Salt Mountain, about ten miles away from the Qingque tribe.

The breath of the Spring Girl, which has not infected the pure heart and few desires of the Salt Mountain, is glowing with more and more vitality under the care of the Spring Girl everywhere, this guy who does not lift is still as boring as before.

Not only did he ignore the colorful spring girl, but he even rolled his eyes at this girl who was fascinated by countless things.

There's no way, the guy who doesn't lift is so tough when he faces a beauty.

Of course, the salt mountain doesn't have much life, because not many plants can grow on it.

It's also true that Yanshan rolled his eyes at the spring girl.

In fact, it's not just the Spring Girl, but the other three seasons are all the same here and can only get white eyes.

Because the people who fell into the green finch had only chiseled out two eyes for it after long-term mining, and did not kindly put eyelids on it.

At this time, in the continuous rolling of Yanshan's eyes, some people of the Qingque tribe ignored Yanshan's eyes and were busy in a place not too far from Yanshan.

After the trees were cut down and a wide barrier was cleared, last year's dead grass was set on fire, revealing the ashes of the burnt grass sprouts that had not been charred and had just emerged this year.

In this situation, Han Cheng, who watched it, couldn't help but recite a poem on the spot: "Leaving the grass on the plain, one year old and one withered." Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. ”

After reading it, Han Cheng was quite emotional.

Such a small poem that has been sung for thousands of years, if you come to ancient times, under this situation, you will be able to win the popularity of countless people, and maybe people will recommend themselves for pillows......

But now......

Looking at Bai Xuemei, who was looking at him in a daze and ignorance on the side, and the stone with the highest culture in the tribe except for himself, Han Cheng's feeling of not meeting the ancient poet and being born at the wrong time immediately had a very deep identity.

The stone touched his head and looked at the grass that had even been dug out and piled up there to bask in the sun, and he was very puzzled by the emotion that Miko had just had.

In such a situation, how can the spring breeze blow and give birth again?

After listening to the question, Han Cheng had a black line on his head, and he wanted to reach out and hit this guy's head twice.

However, thinking about what the stone said, Han Cheng actually felt that it was very reasonable.

Moreover, this place is about to be opened up into farmland in the tribe, if it is really 'the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows again', so much grass, can your tribe still plant it in this land?

Sure enough, the poetry and painting are not as suitable as this era.

Thinking like this, Han Cheng threw away the urge to read two more poems out of the clouds, and instead began to plow the grass roots with the rest of the people.

This is in the official development of the salt mountain settlement.

Because at present, for the Qingque tribe, food is the most important, and there is a time limit for planting food, and if you miss the time to plant it again, you will either reduce the yield or have no harvest, so when developing the Yanshan residential area, Han Cheng did not let people build a place to live first as before, but reclaimed the land first.

After the spring ploughing is over, the grain is planted, and the construction of the house begins.

In this way, the tribe will receive a lot of food.

Of course, that is, in Yanshan, if it is changed to the rest of the place, Han Cheng will definitely let people build the place where they live first, and then reclaim the land.

The reason why Yanshan is so special is because it is relatively close to the tribe.

The daily journey between the salt mountains and the tribe was a hassle, but it was well worth the hassle compared to the land that had been cleared before the agricultural season and the grain that would be harvested in the fall.

Han Cheng shaved the ground for a while, rested with the handlebar, and gently pounded his waist with his hand while resting, with a hint of bitterness mixed with a cheap smile on his face.

Sure enough, as a non-professional, some poses that are too difficult to try are not easy to try.

After beating his waist for a while, Han Cheng glanced at Bai Xue, who seemed to be full of energy next to him, and couldn't help but sigh again.

The saying that there are only tired cattle and no ploughed land is not false at all.

It's better to talk about cooked land, raw land that has never been plowed, and it is even more tiring to plow.

Now, for example, you only need to look at the grass roots, tree roots, and large and small stones that have been cut out to know how tiring it is to cultivate raw land.

Moreover, because the ploughs in the tribe were cast in bronze, they were far less sturdy than the plows of later generations, and the donkeys that pulled the ploughs were not as strong as oxen, four-wheeled or small jumpers, so when it came to cultivating the land, it was only up to people.

This makes it even more tiring.

It hasn't been cultivated for a long time, and Han Dashenzi, who has a faint backache, is tired from sweating from this wasteland.

Sure enough, the pastoral life is still sitting on the ridge under the shade of the trees, with a pu fan in his hand, and a pot of herbal tea at his feet to watch others work in the fields.

When Han Dashenzi continued to sigh that it was not easy to cultivate the fields, and when the land was reclaimed on a large scale in three places of the Qingque tribe and prepared for spring ploughing, the Blackstone tribe who returned to the tribe with those tribes and the spoils of war also ushered in a feast at this time.

Although this kind of feast of theirs is not much worse than the feast of the Qingque tribe, it is still enough for these people to be happy.

The leader of the grass tribe is very happy now, not only that the evil Blackstone tribe, who only knew about asking for food from them in the past, actually generously took out some food for them to eat this time, but more importantly, just now, the leader of the evil Blackstone tribe made a decision to divide the population from this plunder to these tribes who went to war.

Such a good thing that he had never thought of before suddenly fell on his head, how could the leader of the grass tribe not be happy?

You must know that when the Blackstone tribe attacked the tribe where the bark was located this time, because she wittily let the people in the tribe block her in front of her with the bark, so on this trip, only two of the people in the tribe had some injuries on their bodies.

This injury was not as severe as it had been in the past, when they were hunting.

In the case that his own tribe has not attrition, the Blackstone tribe will distribute some people to his own tribe, and the population of his own tribe will be able to increase all of a sudden.

