The Qingque Tribe became lively, which was the result of representatives from each tribe arriving at the Qingque Tribe along with the outgoing Qingque Tribe trade team.
Some of these people have been to the Qingque Tribe before, such as the Bear Tribe who captured the national treasure and sent it to the Qingque Tribe.
There are even more people who have never been to Qingque tribe.
However, regardless of whether they had been here before or were coming to Qingque's tribe for the first time, all of them, without exception, looked as shocked as if they were in a dream.
Although some of them have already had a certain understanding of the wealth and power of the Qingque Tribe through the mouths of everyone in the trade team, and they have thought about what the Qingque Tribe looks like more than once.
However, after they arrived, they discovered that the wealth and power of the Qingque Tribe was beyond their imaginations.
Seeing the surprised expressions of these people, everyone in the Qingque Tribe felt very happy, especially when they thought of the many precious things that were hidden under the orders of the Son of God.
My own tribe has hidden some precious things, but the rest surprised these people who have never seen the world. How could they not feel happy?
At this time, everyone in the Qingque Tribe, looking at these surprised people, all showed a smile that the Son of God had specially told him to call a "humble smile", and they all looked like landlords and wealthy people.
After such a visual impact, followed by a delicious, free meal, the representatives sent by each tribe immediately felt the deep goodwill from the Qingque tribe.
After seeing how powerful and wealthy the Qingque Tribe was before, some of the worries that inevitably arose were eliminated as a result of this delicious and abundant food.
Although this tribe is powerful, they are still so kind and make people feel close to them.
Well, for foodies, the charm of food is so great.
After seeing the power of the Qingque tribe and feeling the deep kindness of the Qingque tribe, the next thing that needs to be done is to once again preach the evil and power of the semi-peasant tribe.
After arriving at the Qingque Tribe, Han Cheng could find more victims of the Sheep Tribe and accuse the semi-agricultural tribe of the crimes on the spot.
After eating and drinking, they watched this scene again. The people who came here were all outraged by the cruel and evil behavior of the semi-peasant tribe.
Han Dashenzi, who was standing aside, saw that the time had come and made his appearance. He looked at the representatives of each tribe and said: "The semi-peasant tribe is too evil. Now that they have hurt the sheep tribe, the next one they will hurt will be ours."
Which one.
With this evil tribe around, we will not be able to hunt and pick fruits in peace. The food we have worked so hard to obtain will be snatched away by them, and the people in our tribe will be killed by them..."
Han Cheng spoke unhappily because he needed to take care of the businessman who was dancing and translating at the same time.
Han Cheng also didn't know how much the trade commander's words had been translated and how much they had been distorted.
But judging from the reactions of the people around me, Mao Translator should be very good.
"So, we have to defeat them!"
After Han Cheng said the last sentence, he emphasized his tone and waved his fist vigorously to emphasize his determination.
After saying this, the guys from the Qingque tribe who had long thought about attacking the semi-peasant tribe were all excited.
"Beat them!"
"Beat them!"
After Han Cheng's words fell, militant Shang first imitated Han Cheng's example, waved his fists and howled.
His action immediately gave the rest of the passionate people an outlet to vent their excitement.
So, the rest of the people also imitated the sad look, waving their hands and shouting over and over again.
The tribal representatives who came looked at the appearance of everyone in the Qingque tribe, and they all looked surprised and uncertain.
However, after learning the meaning of the howling words from Mao, these people whose emotions had been fully aroused became excited one by one. They imitated the people of the Qingque tribe and waved their hands vigorously.
He used his fists and shouted in awkward Mandarin: "Beat them!"
'Crack!'
A tile on the roof fell down amidst the howls of the crowd, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.
Stone, who was waving his fists, blushing, and howling along with the crowd, looked down at the broken tile at his feet, then looked up at the roof, and quietly moved to one side...
As the person who writes the 'diary' for the Qingque tribe, gathering people from other tribes and holding an alliance meeting to discuss such a grand event as the evil semi-peasant tribe, the stone will naturally not be missed.
Not only will it not be missed, but it will also be written carefully.
In the process of writing, he also recorded the incident of tiles falling from the eaves.
Later, through later generations' singing and summarization, the idiom "sound shakes rubble" appeared...
After reaching out and pressing down five times in a row, the tribe became quiet. Looking at these people who were full of fighting spirit, Han Cheng actually felt a little proud deep in his heart. He was really a goddamn person.
What a genius at speaking!
In just a few words, the people in the tribe were brought out and the people in other tribes screamed in excitement. This damn thing is almost comparable to Brother Yunlong from the independent group!
“￥￥%……”
While Han Dashenzi was intoxicated, someone spoke, looking a little timid.
Han Cheng knew this person, he was one of the people who brought the pandas here.
With a smile on his face, Han Cheng motioned for Mao to translate. He wanted to know what this guy who was slow to respond meant what he said.
Of course, even without a translator, Han Cheng could basically guess what this guy meant, which was nothing more than praising himself for his wisdom and power.
"He said, if we go to attack semi-agricultural tribes now, what should we do with the food for the winter?"
Han Dashenzi, who had a humble and indifferent smile on his face, suddenly froze.
Is this really a good slap in the face?
In such an exciting time, if you don't think about how to bulldoze the semi-agricultural tribes, how can you still bring such a great disgrace to the scenery?
Will your conscience really not hurt if you do this?
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.
Han Cheng wanted to wave his hand and say something bold like "We will cover all your losses", but the words came to his lips and he still didn't say them out.
After all, there were quite a lot of tribes coming, as many as twenty-one, so the compensation for food would be a large amount.
It is easy to be generous to others, but it is painful to be generous to oneself.
Han Cheng felt that he must have been led astray by this guy Wu.
I remember that I was a generous person in the past, and the gangsters gave money to Xiao Mengchang generously, but now I would stutter for some food.
It has only been a few years since the primitive era, and it has become so clumsy.
As expected, those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.
Han Da Shen Zi thought about this and felt very sad.
"Then wait until the snow falls before attacking the evil semi-peasant tribe. When the time comes, ten strong men from each of your tribes will come to our tribe..."
