Chapter 472 Go to That Powerful Tribe

Early the next morning, when it was just dawn, the closed cave mouth of the donkey tribe was opened from the left.

The four leaders of the Tengshe tribe came out with the people of the Tengshe tribe.

Yesterday's good food, drink and sleep have swept away all their tiredness, and they have become extra energetic at this time.

They took their weapons and set off full of energy.

Walking with them were two members of the donkey tribe who did not run away after being injured.

Two people from the Donkey Tribe and 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 that the two donkey tribesmen were walking too slowly, and they only had to walk a few feet.

He couldn't wait to go to that tribe to snatch all the precious pottery and salt, but these two people were so dawdling.

The two donkey tribe members who were filled with fear could only endure the pain on their bodies and speed up to bring these brutal people to that wealthy tribe.

The mood of the four leaders of the Tengshe tribe became cheerful again.

Originally, he thought that the matter of pottery and salt would be like this, but he didn't expect to get other news from these people.

Because of the different languages, he basically couldn't understand what these people said, but he understood one thing very well, that is, the salt and pottery owned by this tribe were all obtained from another tribe.

So early this morning he set off with his people, and he was going to fight down the tribe that had salt and pottery.

Take away all the salt and pottery from that tribe, and after bringing them back to the tribe, he will definitely be greatly appreciated by the witch.

As for whether that tribe was difficult to conquer, or whether it was very powerful, these four leaders of the Tengshe tribe didn't think about it at all.

As far as he can remember, he has never seen a tribe more powerful than the Tengshe tribe.

There is no tribe that the Tengshe tribe can't break through.

It doesn't matter to him whoever the tribe that owns the pottery and the salt is, because it will be broken by him,

Take the salt and crockery.

While thinking so ambitiously, he deliberately ignored the tribe that had made him suffer a lot.

That tribe was just an accident. There are many tribes on this land. It can’t be such a coincidence. They have weird caves, and they can also have precious pottery and salt...

As the sun fell, in a clearing among the woods, the leader of the Donkey Tribe and eight other members of the Donkey Tribe sat here slumped.

Most of them were injured, injured, frightened, tired... All kinds of things piled up on them, making them extremely depressed.

The leader of the donkey tribe sat against a tree, staring blankly at the ground.

From yesterday to now, everything that happened suddenly left him in a trance.

His tribe was destroyed in this way. After working so hard with his people for so long, he finally managed to make the tribe flourish. Seeing that the tribe seems to be growing day by day...

However, all of this was destroyed like this.

All of these things are like a dream, a dream that people don't want to touch.

The lively child was stabbed and fell to the ground slowly bleeding, the familiar people in the tribe fell to the ground, their eyes lost color, everyone screamed in panic and despair, leaving behind four wounded tribesmen who blocked the enemy...

All this was constantly circling in his mind, making his mood fluctuate greatly.

Go back and find those evil people desperately, kill them and save the living tribesmen.

Such thoughts appeared in his mind more than once, and even a few times he took the rest of the people back for a certain distance, but in the end, he still sat down with them, as if the weight on his body All strength was drained.

Because he knew that even if he went back, it would be of no use. They were not the opponents of that tribe.

So many clansmen have died, and when they return to the past, there will be no result other than letting the last people in the tribe die together.

Time passed slowly like this, and the sun was gradually slanting to the west. The leader of the donkey tribe, whose arms were swollen and no longer bleeding, stood up suddenly from the ground after being silent for a while.

A feeling of weakness came instantly, causing him to sway.

"x-on:ER%!"

Regardless of these, he yelled loudly at the other eight people.

The eyes of the eight donkey tribe members who were also silent gradually became colorful. They stood up from the ground and followed the leader, regardless of their weakness, and walked towards it as hard as they could.

They want to rush to that rich and powerful tribe, tell that powerful tribe about this, and beg them to avenge the people of their own tribe!

The previous hasty escape caused them to deviate from the road they often took to go to that tribe, but it didn't matter. In recent years, the most they did was to hurry.

Even if they strayed from the usual path, they were able to reach that tribe if they knew the direction.

After the idea of ​​going to that wealthy and powerful tribe and asking them for help was born, all of them were full of strength.

Regardless of their frailty, they walked through this seemingly hazy place.

This thought is like the last straw...

The Qingque tribe was as peaceful as ever, the first batch of millet was received in the house, and the second batch of millet was also beaten in good weather.

The millet that filled several rooms made everyone feel at ease. This means that there is food in hand and no panic in the heart.

The last batch of autumn silkworms also formed cocoons the day before yesterday.

Some silkworm cocoons that were slightly larger were selected to be kept, and they were turned into fluttering moths to leave behind for the next generation. The rest of the cocoons were all taken away by Bai Xuemei, a silkworm breeder.

Instead of breaking open the cocoons, taking out the silkworm chrysalis, and frying them in big oil, they poured them all into a pottery jar with boiling water.

Bai Xuemei, who has mastered weaving with hemp thread proficiently, wants to try weaving with silkworm cocoons, because Brother Cheng said that after spinning silkworm cocoons, the woven cloth is better than linen.

In fact, she started to try this thing as early as the last batch of silkworm cocoons matured, but the effect was not good. It can be said that it failed completely.

Not spinning machines, but cocoons.

These silkworm cocoons were placed here, and before she could spin them, moths came out of them.

With a broken cocoon, the thread would break with a single twitch, which made her very distressed.

It even made her uncomfortable that her stomach couldn't get bigger during that period of time.

It wasn't until after I asked Brother Cheng that this troublesome matter was resolved...

The water in the pot boiled, and the silkworm cocoons floating in it kept rolling along with the boiling water.

The silkworm chrysalis inside the silkworm cocoon are boiled to death by boiling water, and they can no longer turn into moths, and the silkworm cocoon will not break.