In the camp of the Froststone Tribe, tobacco has always been used to treat diseases and is used for tribal sacrifices. The shaman Minni has always been responsible for taking care of it.
Minnie was a little surprised when she heard that Todd wanted to get all the stored tobacco leaves.
In her opinion, apart from being used as medicine and incense, this kind of pungent and spicy dry grass leaves are only used by a few people as a refreshing snack, so they are rarely used. But the other party still agreed to Todd's request
Asked and promised to donate all the tobacco to him.
Todd followed Minnie to the forest outside the camp. Surrounded by flowers and shrubs, he saw a tangled tree root.
Minnie tapped the root of the tree with her cane. The seemingly sturdy plant suddenly sank downwards, revealing a small hole that could only be passed by one person.
With a look of surprise on his face, Todd bent down and got into the cave, only to discover that the cave was connected to a naturally formed underground cave, which was a different world.
Minnie walked forward for almost twenty meters, and the wind in the cave became stronger and stronger. Finally, she led Todd to a wide stone platform.
There are many shelves made of wooden branches on the stone platform, and they are full of dried tobacco.
Todd looked at the shelf and didn't come back to his senses for a while: "So many?!"
The old shaman Minni smiled mysteriously and pointed at the gap under the stone platform.
Todd knelt down, looked intently, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Under the stone platform, there are more than twenty well-sealed earthen jars.
"Is everything here...?"
Minnie nodded: "Although many people don't like these bitter leaves, after they are dried, they have miraculous effects on pain relief and refreshing. In the years I have been in Frost Stone, I have not had any hobbies. The only thing I like to do is
Collect bitter leaves from different years.”
Todd rubbed his hands excitedly and said happily: "You have done me a big favor! I originally thought that the inventory of this kind of leaf in the tribe was very small, and it would take another year to plant it to achieve mass production... Look at it this way
Get up, the snus production line can start construction directly!"
"Snuff?" Minnie sounded very interested in this new thing: "It sounds like something you suck with your nose."
"That's right, process these tobacco leaves into powder, add some attachments, and you can smoke them directly through your nose." At this point, Todd turned his attention to the old shaman: "Minnie, I plan to let you be in charge.
How about making snuff?"
"Me?" The old woman sounded quite surprised: "I am the shaman of the tribe. It is better to let young people do this kind of thing."
Todd shook his head and said: "Because you are the shaman of the tribe, no one is more suitable for this position than you in the research of plants and herbal medicines. Don't worry, although I can't remember all the recipes for making snus, there are some basic ones.
You still know the production process, which will help you complete the snus trial as soon as possible."
Minnie still looked a little hesitant.
"After the snuff is made, I allow you to withdraw your share for your own use first!"
After listening to Todd's words, a smile appeared on Minnie's wrinkled face for the first time.
After deciding on the candidate for the supervisor of snuff production, Todd returned to the camp in a particularly comfortable mood, planning to take some time to see the camp's defense facilities.
Before he could take a few steps, a quarrel attracted his attention.
Two people who looked like tribal leaders, with warriors from their respective tribes, stood clearly on both sides, facing each other.
"You greedy bastards! I told you that the grassland east of Broken Wood Stone is our tribe's grazing territory!" A tall, thin tribe leader walked towards another short, fat man.
The leader shouted.
Another person was not to be outdone: "Despicable guy! What you say is as smelly as your farts! Why do you say that only you are allowed to graze on that grassland?!"
"There are five warriors in my tribe who participated in the battle to defend Frost Stone. Two of them lost their lives because of this battle! In terms of merit, we should naturally enjoy the grazing rights on that land!"
The tall and thin leader patted his chest and said proudly.
Another person immediately expressed his objection: "Our tribe followed Fried, braved the biting cold wind, traveled across the mountains and ridges, and transported countless weapons and armor from the far south. Our tribe lost four sleds and another
Seven people died! How dare you compete with me here?!"
The quarrel between the two tribes quickly escalated into pushing and shoving, and finally turned into a fight.
Fortunately, Casper arrived in time with the soldiers who maintained order, separated the two tribes, and prevented an internal strife that might expand.
