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"Immortal, these insects have spun a layer of webs inside the grass hut. Should we clean them away?" the chief asked.

"Absolutely not. What we want are these webs," Cheng Bang waved his hand.

"Understood!" the chief obeyed.

Three months later, all of those insects had formed cocoons.

Once they emerged from their chrysalises as butterflies, Cheng Bang had people collect all of the pupae.

Then, through a series of reeling and unwinding processes, he finally produced golden silk threads.

These silk threads shimmered in the sunlight, dazzling and radiant, appearing very high-end and classy at first glance.

The chief was so excited he was beside himself.

Let alone using these silk threads to make silk cloth, simply taking these silk threads to the market to sell would definitely fetch a good price.

As long as they could continuously produce silk threads, they could exchange them for a continuous supply of resources and food.

When that time came, developing the tribe would not be a problem at all.

At that moment, his reverence for Cheng Bang reached an unparalleled level.

Next, after accumulating a certain amount of golden thread, Cheng Bang taught them how to make a simple shuttle to weave the threads together.

Because these golden-faced insects were enormous, the silk they produced was extremely tough and very thick.

Therefore, the golden fabric woven from this golden thread was not only not thin but also very sturdy and wear-resistant.

With cloth, they could make clothes.

Cheng Bang then taught them how to use bronze to make scissors and copper needles, and then sew the cloth together to make relatively simple clothes.

When the chief put on the first sewn golden garment, he felt like the whole world was prostrating at his feet.

He had never experienced this feeling before.

"Chief, congratulations on successfully creating the first piece of clothing in human history. This is an extremely important event for the entire Nata tribe and is worthy of eternal commemoration by future generations," Cheng Bang said.

"Really?" the chief asked excitedly.

"Of course. You have created such a great achievement, you deserve to have your name remembered. How about this, I'll give you a name, let's call you Chu."

"Chu?" the chief didn't understand.

The Nata tribe currently uses the cuneiform script of the Laventa tribe, not the Dragon Kingdom's script.

Therefore, he didn't know what relationship "Chu" had with clothing.

"Chu means 'beginning,' highlighting your great achievement in creating clothing," Cheng Bang explained.

"Alright, from now on, I will be called Chu!" the chief was very happy.

In the following two years, Chief Chu continued to expand production, using most of the tribe to raise golden-faced insects.

Because the broad-leaved forest by the small river had grown considerably through day-after-day transplantation, and with food available, the cost of breeding gradually decreased, and the scale expanded year by year.

Now, everyone in the entire tribe wore golden clothes, so Cheng Bang gave their tribe a name: Jin (Gold).

"Immortal, for the past two years, you haven't allowed us to take the golden clothes to the market to exchange for supplies. What is the reason for this?" Chief Chu asked.

"Do you think people from other tribes will like these golden clothes?" Cheng Bang asked.

"Of course, they will like them," the chief said without any doubt.

"Then do you think they want to own them?" Cheng Bang continued to ask.

"Of course, they want to own them," the chief continued to answer affirmatively.

"Then do you have enough golden thread now for everyone in other tribes to wear golden clothes?" Cheng Bang asked.

"How is that possible! The land of the Nata tribal alliance is so vast, and the population is so large. How can our little bit of golden thread make clothes for everyone in the world?" the chief replied.

"You have no way to let everyone in the world wear golden clothes, but everyone in the world wants to obtain golden clothes. What should be done?" Cheng Bang asked.

"Wouldn't it be good for them to make it themselves?" the chief replied.

"Then are you willing to tell them how to make golden thread?" Cheng Bang asked.

"This..." Chief Chu was speechless.

In his heart, he didn't want to. However, with the immortal in front of him, he couldn't directly say it.

"Actually, whether you are willing or not is not important at all," Cheng Bang replied.

"Not important? Immortal, I don't understand," Chief Chu asked in confusion.

"Those who want it will naturally find a way to get it," Cheng Bang replied.

"Those who want it will naturally find a way to get it? Do you mean..." the chief thought of a possibility.

"You're right, they know you have golden clothes here, and they know that your tribe is just a small tribe with a small population. In that case, wouldn't it be more direct to just come and rob you? Do you have the ability to protect these golden clothes? Do you have the ability to protect the method of making golden clothes? Do you have the ability to fight against the whole world?" Cheng Bang threw out a series of questions in one breath.

"This..." Chief Chu was speechless.

Obviously, he didn't have such ability.