched out his hand to stop him, and Jing Zhuo turned to stare at him, "What are you!? You want to fight.

Then you fight with the wild, as long as you win him, you can do whatever you say in the future, if you can't beat him, shut up! "

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and poked the wound lightly, "Let's rest here, first boil water and soak some salt for him to drink, do you have any leaves left?"

The salt-changing team has been together for so long day and night, and when Jing He said to take a break, they all began to unload supplies and set up pots for cooking in an orderly manner.

He dug out the leaves that Jing Que wanted, "For the sacrifice, there are only half of the leaves left. When treating the wound that day, more leaves were used."

Jing Que reached out to take it, "That's enough, just bandage him so that the wound will no longer be infected."

Sitting down in front of the priest of the tribe, he held the pottery bowl and started pounding herbs. The head of the tribe was astonished, but couldn't help but look forward to it, "You...you can heal the wound of our priest?"

Jing Qu didn't even bother to look at him, "Naturally it can be cured."

As he spoke, he raised his head to let him see the soldier who was hopping around on one leg with a cane next to him, "Hey, did you see that I can heal a broken leg.

He just broke his hand, of course it can be cured, why are you looking at me, arrange for your people to cook and eat, there are fish in the lake, catch them, make soup and barbecue... Wild, you get them two fishing rods Bar.

In the future, we will live together no matter what, and we have to take care of the newcomer. "

The soldiers in the Salt Changing Team understood what he meant in seconds, and went to hook up with the girls of the Tutri tribe with a fishing rod. The leader of the Tutribe was worried about their sacrifices, so he kept staring at Jing Yu.

That was a wound that even their priests could do nothing about, otherwise it wouldn't have dragged on to the point where they could only wait to die. Could this young priest in front of him really be healed? !

But thinking of the map that Jing gave him, thinking of those characters belonging to the super tribe, Yu felt a little hope rising in his heart.

Jing Que poured the medicine and applied it to the wound of the tribal priest. Fortunately, the weather was not too hot, and the wound was only inflamed, not festering and rotten. Otherwise, it would be troublesome to clean up the carrion.

After applying the medicine, he poured a bowl of salt water into the person, and looked at the chief of the tribe who stood motionless around him, "Your priests call you Yu, is it the feather of a feather? Do you have the animal-shaped talent to be able to fly?"

Yu nodded, "Yeah, but I haven't awakened yet, so... that's fine."

Jing Zhu nodded slightly, "Just wait for him to wake up, let's wait for a later time, I will be able to go to the Dashan tribe tomorrow, you should prepare first."

As he spoke, he stood up with the bowl in his hand, carefully looked at the people in the surrounding tribes, and roughly counted nearly 300 people.

There are quite a lot of them. These are labor forces, and they are all very strong!With these people joining, it will be much more convenient whether it is the road leading to the Black Mountain Tribe, or taking people to hunt during the beast tide.

Jing Que held the pottery bowl and returned to their team with the corners of his mouth turned up. He took a fishing rod and went to the lake to sit and fish.

Ye walked to him and sat down, "Can he live?"

Jing Yu nodded, "Yes."

Ye looked at him hesitantly, but Jing Que turned his head, "Don't you think I shouldn't save them as sacrifices?"

Ye nodded silently. Only when the priest died and there was no expectation in his heart, would the tribe members sincerely want to join their tribe.

Anyway, the priest of the Tu tribe died because he was injured in the Dahe Tribe, and it had nothing to do with them.

Jing Qu leaned against him, and said in a low voice, "You are right, if the priests of the tribes die, they will have no backbone, and they can only rely on our tribe.

But if you look at the atmosphere in their tribe, if their priests really died, these people might be full of panic and anxiety about the future, and feel that they can't survive.

They even think wildly... thinking that we brought them back as stored food, creating a gap with us and being highly vigilant against us.

Although in the end they had no choice but to rely on us, but the cold season is coming soon, there is no time for them to be depressed. We have to build roads, organize hunting, and burn glass.

There are too many places in the tribe that need manpower. I don’t give them any hope. How can they obediently help us do things and do their best to store food and charcoal?The current situation is obviously more suitable for boiling frogs in warm water!

Don't worry, you just need to take care of that Yu, they sacrifice... Hehe, our old man is not a vegetarian, it's just a small problem. "

Ye frowned, thought for a long time before nodding, "Okay."

After repairing by the lake and continuing on the road, the priest of the Tu tribe was in a coma all day long. When he approached the Dashan tribe, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the wharf by the lake and the smooth cement paved ground.

And the round kiln that was smoking, and the super large pottery vat that was being opened out of the kiln, couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, "I...I am, have you returned to the embrace of the beast god? Is this the place in the legend? God's land?"