I am a primitive

However, it is different now.

This time, Han Cheng's trip to the Tongshan residential area took more than 20 days from going to returning.

In addition to the seven or eight days at the beginning, it means that the Fire Horde is more than a month later than when it was the last time before!

After realizing this, Han Cheng's heart suddenly became different.

I was very worried about what happened to the Fire Tribe.

Over the years, as the Fire Tribe has tasted the sweetness of weaving cloth for the Qingque Tribe, the cloth woven by their tribe has continued to increase every year.

More than half of the coarse linen that the Qingque tribe consumes every year is transported over after the production of the fire tribe.

At the beginning, Han Cheng's positioning for the Fire Tribe was to let him produce linen for his tribe and become a weaver for his tribe.

Their own tribe lures them with food in front of their noses.

Gradually, the Fire Tribe can become strongly dependent on their own tribe.

At a critical moment, if your own tribe does not want the cloth of the Fire Tribe, then the Fire Tribe, who has become accustomed to getting a lot of food from its own tribe with weaving cloth and has given up getting food from other places, will fall into a huge crisis .

However, with the passage of time, the number of Qingque tribesmen continued to increase, and the demand for linen also increased.

While the Fire Tribe has formed a strong dependence on the Qingque Tribe, the Qingque Tribe has also become dependent on the Fire Tribe.

Just like now.

After realizing that something might have happened to the Fire Tribe, even Han Cheng, the god son of the Qingque Tribe, became restless.

Of course, apart from the fact that the Fire Tribe is more important to the current Qingque Tribe, there is another important reason because after so many years of contact, the people of the Qingque Tribe, gradually, became the people of the Fire Tribe. , I regarded it as my own tribe!

Under such circumstances, after learning that something bad might happen to the Fire Tribe, Han Cheng and the others will naturally become more concerned.

"Take some people, hold weapons, and go to the Fire Tribe."

Frowning slightly, Han Cheng, who had been thinking about it for a while, said this and made such a decision.

"How about waiting a few more days to see if people from the Fire Tribe will come?"

At this time, the first batch of millet planted in the tribe was about to be harvested.

Compared with the linen, the witch is more concerned about the harvest of millet.

He was a little worried that if too many people were transferred from the tribe at one time, it would affect the harvest of millet.

So after hearing what Han Cheng said, after thinking about it, he said this.

"It's better not to wait anymore, the people from the Fire Tribe have been late for so many days and have not come here, there is no point in waiting any longer.

It's still the most important thing to go there quickly.

If something really happens, then from now on, the part of the linen originally produced by the Fire Tribe will need to be produced by the Fire Tribe, which will take up a lot of our tribe's labor.

It's not just as simple as we need to arrange for people to weave the cloth that originally needs to be woven by the Fire Tribe.

Before weaving these cloths, it is necessary to expand the planting area of ​​hemp.

This will reduce the acreage of millet planted.

Moreover, planting hemp also requires people to plant it, which costs a lot of manpower and material resources.

We considered it before, our tribe weaves the linen by itself, it is not cost-effective to grow food, and then use the food to exchange for ready-made linen from the Fire Tribe.

This time, people went to the Fire Tribe to check things out. After the matter was clarified and resolved, it was much more cost-effective than delaying some work. "

Naturally, Han Cheng could see what Wu was thinking, so he opened his mouth to explain and analyze Wu.

Wu wasn't stubborn, but he couldn't change his mind. Even though he knew it was a good deal, he still couldn't help worrying about delaying the harvest.

At this time, when Han Cheng said this, he stopped thinking about it...

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Another morning, the blood-red sun rose from the east and dyed the clouds red. Not long after, the rosy eyes like sleepy eyes disappeared and were replaced by thousands of golden lights.

In the Qingque Tribe in the early morning, there are quite a few people gathered here, and it looks different from the previous morning.

The three giants of the Qingque Tribe, Han Cheng, Wu, and Senior Brother, also got up early in the morning and stood here.

Bai Xuemei also got up and stood beside Han Cheng.

Xiao Wandou, Xiao Xing'er, and Han Cheng's youngest son hadn't woken up yet, and were still sleeping in the cool morning.

This is another journey that will take place in the Qingque Tribe.

"Put everything on the boat and the bamboo raft."

Han Cheng said this to the people beside him.

Following his words, everyone present became busy.

Start to put the things that have been prepared before on the bullock cart or wheelbarrow, leave the tribe, follow the built road, and go all the way to the pier by the small river.

Of course, there are also people who use shoulder-carrying, load-carrying and other methods for transportation.

Last night, some of the things were already delivered to the ships docked on the shore.

There are still some left. Because of the late weather, Han Chengcheng didn't let people transport them, so they are now being transported to the ship.

After everyone carried their things and went out, Han Cheng also walked out of the tribe.

Senior Brother, Wu, Shitou and others went out with Han Cheng.

The people walked all the way to the edge of the small river.

After the people in the tribe have rested and reorganized over the years, the place where the pier was built has become much wider.

Even with nearly twenty boats docked here with bamboo rafts, it didn't seem crowded.

On the shore next to the pier, there were several damaged bamboo rafts, and a boat that was lifted out of the water, put on the ground to dry, and then re-painted with tung oil.

The morning sun fell on the river, bringing out a piece of sparkling light, and the place where the sun was shining was a little dazzling.

Some people in the tribe are busy moving the things delivered to the dock to the boats.

During this process, things like boats and bamboo rafts will shake, bringing out some waves.