Todd, who had watched the story from beginning to end, was full of questions and found Ackerman, who was busy distributing supplies in the camp, and asked him about the situation of the tribal conflict.
When it comes to this matter, Ackerman has a lot of bitterness to pour out.
"Boss! You don't know how difficult these tribal leaders are!" Ackerman pointed to the piles of supplies and sighed: "During a war, this group of people can still unite as one when facing the enemy.
But once the enemy retreated, they began to seek benefits for their respective tribes."
Ackerman twirled his fingers and counted them in detail: "Equipment, water sources, pasture and even the order of seating can all become reasons for fighting between tribes."
After listening to Ackerman's complaint, a worried Todd returned to the small building.
Rachel, who was instructing the barbarians to repair the holes in the wall, saw Todd's expression when he returned, said a few words to Deirdre, walked up to the second floor, and waited quietly at the stairs.
After a while, Todd walked up the stairs and saw Rachel who was very restful. He smiled bitterly and said, "You should have guessed what I wanted to say..."
"Now you should know that what I said is not a lie, right?" Rachel gently moved her hair and said expressionlessly: "The situation of the Froststone Tribe is far more complicated than that of Muxi City."
Rachel walked into the bedroom on the second floor, poured herself and Todd a cup of snake fruit tea, and pointed out the key to the matter: "The biggest problem in Froststone Camp right now is that these tribes have no concept of a country at all.
"
"In the eyes of the leaders of those tribes, the relationship between them is cooperation and alliance. Even with you as the nominal leader, they will still put the interests of their tribe first." Rachel said lightly.
Taking a sip of snake fruit tea: "When foreign enemies invade, they may still be able to fight side by side, but once the pressure from the outside world disappears, there will be endless quarrels over the competition for the spoils."
Todd sat across from Rachel: "This may be the reason why the southern barbarians have not had a country for thousands of years."
Rachel put down the tea cup and nodded while adding: "The southern barbarians follow the teachings of the gods. There are few unrelenting iron-blooded methods between tribes. This is why it is difficult for a founder of the country to appear among the barbarians.
reasons."
Todd then asked: "According to you, if you want to integrate these tribes into a country, you must use iron-blooded and high-pressure methods?"
Rachel gently drew a circle on the rim of the cup with her finger: "The founding king of Ulster used the hatred between several tribes to instigate them to kill each other, and through a false peace negotiation, the people who came to participate were
All the leaders of the tribe were massacred, and finally the tribal system was completely destroyed, and the establishment of the country was completed."
Todd shook his head slightly and said: "I have read the history you mentioned, but the premise is that the Ulster tribe at that time was already the most powerful force in the north. The monarch could completely ignore the external enemies and achieve strangulation through internal friction.
The purpose of the tribal leader. But don’t forget, things are different here in Froststone Camp. We still have two powerful enemies, Ulster and Connaught. If there is internal friction at this time, although the tribe may eventually be wiped out and a kingdom established,
But it will also give our enemies an opportunity to take advantage."
Rachel pretended to listen attentively: "If the iron-blood method fails to work, how can we integrate so many tribes into one country?"
Todd raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and said slowly: "Let me think about it, let me think about it."
Rachel picked up the tea cup again, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said casually: "I heard that those barbarians call you demigod..."
Todd explained: "Yes, this title comes from the legend of the North. It is said that those humans who can transform into giant war beasts are the children of gods and mortals...wait a minute, demigods...?"
Rachel glanced at Todd and said nothing.
Todd stood up, walked around the room twice, and finally said hesitantly to Rachel: "I thought of a way, but it's a bit..."
The latter laughed: "When you first established the Muxi Knights, you were revered as the Holy Son by believers. It stands to reason that you should be very experienced in the path of the Holy Spirit appearing in the world. Why are you hesitant now?
"
Todd was a little embarrassed: "It seems you have thought of it a long time ago."
"Not only have I long ago thought of using the method of descending from the gods to integrate all the tribes and establish a barbarian kingdom." Rachel straightened up with a slight smile on her lips: "I have also found an assistant early to help you build the descending of the gods.