Fortunately, Yang and Lian are not stupid people, so they learned it easily.
"It's my turn! It's my turn! A six!"
Siam looked excited and liked this game very much.
"Four five."
Yang still had a solemn expression on his face.
He Chen was stunned: "I can't afford it."
Neither was Kama, but that didn't stop him from looking at Yang expectantly.
Yangmu does not squint: "One three."
Siam immediately shouted: "One four!!"
He Chen also accepted the card.
Yang: "Four Nines."
The eyes above the mask looked at Yang expectantly.
He Chen looked at it and saw that Yang only had three cards left, so he had no choice but to play.
"Four k."
Yang's face was solemn: "Wang Zha."
He Chen was sluggish.
Damn it, he thought that Yang's solemn face meant that he was a bad player, and thought that Lian's happy face meant that his cards were good. Who knows, it was a bad group of cards. Who knows why Lian was so excited.
"Come on, come on, come on."
When Lian You was addicted, Yang Ye directly handed over the cards: "The things Chen Zaizi made are really fun."
He Chen chuckled.
This is still not gambling. If you are gambling, I guarantee you will be addicted immediately.
Men love eating, drinking and gambling.
So, the three of them sat cross-legged on the back of the violent salamander and played cards while shouting.
…
The sun sets in the west.
The grassland is still endless. I don’t know how many days it will take to cross this prairie.
He Chen immediately ordered to settle down and rest.
The physical fitness of the tribal people is very good. As long as it doesn't rain or something, they can just lie down and fall asleep without catching a cold.
Some people went out hunting, and among the prey they hunted was Kentero. He Chen's mouth was watering.
"Yes, give me that leg and I will teach you how to play poker."
He Chen pointed at a strong and thick thigh of Kentero.
He can't finish it, but he can share it with others.
Now the people in the large army are not very tired, and they gather together in small groups to eat barbecue.
He Chen also discovered the problem.
Each tribe only gathers with the people of its own tribe and does not care about the people of other tribes.
This is not a good sign.
"Um……"
He Chen was eating roast beef and thinking about how to make it.
Reorganize!
Like the previous Great Wilderness Tribe War Department, break up the people of each tribe and set up captains and squad leaders.
He Chen, on the other hand, acted as the commander-in-chief and led the entire army.
After traveling north for a few months, everyone will get used to their fellow tribesmen and will downplay their identity as members of a certain tribe.
This is exactly what He Chen hopes.
What he likes most is to take over all the tribes without losing any blood, and then form a large country to speed up the process of world civilization.
As for what means to use, He Chen didn't care.
The grudges and grudges of the older generation do not concern him, as long as he does what is in his heart.
"Yes, it's reorganization."
He Chen revealed the danger of Lao Yinbi. Gen next to him shuddered inexplicably and tightened the animal skin on his body.
"Everyone, I have something to say!"
He Chen's voice spread throughout the camp.
Some elves have gone out to hunt, but a few are still there, staring at them with pairs of eyes.
"I am a shaman from the Great Wilderness Kingdom. You can regard me as a shaman from the Great Wilderness Tribe, Chen."
Although everyone knew him, He Chen still introduced him.
"In our wilderness tribe, some people are responsible for hunting, some are responsible for barbecue, and some are responsible for collecting firewood..."
"Hunters are divided into small teams, and each team has different monster partners, such as a combination of water monsters, fire monsters and grass monsters."
"I think that although everyone in our coalition is very powerful, it is too chaotic. Therefore, I need to reorganize the coalition now!"
He Chen was straightforward.
Yang looked at He Chen in surprise.
He Chen didn't discuss this matter with them. There were some people here, similar to those who were in charge of managing their own tribes.
But now He Chen is the initiator and the person in charge, so they don't have much opinion.
And it is true that division of labor and cooperation are more efficient.
They didn't think as deeply as He Chen did.
"Who are your Warcraft partners?"
He Chen asked questions one by one, and then divided them one by one.
"Mount goat."
"Mount goat."
"Me too."
He Chen nodded.
They asked questions one by one, then divided all the tribes into groups, and finally divided them into large groups and small groups, and selected the corresponding group captains.
"From now on, each team can only eat with its own teammates. The fixed team will go hunting every day, and the fixed team will barbecue by themselves."
Some dumber people couldn't understand what He Chen was doing and remained motionless.
But He Chen naturally selected him and watched the more clever captain or squad leader convey the meaning.
Everyone gradually understood what He Chen meant, and then they all marveled at He Chen's wisdom.
"That's awesome!"
"What's wrong with Chen Wu's brain?"
"Don't tell me, Chen Wu looks very smart."
A bunch of people were talking and the camp immediately became noisy.
He Chen stopped talking, but waited for everyone to finish sharing, then returned to the previous place and sat down to eat the Kentero beef.
The meat of Kentero is inherently strong. After being roasted until golden and crispy, and then left to dry for a while, it becomes tender and crispy, chewy and delicious.
It's a pity that there is no salt and other seasonings. Otherwise, He Chen could eat a whole leg.
"I'll take you to the wilderness another day. We have a lot of ways to eat meat there."
He Chen looked at Yang Helian with memories on his face.
"Meat? Eat?"
Sure enough, the lethality of these two things in prehistory was huge.
When Lian was eating, he turned around and took off his mask so that no one could see his face. After hearing He Chen's words, he put on the mask and turned around.
Yang's eyes suddenly brightened up.
Eating is the most important thing in this era. The rough tongues of primitive people are not very sensitive to taste, but it does not mean that they do not like to eat delicious food.
“For example, roll the Kentaro beef in a stone pot, melt the Kentaro butter on the heated stone pot, and then put the sliced Kentaro beef on top while the oil is hot and cold...”
"There is also called Hua Bobo Chicken. The fat Bobo chicken is cleaned and hairless, wrapped in lotus leaves, wrapped in a layer of clay, and grilled in a fire pit. The fragrance is overflowing, the meat is rich in juice, and the meat is tender.
…”
"Another example is my favorite anglerfish belly. The pure white belly is the most delicious when stewed in a pot of anglerfish soup..."
As He Chen was talking, he felt that the barbecue in his hand suddenly lost its aroma.
Yang and Lian also had yearning expressions on their faces, and saliva was literally leaving the corners of their mouths.
Their poor brains really can't imagine what kind of delicious food it is.
"Suck."
Sickle wiped the wetness on his mask, turned around and tore into the roasted meat, as if the roasted meat was the delicacies He Chen mentioned.
Yang was stunned, and suddenly his eyes were firm: "Let's go kill those intruders quickly, and then you take me back to the wilderness to eat meat!"