Interstellar Live: Survival with Goods in the World of Books and Beasts

Chapter 92
"After so many years, the Yuanshan Tribe is not willing to build a bridge for these people who have traveled thousands of miles to exchange salt?"

Lin Guo looked at the rushing river, which was about 20 meters wide, and felt a little worried.

Black Python answered from the side: "What is a bridge?"

Lingo pointed to both sides of the river and drew an arc in a simple and rough manner, and said, "This is how to build a road, which is a bridge."

"Will it hold up? It's so far away and you have to leave in front, Linguo, you think so beautifully." Hei Mang continued to question.

Stupid mortals.

Lin Guo really didn't bother to talk to this idiot, it was useless to talk too much, he might as well eat his fill and find a way to cross the river when he had that time.

She could smell the humidity in the air getting stronger and stronger, and looked at the dark sky in the distance, the rainstorm was coming!
The Ice Ape and the others ran a long way before they killed a few rabbits and came back to stew them for meat. Maybe there was a large tribe nearby, or there were too many people coming to exchange salt. Anyway, almost all the animals were hunted down, so it was hard to find them. big game.

It was evening now, and Lin Guo decided to find a way to cross the river today.

The two female tribes may be closer to the distant mountain tribe and know more about it. Seeing that Lin Guo was preoccupied, the oldest of them said:
"Going down a certain way, there is a place where the water flow is relatively slow. In previous years, everyone gathered there."

Upon hearing this, the thin wolf swallowed the last piece of meat in his mouth, wiped his mouth, climbed up a tall tree by the river, stood on it and looked down the river.

Looking down, he clearly saw a group of people in the lower reaches of the river. Because the distance was too far, he couldn't see what kind of people they were, but it proved that the two females were not lying.

"There are indeed people in the lower reaches of the river. It seems that they are still setting up tents. It seems that they are going to spend the night here tonight." The thin wolf jumped down from the tree and said to Linguo.

They knew nothing about the heavy rain.

Lingo secretly thought about paying.

At this time, the child who was fished out of the river also woke up. Dashan took the initiative to take care of the cub, and brought a bowl of broth for the child to drink.

After the child woke up, his eyes were full of vigilance, and his big black eyes were full of pain and sadness that did not match his age.

He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, the wound there had healed over some time ago, and now, apart from a dull pain, it was no longer bleeding.

His eyes scanned the crowd, and he couldn't see who was more like a witch doctor. They were all young females and males, and they didn't look like the old witch doctors he had seen.

Looking at his eyes, Lin Guo knew that this was also a precocious child, and he was not in the mood to ask him why he ended up in such a mess, so he just knelt down and looked into the child's eyes and said:
"We saved you. We will cross the river and send you to the remote mountain tribe in a while. You should have a way to find your own people there. We can only help you here."

Holding the bowl of warm milky white broth, the child watched Ling Guo approaching tensely. When he heard that he was going to be sent away, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Take...me."

The child's voice was hoarse after being ill, but he insisted on finishing his sentence, and then looked at Ling Guo with beseeching eyes.

"I will work hard...to support myself, I can't go back to the tribe now, my father and mother were killed, and grandpa can't protect me."

Linguo didn't expect that the child's background was quite complicated, but the more complicated the background, the greater the possibility of implicating the tribe in the future.

So she shook her head resolutely, "I can't help you with this, you might help you more if you try to stay in the remote mountain tribe."

Unexpectedly, the child's eyes widened even further, and he said very directly: "Our Eagle Clan has a very good relationship with Yuanshan. Isn't it the same as the Huiying Clan when I go there?"

"Eagle Clan!"

Now Black Python and the others exclaimed, they were no longer in the mood of watching the excitement, and Shoulang even ran forward to pull the child over to check, muttering, "It's not different, is it?"

Dashan poked the thin wolf out of the way, hugged the cub in his arms to protect him, "The baby eagle is very delicate, it will hurt if you pull it like this!"

Xiong Zhuang's father even pulled Lin Guo aside and persuaded him, "Clan chief, this brat doesn't look treacherous, so he can be taken in, even if he doesn't stay in the tribe all the time, even if we have a friend of the Eagle clan, we will make money! No matter which tribe the Eagles go to, there are many people vying to take them in, and they will definitely be the most useful orc warriors in the future!"

Seeing that Lin Guo didn't agree, the always clumsy Father Xiong Zhuang waved his arms and legs and said anxiously: "For example, to change the salt, the eagle clan orcs can come anytime and anywhere. How can it be so difficult like us!"

"Of course, it has to be people who are willing to run away. Generally, the eagle clan is very arrogant. Let's raise one since childhood, absolutely fine!"

Father Xiong Zhuang was about to foam from the corners of his mouth. He rubbed his palms like cattail leaf fans back and forth, looking at his posture, he wanted to grab Ling Guo's shoulders and shake her awake.

Lin Guo is not someone who doesn't listen to what he says, but she still has concerns: "Then if someone from his tribe finds us and wipes out our tribe, do you still think he is more important?"

Speaking of this question, Father Xiong Zhuang and the surrounding black pythons were all silent.

In the end, Hei Mang and Father Xiong Zhuang looked at each other, and they both saw firmness in each other's eyes, and said in unison: "Leave him too."

Seeing Lingo staring at him incredulously with his eyes wide open, Father Xiong Zhuang said with a heavy voice, "We can only continue to grow ourselves, and we can't be afraid of everything just because of the dangers from the outside world. Orc warriors don't have the word fear!"

The black python continued: "Let's hide him better and try not to let him be discovered by the tribe before he becomes an adult. When he grows up and has no ability to avenge himself, then he can't blame us."

"I want to keep this source of danger anyway?" Lin Guo didn't understand that the eagle orcs were so popular?

Looking back at the chubby little Zhengtai with ignorant eyes, Dashan hugged him, Lin Bao pulled him, and even Lu Yue and the ice ape with the meat in its mouth all gathered around the little boy and looked at him with beseeching eyes , like she is an old witch who breaks up other people's little lovers...

Lin Guo raised his forehead and waved his hands, "Just as long as you are happy, it's up to you whether he can hide during the salt exchange."

She didn't want to accept this encumbrance, but it was obvious that the indigenous people were fascinated by the Eagles, as if they were the most important weapon, and if they could be kept in their hands, they would agree to any conditions.

And if this weapon is in the hands of the enemy, it will be hated, scolded and greedy.

With Linguo's permission, the clansmen cheered for joy and became excited one by one, especially Dashan, who immediately hugged the little boy in his arms and rubbed it again and again.

Immediately afterwards, they muttered to each other with the thin wolf and Luyue, and finally surrounded the children, not knowing what they were doing.

Anyway, when Linguo finally shouted to get ready to go, she led her skinny brother to harvest a chubby little sister...

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