I am a primitive

How is this going?

Infighting happened?

Or are some people from the Fire Tribe, eating inside and out, bringing people from other tribes to attack their own tribe?

Han Cheng thought so in his heart, but he couldn't come to a good conclusion.

"There was a dispute among their tribe, as if they were talking about who is worthy to be the leader of the tribe..."

At this time, Mao, the first translator of the tribe who was beside Han Cheng, said aloud.

Han Cheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately realized, he asked aloud: "Is the old leader of their tribe dead? Or is it that the old leader can no longer control the people in the tribe, and some newcomers want to pull the old leader down? The leader of the tribe?"

When there was a dispute over the position of the leader in the tribe, it seemed that there were no other reasons other than these two.

"I don't know, I haven't heard it yet."

Mao, who listened carefully, shook his head and returned like this.

While Mao was listening so earnestly, those Huo tribe people who seemed to be extremely emotional and kept making noises had a new change.

I saw five or six people who seemed to be very emotional walked out, turned around and came to the shed not far away, and after a while, two big things were lifted out of it.

Although the distance is relatively far, Han Cheng recognized it at a glance.

These two things carried out by the Huo tribe are looms.

After these years of development, the looms of the Qingque tribe have been greatly improved and perfected on the basis of the original extremely crude.

At least now you can move your location freely.

Unlike before, it was fixed on the ground, and if you want to move the position, you need to spend a lot of effort to disassemble and reinstall...

Looking at such a scene from a distance, Han Cheng couldn't help but be full of doubts and couldn't figure it out.

What are these people doing?

Aren't you arguing about who should be the leader?

Why did you suddenly lift the loom out?

Isn't this style of painting changing too quickly?

Under Han Cheng's stunned and puzzled gaze, these people each carried a loom and returned to the two camps, put it down and placed it securely.

Moreover, someone brought the wrapped twine and placed them on the sides of the two looms.

Then, following an order, the people on the side of the two camps all retreated towards the back one after another, retreating a distance of more than two meters.

There was one person left beside the two looms.

While everyone was retreating, these two people sat in front of the loom at a very fast speed.

After sitting here, the two of them quickly picked up the thread beside them and began to install it on the loom as if they were competing.

After installing it, each person started to weave with a shuttle in his hand, and the movement was very fast.

Han Cheng knows a lot about weaving.

But like the current weaving competition, and sitting in front of the loom to participate in the weaving competition, it is still a matter of two old men, and I have never seen it.

His mouth opened a little wide, and he didn't realize what kind of magical operation this was all for a moment.

He was in a daze here and didn't react, but the two people from the Human Fire Tribe over there were not in a daze, and their subordinates kept moving.

The person on the left has been weaving the cloth for a while with the shuttle in his hand, while the person on the right seems to be in a hurry to hang up the thread.

He hurriedly glanced at the person opposite, seeing that the person had already started weaving, he couldn't help but feel even more anxious in his heart.

He didn't dare to make a half-stop, so he held the shuttle and began to shuttle and weave in a hurry.

Sometimes, the more flustered a person is, the more likely he is to make mistakes.

This talent went back and forth a few times before the thread on the shuttle broke.

He was anxious in his heart, but he had to stop what he was doing. He seemed to be in a hurry to find the broken thread and the thread on the shuttle in his hand, and he connected them together clumsily, and then proceeded in a hurry. Weaving.

However, good times don't last forever.

Not long after weaving, the thread on the shuttle in his hand broke again.

He hurriedly and clumsily connected the thread, and then began to weave in a hurry.

As a result, after weaving for a long time, the thread on the shuttle in my hand broke again.

Wiring is a huge waste of time.

This man was not very fast at weaving, but now the threads kept breaking, and he became anxious, as if he was on fire.

On the other hand, the person opposite him is very skillful, and has been weaving the cloth continuously.

From the beginning to the present, the cloth on the shuttle in his hand has never been broken once.

The eyelids of this person who is always disconnected seeing such things are jumping!

"#RW@#!"

He suddenly shouted loudly.

What he yelled meant that the man across the street had cheated.

If it wasn't cheating, then why did the thread in his hand keep breaking, but the thread on the shuttle in the guy's hand didn't break?

"#￥##..."

On the face of the accused person, there was a reserved smile from a master.

He looked at the man and said this.

Then he reached out and tore off the thread on his own shuttle, and threw the shuttle to the person opposite.

After the man received the shuttle, he also threw the broken shuttle in his hand to this man.

After exchanging the shuttles, both start wiring and then weave.

Then, a miracle happened.

After changing the shuttle, the person who always disconnected is still frequently disconnected.