The north wind howls from a distant place, bringing with it a biting chill.
Everything shivered, and the bare branches whimpered helplessly, but they still escaped the clutches of the cold wind of the tribe.
The weather suddenly turned cold, but the houses were not completely built. Long Legs and others could only brave the cold, endure the pain of being cut by a knife, and continue to fight to build the house they lived in as soon as possible.
In this way, all of them would not have to suffer from the cold.
The cold wind blows on the face and hands, and the frozen skin hurts. If this trend continues, it won't be long before the exposed skin will be cut open by the cold wind.
It was under such circumstances that Longlegs and the others, who had long forgotten about the Soaring Snake Tribe, thought of that tribe again.
I thought of the witch who had long been turned into ashes, and after being immersed in a manure pit for a month or two, he was raised to the ground again.
At this time in previous years, shamans have almost begun to pray to the gods for that white thing.
Now that the witch is dead, and that magical white thing is gone, this winter will be a bit difficult.
Long Legs and the others thought like this, but they had no choice. All they could do was speed up the work as quickly as possible. If they finished the house earlier, they would be less likely to suffer from the cold, and their hands and faces would also be less cold.
Some holes were cut by the wind.
"come over!"
Just when they bowed their heads to reality and prepared to resist the cold wind with patience, several people walked out of the courtyard.
The leader, carrying a clay pot in his hand, came over and greeted Long Legs and the others.
After a month or two, after being indoctrinated by the Qingque tribe's cramming professors, these slaves were able to understand some simple Mandarin and speak some.
Long Legs touched his head curiously, not knowing what he was doing.
It seemed that it wasn't time to eat yet, and they only brought a clay pot, which was not enough for everyone.
With curiosity and confusion in their hearts, Long Legs and the rest of the people stopped what they were doing and followed his words to surround him.
"Hiss~!"
After seeing clearly what was inside the jar, everyone, including Long Legs, couldn't help but take a breath and became extremely shocked.
This kind of tribe actually has this kind of white thing?
And he proposed so much at once?
This kind of shock, to Longlegs and the others, is no less than the news of Wu's death.
In their consciousness, this kind of thing is extremely precious and mysterious, because it is a gift from God!
After praying to the gods every year, witches would become extremely tired and it would take a day or two to recover.
This kind of thing is extremely precious in their tribe. When going out, only the leader can carry it and keep it. It is still a rare and extremely precious thing.
But now, this thing that they thought was unique to the Soaring Snake Tribe and would never be seen again, actually appeared before their eyes.
And so many of them appeared at once!
And the person carrying it was not the leader of the tribe, but a very ordinary person.
God can only give such precious things too much, right?
Shouldn't such a precious thing be treated with great care and extreme treasure?
How is this...?
Looking at the person who put down the jar, casually reached out and scooped out a bunch of precious stuff, rubbed it with his hands and applied it on his face to show them, Long Legs and the others were dumbstruck.
Too extravagant and wasteful!
Even the leader of the original tribe would not be willing to dig out so much of such a precious thing at once.
But the person in front of me, who was an ordinary person in the tribe, actually dug out so much at once without blinking an eye.
After Bottle finished his demonstration, he saw that these people were looking at him blankly, thinking that they did not understand. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and dug out some more, and continued to repeat the previous actions to demonstrate to them.
The eyes of Long Legs and others widened even more, this is too extravagant!
"Come here and wipe it."
After Bottle finished the demonstration, these people became even more stunned. After thinking about it, he decided not to continue the demonstration after all.
Instead, he reached out and pulled the person next to him, used his greasy hands to get some large oil, put it on the back of the person's hand, and motioned him to imitate his own way of applying it.
At this moment, Long Legs suddenly realized that his original tribe had witches and he could pray to the gods for blessings, but now this tribe also has witches.
Not only that, there is a Son of God who is a higher level than the witch.
In this case, it is not surprising that this tribe now has so many precious white things.
However, from the attitude towards these precious things, Long Legs could sense the huge gap between the shamans of his original tribe and the divine son of this tribe.
"Wipe it well, and then go to work quickly. This thing is made from meat. It is used to make soup. It is the most delicious..."
Bo Bo watched these slaves come forward and rub their hands with oil, and chanted loudly, regardless of whether they could understand it or not, anyway, he spoke very freely.
After these people were smeared with oil, Bottle and the others left, leaving behind shocked people. Among them, the one who was most shocked was the grass root with a crooked nose.
In terms of language, Cao Gen is very talented. Just as he quickly mastered the language of the Soaring Snake Tribe, during the time he came to the Qingque Tribe, Cao Gen's Mandarin level was much higher than that of the other slaves.
Come.
Bottle was talking to himself in ordinary words, and the others didn't understand it, but the grassroots did.
This precious thing is not obtained by praying to the gods, but is obtained from flesh?
He thought of some of the discoveries he had first made from the clay pot, combined with what the bottle had just said, he felt that he was in a daze.
So what happened to the original witch praying to the gods?
Could it be that the original witch has been lying to people all along?
"￥% Hurry up..."
Someone saw Cao Gen standing there in a daze, not working, and shouted with some dissatisfaction, urging him to work faster.
The dizzy Cao Gen told everyone what he had just heard from the bottle.
As soon as these words came out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.
This...how is this possible!
How come things given by gods come out of flesh?
But after remembering that every time the witches prayed to the gods, they would prepare a lot of meat to offer to the gods, and after the sacrifice, there would always be a smell of burnt meat lingering in the cave, they had to believe this statement...
Everyone in the original Tengshe tribe suddenly felt as if something was broken. The tall and mysterious image of the original tribe's shaman collapsed instantly.
It turns out he is such a witch!
This is the voice of all Tengshe tribe members after being shocked.
In the distance, on the white ground covered with manure, a small whirlwind suddenly arose, and then dissipated feebly.
I wonder if it was the shaman of the Soaring Snake Tribe who had turned to ashes. When he found out that his old place had been uncovered, he was so angry that he made his last roar...
