Chapter 445: Peeping into the grassroots of the secrets of the Teng Snake Tribe
In snowy weather, Cao Gen didn't want to go out. Not to mention the rest, just the time last winter when he and several tribesmen braved the cold to look for food outside, that left an impression on him.
It's profound.
The frostbite on his body and face still have marks to this day.
Of course, most things will not go according to his ideas, because whether it is in the original tribe or the current more powerful tribe, his words are basically not very effective.
The next day, he walked out of the cave and walked towards the distance through the snow that reached his ankles.
They first want to go to that place to find some grass that the one-horned monster likes to eat, and then head all the way towards the large tribe far away.
It takes a long time to travel back and forth.
Just thinking about this matter, the grassroots are full of reluctance.
But he still walked with great vigor following the large group.
At the same time, I was also prepared to have my hands, feet, and face frozen to pieces.
But this time his hands and feet were not frozen open, because the second leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe who was traveling with him dug up some white things for him, which were obtained by witches praying to the gods.
Apply this thing on the exposed skin, and it will no longer be cut by the cold wind...
While the people from the Soaring Snake tribe who were traveling with them smeared this magical thing on their hands and faces, and couldn't help praising the greatness of the witches and the love of the gods, Cao Gen felt a little suspicious in his heart.
Because he realized that he seemed to have seen this thing before.
In the past, the tribe used clay pots to cook broth and drink it. When the broth cooled, sometimes there would be a layer of white stuff on it.
It looks very similar to what he is applying now.
He took a little and put it in his mouth. It was smooth and tasted very similar.
Cao Gen was extremely puzzled. Why was the thing that the shaman prayed to the gods so similar to the things his tribe used to cook in clay pots?
After such doubts persisted in his mind for a long time, he finally suppressed them.
Because there is a gulf-like gap between what is cooked in a clay pot and what a shaman can pray to the gods.
How can these two things be the same?
With this thought in mind, the second leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe led them to dig through the snow to find the grass that the one-horned monster liked to eat, and then headed towards the big tribe.
This year’s wait-and-see approach ends here.
One is because the food they stored in the grassroots tribe is not enough for them to spend the winter here, and the other is that the tribe has the habit of gathering together to spend the winter.
If the food of the big tribe is not enough, they will follow the witch's arrangement and lead people to attack the tribe they discovered before...
The day after Cao Gen returned to the tribe with the second leader of the Soaring Snake Tribe, he returned to the snow again.
There were many people standing in the snow with him.
It's not that they want to attack other tribes, but that the shamans in the tribe want to once again pray to the gods once a year for something very useful and helpful to the tribe.
I have never experienced this before, and I feel full of awe and respect for it.
This is communicating with God!
And that kind of white color, something given by God, is really very useful.
This kind of waiting continued until the sky was about to darken. After a whole day of praying to the gods, the blocked cave was opened from the inside and allowed them to enter.
While the rest of the people were looking at the white things in their skulls that were gifts from the gods, most of Cao Gen's attention was focused on the unpleasant smell permeating the things.
This smell is familiar. It's similar to the smell of burnt barbecue.
While thinking like this, the layer of oil that appeared on the cold broth appeared in his mind again, making his heart tremble...
Under the flickering of the bonfire, the shamans of the Soaring Snake tribe pretended to be extremely tired and mysterious, accepting the praise and worship of everyone...
The north wind blows over the high walls and stirs up some snow foam, filling the world with cold.
Even if it is not enough, its power can only be displayed outside, but inside the house, it will not be affected by them.
Because the weather is cold, there is more water vapor in the bathhouse, and it is a vast expanse of white, which seems real and illusory, like a dream, and like a fairyland.
Han Cheng liked this scene the most, especially with the slippery little daughter-in-law Bai Xuemei beside him.
Two people of the opposite sex bathe together naked, and they are always very clean, from the inside to the outside, as clean as the outside.
It turns out that taking a bath is a very tiring task. He came out of the bathhouse with the red-cheeked Bai Xuemei, returned to the room, and lay down on the kang. Han Cheng soon fell into a dream.
On the other hand, Bai Xuemei, with red cheeks, looked in good spirits.
When Han Cheng woke up from his sleep, the outside was still as dark as before he went to sleep.
It was quiet in the house, and there was no sound in the courtyard. For a moment, I couldn't tell what time it was.
After being dazed like this for a while, he looked at the Kang and saw no figure of Bai Xuemei. Han Cheng couldn't help but shake his head and smile. This little daughter-in-law was so diligent. She knew it without asking and went to weave again.
After thinking like this for a while, Han Cheng's mind fell on the Green Tribe again.
According to his budget, the Green Tribe should have reached the point where it can no longer withstand it. Why hasn’t this time arrived yet?
Could it be that something unexpected happened again?
With such random thoughts in my mind, what I was originally sure of became a little uncertain at this time.
While he was thinking about it endlessly, the leader of the Green Tribe was leading the people in the tribe, walking through the snow, shaking themselves up, and heading towards the Qingque Tribe.
Of course, they were in good health. On the one hand, it was because they lacked food in their bellies. On the other hand, their tribe had no extra fur at all. They were all sent to that kind tribe to exchange for salt.
Apart from what each person is wrapped in, there is nothing extra.
In order to exchange for more salt, some of the animal skins that some people had wrapped in previous years were even used in exchange for salt.
The leader of the Green Tribe put his hands numb from the cold to his mouth and breathed. He looked back at the frozen tribesmen behind him who had blue faces and black lips, and fell into trouble again.
I shouldn’t have exchanged the salt for the last time!
Of course, there is no use thinking about this at this time. It is better to think about how to borrow food from the wealthy tribe.
Borrowing food from that wealthy tribe was the only way the leader of the green tribe could think of to solve the current predicament.
Fortunately, the neighboring tribe was wealthy, otherwise, he would not have had the courage to do so.
After all, food is very important to every tribe, especially in winter.
The leader of the Green Tribe was very uneasy, worried that the trip would fail and that the people from that tribe would not lend them food.
However, this kind of anxiety suddenly disappeared a lot when I thought of the kind and generous Son of God.
