On the towering Yushan Mountain Range, deep in the jungle, a cottage is hidden in the middle, looming.

At a glance, the cottage is seen by the local indigenous people, and it is full of the rough style of the indigenous tribe, and the totems composed of various animal bones and even human bones are inserted in front of the doors of each family, so that the whole tribe adds a bit of deterrent power. From time to time, the indigenous people who come in and out from the gate of the cottage are silently telling everyone the fact that this is a very powerful tribe, and whether the population is prosperous or not is the only criterion for verifying whether a tribe is strong or not on Dayuan Island.

Today, a group of uninvited guests came to the cottage, and not long after one of them came, he asked the patriarch to call all the elders into the house and discuss the guests for a long time behind closed doors. The guests were actually no strangers, and the leader was the eldest son of the patriarch of the Zhuluo Mountain tribe, Wu Mao, who was more than a hundred miles away from their Yushan tribe. As the most powerful tribe in the square circle, the two tribes have had disputes from time to time over the years, but generally speaking, they have gotten along well, and there have been occasional intermarriages between tribesmen over the years.

"I said Wu Mao boy, you're kidding! Covering a radius of hundreds of miles from Yushan, how many tribes can be stronger than our two? Even our two families have a hard time feeding so many people, and you came to tell me today that there is a foreign tribe next to you, which can produce countless amounts of food in just one year, and can even feed our two tribes! A middle-aged man with a hideous face and a face full of horrific patterns sat in the middle of the room, and beneath him was a well-preserved black bear skin that was one foot wide.

"Patriarch Hanik, I've come all the way here, I don't dare to make such a big joke with you!" Wu Mao withstood the suspicious gazes of everyone in the room, and tried to be as sincere as possible.

"Then since there is such a good thing, why don't the people of your own tribe come to our Yushan to report the news?" Another gray-haired old man in the hall stood up and said the biggest suspicion.

"It's not that my father is unwilling to take action, it's that these days, due to the insidious schemes of this foreign tribe, most of the people at the bottom of the clan have gone to the Tanmen tribe to work in exchange for food. It is really difficult to let these people who have benefited and been bribed to do it now, and even some of the elders of our tribe do not agree with my father's proposal. In the face of the old man's question, Wu Mao was prepared.

"And my father and they knew that winter was approaching, and it was the time of the year when food was scarce, and this was the saddest day for us populous tribes. If the patriarch believes us, I can assure you that your tribe will never worry about food again, at least this year. By the way, in order to make your words believe us, Patriarch, my father has also prepared a portion of the food produced by this foreign tribe for all of you, so that everyone can see it. ”

Wu Mao brought in the sweet potatoes, potatoes and other things prepared outside the house, and a few bags full of hemp grains were laid out, and the natives present, except for Wu Mao, no one knew what the crops under them were, but they still believed what Wu Mao said.

It's also infuriating, these grains are all given to the patriarch of Biyong as gifts by Li Tianyang at the harvest season, if he knows that these gifts are used by Biyong to buy other tribes to deal with himself and others, I don't know how his heart should feel.

"If you say so, how can you ensure that we will not cause trouble for us by those who are not in your possession?" It seemed that the Harik patriarch of the Yushan tribe was moved and began to inquire about the specific situation.

Say not to be impressed, that's fake, on Dayuan Island, the fight between the major tribes is not all because of the lack of food, the victor can get a part of the territory and food source by conscripting each other, although the loser also loses the benefits, but also eliminated a part of the population through the battle, so that the pressure on the tribe has become less. Now that he knows of the existence of such a rich foreign tribe, whether it is true or not, Harik will be a little interested and find someone to go out and inquire.

"Patriarch Harik, rest assured, when I came, my father had already gathered all the clansmen outside the clan under the pretext of preparing for the harvest festival, and I am afraid that some clansmen have already begun to return to our cottage by now." Wu Mao talked about the abundance of Bengang in front of Harik: "Don't you know, the people in this Bengang tribe, everyone eats food every day, and everyone eats and drinks with an open stomach; The cloth they use is much more beautiful than the burlap we have woven ourselves and exchanged for other tribes, and it is soft and breathable when worn on the body; Even the salt they use is not the bitter coarse salt we are used to, but the snow-white refined salt, which has no bitter taste at all. ”

"Okay, okay, this is all what you said here, we haven't seen it, who knows if you are lying or not, we still have to think about it." Patriarch Harik interrupted Wu Mao's description, looked at Wu Mao calmly and said, as if he was not at all moved by what Wu Mao said.

"Patriarch Harik, my father also said that if Patriarch Harik is willing to send troops to deal with the Bengang tribe this time, we are willing to prepare the food needed for your attacking team!" By this time, Wu Mao was already at the end of his rope, and he could only explain the last killer move.

Harrick's eyes jumped, and then he regained his composure: "Nephew Wu Mao, you have come from afar, and it is estimated that the road has been hard, so after you have rested, we will come to discuss this matter!" ”

"Patriarch Harik......" Wu Mao still wanted to speak, but Harik unquestionably refused, and finally could only follow a native out of the patriarch's room.

As soon as Wu Mao left Patriarch Harik's room, the room, which had just been calm, suddenly became lively, and several elders exchanged words and ears regardless of their image, or shouted suggestions to Patriarch Harik.

"That's it!! After a while, I just wanted to know if this stupid port tribe in Wu Mao's mouth existed, and whether it was as rich as he said? ? Over the years, Harrick quieted the scene with a word.

"It shouldn't be fake, last time I took people out hunting, and I met the hunting team of the Zhuluo Mountain tribe, and the clothes on their bodies are indeed different, and the cloth is completely not what our tribes can produce." The leader of the hunting party of the tribe at the bottom stepped forward and told what he knew.

"I think it should be true, we rarely find other small tribes sneaking into our sphere of influence these days, which was simply not possible in previous years. In order to survive, these small tribes are like rats, who will sneak into our range in search of prey if they are not careful, even if we threaten to no avail. The leader of another hunting party also found some clues, and he said them with some uncertainty.

As for the rest, everyone didn't find much, although Li Tianyang and them have been in Dayuan for a year, but in fact, their influence and reputation are estimated to be no more than a hundred miles, and they are not as big as the actual territory of Zhuluo Mountain.

"Then let's go down and find a few good hands with neat hands and feet to investigate, according to this Wu Mao, our people will only be able to find out the situation in five days at most. After we find out the situation, we will see if the people of Zhuluo Mountain are deceiving us and making other plans. Harrick finally made his decision.

"Yes, Patriarch!!" The elders and leaders present left their seats one after another and returned to their posts.

(End of chapter)