I am a primitive

At this time, Shang looked extremely brave, chasing and fighting a group of half-agricultural tribesmen, each with a long dagger.

And those people who were far more numerous than Shang could easily drown this guy if they turned around, and everyone worked together, but no one dared to turn around and do so.

Shocked, Shang looked at the people running away in front of him, and his heart was full of regret. After all, these are good candidates to be slaves.

It's a pity that he couldn't fight alone.

When I was anxious, I saw that the coalition forces besieging the Bannong tribe suddenly separated a large group from the west, holding weapons, stepping on the snow, and drifting down towards the low valley, some of which covered the valley. To the west, the trend is truncated head-on.

Looking at such a scene, Shang immediately felt relieved, these slaves couldn't escape!

Of course, it was Han Cheng, whose arm was numb from beating drums, who gave such instructions.

After all, on the entire battlefield, he is relatively free, and he has the mind to overlook the overall situation and make such a dispatch.

Here in the Bannong tribe, with the death of the leader of the Bannong tribe, there is no longer any resistance, and it will not cause any adverse effects to send some people to stop the fleeing Bannong tribe.

After braving the severe cold and working hard, Han Cheng finally won the battle, and it was time to reap the fruits of the battle. Naturally, Han Cheng would not let these semi-agricultural people go.

After all, running to the wild at this time, in this case, there will be no other way except freezing and starving to death.

Compared with dying of cold and starvation, being a slave in one's own tribe immediately became a bright road.

After all, I don't have the habit of excessively squeezing slaves, and in my own tribe, as long as these people work, they have food to eat, clothes to wear, and houses to live in.

In order to prevent them from freezing to death, Han Cheng even asked people to put their houses on a kang...

Well, when I think about it this way, I immediately feel at ease, and I am still very upright.

Han Dashenzi, who didn't know what his face was, started the mode of self-intoxication.

After dispatching interceptors, Han Cheng got off the sleigh pulled by Uncle Lu, shook his numb hands from the continuous beating of the drum, and protected his elder brother with weapons such as rattan shield and bronze dagger. People, all the way to the place where the semi-agricultural tribe penned their donkeys.

For these donkeys, Han Cheng had long wanted to get them into his hands.

Compared with horses, donkeys are really not brave enough. Even though the leader of the Bannong tribe had already opened the donkey pens before, they were frightened by the movement outside, and none of these guys escaped. All crowded into one corner of the donkey pen.

Even the one who was pulled out by the leader of the Bannong tribe before, ran back by himself when the leader of the Bannong tribe left.

That's fine, I've searched all over the mountains and plains to find it.

After Han Cheng and the big brother with the same bright eyes went in, they closed the door of the donkey pen first, and then started to lightly count the donkeys happily.

There are a lot of donkeys, there are as many as 33 adult and soon-to-be adult donkeys.

There are six immature donkeys, plus the six that captured the Bannong tribe's spies sent to the sheep tribe, there are now a total of 45 donkeys in the Qingque tribe!

After the construction and development of the Qingque tribe in the future, these guys can make great efforts!

Han Cheng thought so, but the elder brother didn't think so, because before setting off, they discussed the matter of dividing the spoils among the tribes after they attacked the evil Bannong tribe.

These donkeys are not exactly from the Qingque tribe.

Han Cheng didn't see it that way at all, it wasn't that he wanted to eat alone.

It's not a good habit to eat alone, and he doesn't know how to pick up sesame seeds and throw watermelons like this.

After returning, he has a way to let the people of these tribes give up their things willingly.

After inspecting the donkey, Han Cheng personally plugged the door of the donkey pen with a wooden stick, and then went to the large house in the middle of the Bannong tribe.

The more powerful people live, the easier it is to find good things. Han Cheng understands this very well.

So after seeing the donkey, he came here directly.

He was curious and looking forward to the crops that he had never seen before in this tribe.

When Han Cheng went to see that crop, some interesting things happened in the snow-covered river valley.

These interesting things come from the few subjects of the sheep tribe.

After discovering that the roads in the two places were blocked, the submissives of the sheep tribe suddenly remembered that they were members of the sheep tribe in the past. Although they were traitors, they would not be killed.

Sometimes, when people are forced to a certain level, they will think of things that they would not dare to think about or think about on weekdays.

For example, after realizing this incident, the subordinates of these sheep tribes shot at the people of the Bannong tribe who ran with them in a panic...

But there was one thing they thought wrong. When they looked at the people of Qingque Tribe with flattering smiles, they were hit by an angry old sheep in the snow...

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In the messy semi-agricultural tribe, Han Cheng, as the commander of the victor's side, was exercising a privilege of the victor at this time - searching for spoils of war.

In the room, Han Cheng found the crops stored by the tribe.

Can't wait to grab a handful, the round feel immediately chilled Han Cheng's excited and nervous heart.

It can be judged by the feel alone that this crop is not the wheat and rice he was thinking about, but a kind of beans.

Don't say it's still soybeans!

If it was really Soybean, I would definitely have the urge to hit someone.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart, but he was basically sure that these things were not soybeans. This was not only because the chubby things were smaller than the soybeans in his own tribe, but also because the Not bright light, Han Cheng determined that its color is not yellow.

Grabbing half a handful of unknown beans, Han Cheng walked quickly to the door of the low house of the Bannong tribe.

The light came on, and Han Cheng finally saw the true face of this crop.

This is a round thing that is taupe and smaller than soybeans.

But to be sure, this is a kind of beans.

Han Cheng stared at the gray beans in his hand and carefully searched his memory. After a while, he really found some memories related to the beans in front of him.

If nothing else, the beans in my hand are gray peas, which are called raw peas in my hometown.

The reason why it is called feed pea is that this kind of pea is very good for feeding cattle and horses after being ground. It is suitable for fatting cattle and horses and adding meals to cattle and horses during the busy farming season.

It is also a good crop, but because I had high expectations for this unknown crop before, I will inevitably be disappointed when I learn the truth at this time.

However, Han Cheng's disappointment lasted for a while and then disappeared.

Because in any case, his own tribe has newly obtained a crop that can be planted on a large scale.

Moreover, although the name of this kind of beans is not very pleasant, in addition to being used to feed cows and horses, people can also eat them.

Put it in a clay pot and cover it for a while, the peas will change, and the taste is still good.