Early the next morning, when it was just dawn, the donkey tribe's closed cave entrance was opened.
The four leaders of the Soaring Snake Tribe came out with the people from the Soaring Snake Tribe.
Yesterday's good food, drink, and sleep made all their fatigue disappear, and they became particularly energetic at this time.
They took weapons and set off in high spirits.
Walking with them were two men from the Donkey Tribe who did not run away after being injured.
Two men from the Donkey Tribe and a man from the Teng Snake Tribe led the way, heading straight in one direction, which was the Qingque Tribe.
“&￥#!”
The four leaders of the Tengshe tribe thought the two men from the Donkey tribe were walking too slowly, so they walked past them only a few feet.
He couldn't wait to go to that tribe and snatch all the precious pottery and salt, but these two people were lingering like this.
The two donkey tribesmen, who were filled with fear, could only endure the pain on their bodies and speed up to lead these ferocious people to the wealthy tribe.
The mood of the four leaders of the Soaring Snake Tribe became happy again.
He originally thought that the matter about pottery and salt would be like this, but unexpectedly, he asked other news from these people.
Because of the different languages, he basically couldn't understand what these people said, but one thing he understood very well was that the salt and pottery this tribe owned were obtained from another tribe.
So he set off with his people early this morning. He was going to conquer the tribe that owned salt and pottery.
Take away all the salt and pottery from that tribe. After bringing it back to the tribe, he will definitely be greatly appreciated by the witch.
As for whether that tribe is difficult to conquer and whether it is very powerful, these four leaders of the Soaring Snake Tribe did not consider it at all.
From the time he can remember until now, he has never seen a tribe more powerful than the Soaring Snake Tribe.
There is no tribe that the Soaring Snake tribe cannot defeat.
No matter which tribe owns the pottery and salt, it doesn't matter to him, because he will break it and take away the salt and pottery.
While thinking so ambitiously, he deliberately ignored the tribe that had caused him great losses.
That tribe was just an accident. There are many tribes on this land. It can't be such a coincidence that they have weird caves and also have precious pottery and salt...
The sun was shining down, and in an open space among the woods, the leader of the donkey tribe and eight other members of the donkey tribe were sitting here slumped.
Most of them were injured, injured, frightened, tired... All kinds of things piled on them, making them extremely depressed.
The leader of the donkey tribe was sitting on a tree, looking at the ground with blank eyes.
Everything that happened suddenly from yesterday to now made him feel confused.
His tribe was destroyed in this way. He and his people worked hard for so long, and finally made the tribe prosperous. Seeing that the tribe was getting better and better day by day...
However, all of this was destroyed.
All these things are like a dream, a dream that people don't want to touch.
The lively child was stabbed and slowly bleeding to the ground. Familiar people in the tribe fell to the ground, their eyes lost color. Everyone screamed in panic and despair, leaving behind four injured tribesmen who were blocking the enemy...
All of this was constantly swirling in his mind, causing his emotions to fluctuate greatly.
Go back and fight for those evil people, kill them, and rescue the living tribesmen.
Such thoughts appeared in his mind more than once, and even several times he took the remaining people back a certain distance, but in the end, he still led them to sit down dejectedly, as if they were in trouble.
All the energy was drained away.
Because he knew that even if he went back, it would be useless. They were no match for that tribe.
So many tribesmen have died. If they return to the past, there will be no results except that the last people in the tribe will also be buried together.
Time passed slowly like this, and the sun gradually set towards the west. The leader of the donkey tribe, whose arms were swollen and no longer bleeding, stood up from the ground suddenly after being silent for a while.
A feeling of weakness suddenly came over him, making him sway.
"@ER%!"
He ignored this and shouted loudly at the other eight people.
The eyes of the eight equally silent members of the Donkey Tribe gradually gained color. They stood up from the ground and followed the leader, walking as hard as they could regardless of their physical weakness.
They want to rush to that wealthy and powerful tribe, inform that powerful tribe of this matter, and implore them to avenge the people of their own tribe!
The previous hasty escape caused them to deviate from the road they usually took to get to that tribe, but it didn't matter. In the past few years, what they had done most was to rush.
Even if they deviate from the usual path, as long as they know the direction, they have the ability to reach that tribe.
After the idea of going to that wealthy and powerful tribe and seeking help from them came up, all of them were filled with strength.
Regardless of their physical weakness, they walked through this seemingly desolate place.
This thought is like the last straw...
The Qingque tribe was as peaceful as ever. The first round of millet was brought into the house, and the second round of millet was also taken advantage of the good weather.
Several rooms were filled with millet, which made everyone feel extra at ease. This meant that they had food in their hands and no panic in their hearts.
The last batch of autumn silkworms also spun cocoons the day before yesterday.
Some slightly larger cocoons were selected to be left behind, and they were turned into moths and left behind for the next generation. The rest of the cocoons were all taken away by Bai Xuemei, the silkworm breeder.
Instead of breaking open the silkworm cocoons, taking out the silkworm chrysalises, and frying them in large oil as in the past, they poured them all into a pottery vat of boiling water.
Bai Xuemei, who has mastered weaving with linen threads, wants to try weaving with silkworm cocoons because Brother Cheng said that after spinning the cocoons, the cloth weaved is better than linen.
In fact, she started trying this thing after the last batch of silkworm cocoons matured, but the effect was not good. It can be said that it failed completely.
Not looms, but silkworm cocoons.
These silkworm cocoons were placed here, and before she could draw the silk, moths came out of them.
With a torn cocoon, the silk would break as soon as it was pulled out, which made her very distressed.
It even made her uncomfortable that her belly was not bigger than her belly at that time.
It wasn't until I asked Brother Cheng that this troublesome matter was solved...
The water in the pottery jar boiled, and the silkworm cocoons floating in it kept rolling with the boiling water.
The pupa inside the cocoon is boiled to death and will never turn into a moth, so the cocoon will not break.