Even if you are not an adult, it is more cost-effective to take it back and raise it than to give birth to one and then slowly raise it.

And now it's spring, and as the temperature warms day by day, food will become more and more accessible, and the tribe will be able to feed them.

Thinking about these things beautifully in his heart, the more he thought about it, the happier he became, and when he looked at the leader of the Blackstone tribe again, he suddenly felt that this guy was not as frightening and disgusting as before.

After a banquet where the bark didn't look very rich, or even shabby, the bark of the Blackstone tribe and these damn guys, who were still in their hearts, suddenly became panicked.

Because these people are roughly dividing the people of their tribe.

Divide into small handfuls and give them to those who are clearly not a tribe.

The bark of the tree, who was anxious and then roaring angrily, was beaten and immediately shut up, just looked at the frightened bodies trembling with reddened eyes, and kept looking back at him, the people with a look of longing on their faces.

It's just that the leader, who seemed to be omnipotent in the past, can only watch them go away in silence now.

Bark's hands clenched tightly, and his eyes were red.

As these clansmen moved away, his heart became a little indescribably empty.

Before, he still thought that when the time came, he would take the people of the tribe to kill some people from this evil tribe and run out.

With his skills in making bows and arrows and archery, as well as fish pots and the skills of making improvised walls, he can basically survive as long as he leads the people of the tribe to run farther.

But now, most of the people of his tribe have been divided by the evil tribes that attacked his tribe.

Not even half of the people who stayed with him in this tribe, and many of them were still minors, so how could he lead them to rebel against this evil tribe?

The leader of the Blackstone tribe was smiling happily, he was pleased with his wit.

Sending these plundered populations to those who fought with him was the result of his renewed use of wisdom.

Looking at the tribes who were so happy that they had been allocated to the population, the leader of the Blackstone tribe couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his heart became more and more proud.

Do these guys really think they're giving these people to them for their own good?

The only way to give them is to get more food, so that the tribes can hand over more food to their tribes in the future.

Moreover, if these people are not separated, then these people will need to eat in their own tribe, so the consumption will be great.

How can there be peace of mind like now, directly distributing most of the people to them?

The leader of the Blackstone tribe looked at the Blackstone weapons around him, and his heart was very happy.

Since the tribe had these Blackstone weapons, not only did life in the tribe get better, but even he himself became wiser.

Always be able to think of appropriate solutions to some of the problems encountered by your tribe.

The leader of the Blackstone tribe didn't know about his actions, and invisibly dissolved the idea of the bark taking the opportunity to give their tribe a lesson, if he knew, he was afraid that he would be even more intoxicated by his wisdom.

“#￥%D……”

The leader of the Blackstone tribe asked the bark to untie the rope on the bark, then took the bark's bow, brought a few arrows and handed them to the bark, and then pointed to a tree not too far from the cave, and said with a whimper.

Although they didn't speak much of each other, Bark basically understood what this guy meant.

After being let go, he regained the bark of his bow and arrow, and wanted to shoot this damned leader to death with the bow and arrow in his hand.

Just looking at the people around him with sharp blackstone weapons and looking at him with wary faces, and then looking at the few people in his own tribe around him, Bark still gave up on this idea.

He took out an arrow and put it on the bowstring, then drew the bow, aimed at the tree, and as soon as he loosened his finger, the feathered arrow shot out, nailing it far away to the trunk with a 'tuk' sound.

Although it was not the first time that he had seen a bow and arrow, seeing that the bark of the tree could actually hit the tree at such a distance, the leader of the Blackstone tribe and the rest of the people of the Blackstone tribe couldn't help but be surprised.

Seeing them surprised, Bark couldn't help but feel a little proud, after all, this bow and arrow was the thing he was most proud of.

Except for the man of the Blue Sparrow tribe who was extremely accurate in archery, Bark felt that the rest of the people could not compare to him.

The surprise of the leader of the Blackstone tribe only lasted for a moment, because then he realized that it was different from before, and now this kind of good thing, along with this person, had become their tribe's.

He reached out from the bark's hand and took the bow away in a strong gesture.

Seeing that the bark was looking at him angrily, he kicked it directly.

Seeing that the bark lowered his head, he retracted his foot with satisfaction.

Then he took an arrow, followed the example of the bark just now, and put it awkwardly on the bow, and then pulled it apart awkwardly, and also aimed at the trunk.

Then, as soon as the handle was released, the arrow did not know where it had flown to.

Aware of this, the bark couldn't help but let out a sneer, and then took another beating.

After the leader of the Blackstone tribe had beaten him, he handed the bow in his hand to the bark again, pointed at the tree in the distance, and let the bark continue to shoot.

The bark originally wanted to resist, but after seeing the hand raised by the leader of the Blackstone tribe, he immediately stopped resisting.

After the bark arrow was fired, the leader of the Blackstone tribe snatched the bow and arrow from the bark hand again, and once again pulled the bow and tried to shoot the arrow......

In the distance, the leader of the Grass Tribe took the people of the Grass Tribe, as well as the two adults and two minors who had been assigned to the tribe that had been away for a long time.

On the way back, looking at these extra people, the joy of the leader of the grass tribe could not be concealed no matter what.

It doesn't seem like a bad thing to follow the evil Blackstone tribe to attack other tribes now......

The leaders of the Grass Tribe are not the only people who have similar thoughts, most of the tribes who followed the Blackstone Tribe to attack the tribe where the bark is located this time have similar thoughts after getting benefits that they didn't expect before......

The two big and small people of the Bark tribe followed the people of the Grass tribe to strange places.

Far from the place where they used to live, away from the valiant chieftain, away from the rest of the tribe, they were always in fear, and they no longer had the courage to hold a bow and arrow against a strong enemy......