The third day on which the entire Muteng tribe moved to the mountain village.
Suddenly it started to rain.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and lasted for four days and nights.
There were also hailstones as big as peas.
Fortunately, before this happened, all the mountain tribesmen went out to cut down trees and build houses, and built hundreds of temporary wooden houses in the valley.
This gave most of the Muteng tribe a simple but warm place to live.
As for the other small group of people, they live in the houses that the Shanyue people put together and vacated.
Make sure that no new tribesman sleeps out in the rain.
Gao Jing looked at this scene and sighed in his heart.
He was once worried that after the Muteng tribe, which had a grudge against the Mountain tribe, moved in, there would be conflicts between the two sides.
Facts have proved that the kind-hearted mountain giant tolerated his former opponents with his broad mind.
The integration of the two tribes can be said to be a matter of course, calm and even warm.
In addition, Gao Jing is also worried that too much rain will cause flash floods, threatening people living in the valley.
In the end, he still thought too much.
The waterfall that plummets thousands of meters has indeed released a huge amount of water, making it look particularly spectacular.
However, the water level in the deep pool below actually did not rise at all and still maintained its original appearance.
The streams connecting the pools and running through the valley are still gurgling with no sign of flooding.
It's amazing!
Gao Jing estimated that the mountain tribes migrated from thousands of miles away, and they must have chosen to settle in this large valley after they were sure there would be no problems.
In the early morning of the fifth day, the rain stopped.
The clouds in the hazy sky cleared away, revealing the long-lost blue sky, and the sun once again shone on the boundless wilderness.
Woo~
The sudden sound of the horn spread throughout the village, making many ethnic groups nervous.
But this nervousness was quickly replaced by a relaxed smile.
Messages from the watchtower are particular.
If the trumpet sound is short and frequent, it means that the sentry has discovered the enemy or other dangers.
And the long trumpet sound just now means that there is no threat to those coming.
Normally it should be a caravan.
The Qinghe caravan is here again.
Their appearance surprised everyone.
Gao Jing followed the old wizard Shanyan, Shantai and others out of the village to greet him.
The size of the Qinghe caravan has expanded again.
Last time the caravan had forty or fifty giant rhinoceros beasts of burden, this time there were seventy or eighty.
The number of animal carts increased accordingly, carrying more goods.
There were also many more knights guarding the caravan.
But they looked quite embarrassed, and all the beasts of burden and carts were covered in mud.
The knights driving the black and red horses no longer looked majestic, as if they had just lost a battle.
Everyone is haggard and tired!
In fact, it is completely understandable, after all, it has been raining heavily in the past few days.
For this caravan trekking through the wilderness, that was really bad luck!
According to past practice, the servants of the caravan quickly set up camp outside the village.
Tent after tent were erected.
Gao Jing also saw the giant-sized psychic puppet controlled by Zhiqi again.
He couldn't help but smile like his uncle.
"Santai!"
As soon as they arrived at the Qinghe caravan camp, the female knight Qinglan, who was familiar with Shantai, ran over.
She bowed to Shanyan shyly: "Shaman Chief Shanyan, I want to say something to Shantai."
The old wizard nodded and said: "You go ahead."
After receiving permission, Qinglan immediately stepped forward and took Shantai's big hand, pulling him out to whisper.
Muteng Village has essentially been abandoned.
But according to the rules of the Great Wilderness, the ownership of that area still belongs to the mountain tribe.
The mountain tribes also erected their own tribal symbols there.
In this way, other tribes cannot occupy Muteng Village without the consent of the mountain tribes.
Otherwise, we will become enemies of the mountain tribes!
The most important thing is that there is an unfinished seven-color stone mine in Muteng Village!
Zhiqi obviously knows this very well: "We pay high prices!"
He raised the right hand of the psychic puppet and spread his five fingers: "Fifty thousand shells."
The old wizard was a little moved.
This price is really not low.
Although precious green crystals were mined in this seven-color stone mine.
But it's hard to say that the same thing exists inside.
In addition, reopening the mine requires a lot of manpower, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive, as well as food and tools.
As a place that has essentially been abandoned.
Can be exchanged for 50,000 Beis.
It is undoubtedly a good deal!
"Ahem!"
Just when the old wizard was thinking of something, Gao Jing, who was sitting on the big table, suddenly coughed twice.
The old wizard suddenly laughed.
He said: "Under Zhiqi, our mountain tribe has no intention of selling Muteng Village."
The psychic puppet's eyes flashed: "The price is negotiable."
“It’s not about the price.”
The old wizard shook his head and said: "I want to leave a territory for future development for my tribe."
Zhiqi was silent for a moment and said: "Your wisdom is the greatest luck of the mountain tribe."
The old wizard smiled: "Thank you."
He almost got confused just now.
At this moment, Shanze, who was standing behind the old wizard, had a look of gratitude in his eyes.
Who wants the home they once lived in to become a commodity for trading?
This is not the demolition of a village in the city.
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The first update is sent.
ps: My wife and best friends went to Xianju to see the waterfall, leaving the author alone and lonely.