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Little cuties, give me a comment, it’s not easy to code~ As night falls, the entire northern plain is shrouded in darkness.

The three of Cheng Yang and Fang Tayue returned.

"Headman!"

"The headman is back!"

"It's back, it's back!"

Yan Tuo took a few strong men and waited not far from the tribe early, and when they saw the three of them coming back, they came up to welcome them.

Seeing that the three of them came back safe and sound, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Logically speaking, before sunset, the headman should have brought Cheng Yang and Chickadee back, but they couldn't see anyone for a long time. They were not at ease, and they were afraid that something unexpected would happen.

If the leader is gone, what will their tribe do?What's more, there is also a Chengyang who is called a celestial being by the wizard.

Whether it's the headman, the adult sheep, or even the tits, they are all members of their tribe, and they don't want to see any accidents happen to their tribe.

"Why did you come back so late?"

"Yeah, we've all been waiting for a long time..."

"The clansmen haven't eaten yet, so I'm waiting for you..."

Everyone relaxed and talked in twos and threes, and the atmosphere became lively for a while.

Cheng Yang and the other three, who were originally tense, gradually relaxed.

"You don't know, it was really dangerous just now!"

The tits, who were already lively, immediately told the tribe about the adventures they had seen along the way.

"The headman and I went to see it. There is a lot of salt there. We can open our stomachs and eat it in the future!"

"really?"

"Can you really eat with your stomach open?"

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it next time!"

"Okay, next time I'll go and have a look!"

A few young guys are gearing up, eager to see if there are really as many tits as the tits said.

Every winter, people in the tribe always starve to death.

A large part of the meat obtained from hunting in the tribe is used to exchange salt, and the salt exchanged is not a lot, and sometimes it is not enough.

But you have to eat salt. If there is no salt, how can men have enough strength to hunt.

The young guys all had smiles on their faces and were happy in their hearts.

Noticing the dignified expression on the headman's face, Yan Tuo couldn't help asking, "Headman, is there something wrong with the salt?"

"Oh." The headman sighed and said, "Salt is very good, but..."

He told his tribe that he saw two tribes fighting on the road.Hearing this, the clansmen were shocked.

"But there is a bear tribe?"

"There must be a bear tribe, they have always been vicious..."

"I don't know which tribe the other one is..."

When the young guys talked about the Bear Tribe, they were all filled with righteous indignation. Cheng Yang was puzzled, stretched out his hand and tugged on the tit's arm, and asked, "Why does everyone dislike the Bear Tribe so much?"

"The people in their tribe are very bad!"

"They often snatch our prey!"

"Still bullying the women of our tribe!"

Cheng Yang was puzzled and asked, "Is he like this only for our tribe, or for all tribes?"

If it is only aimed at the Shuofeng tribe alone, there should be a grudge between the two, and if it is the same for all the tribes, it may cause all the tribes to attack.

"I-I don't know about that either."

Titmouse scratched her head, a little dazed.

They have little contact with the surrounding tribes, so they don't know if the bear tribe bullies people from other tribes.

Cheng Yang sighed. It seemed that the Shuofeng tribe had very little contact with the outside world, and they didn't have much information about potential enemies.

In this case, if a war is really launched, it will be extremely disadvantageous.

A young guy like Titmouse couldn't answer Cheng Yang's question, but the leader and Yan Tuo at the side knew it very well.

The number of tribes in the north is far less than that in the south, and most of the tribes that can survive in the north are powerful tribes.

Decades ago, the Shuofeng Tribe existed in the north like a strong one, and even the Bear Tribe now avoids them.

At that time, the Xiong family was not as arrogant as it is now. What's more, apart from the Shuofeng tribe, there were several other powerful tribes, and the Xiong family was mixed among them, and they had no advantage.

However, the snow disaster 20 years ago brought a heavy blow to the northern tribes. Like the Shuofeng tribe, they lost many warriors in that snow disaster. To make matters worse, the snow disaster caused many wild animals to move to the south. As dense as it is, the food in the tribe is simply not enough to eat.

The headman's eyes darkened, and most of the tribes in the north were greatly reduced in power. Unexpectedly, the Xiong clan would rise just like that.

"Chengyang, tomorrow you weave more baskets, the more the better." The headman said hastily.

The salt must be dug back to the tribe before the Xiong family discovers the salt mine, or when they discover it, other tribes will not be contaminated.

The headman's face was covered with wind and frost, and there was a wry smile on his face. Today's tribe is no longer the Shuofeng tribe of the past, and it can't stand up to Xiong's blow.

"Leader, I can actually teach the tribe to weave baskets. In this way, everyone can weave together, which will be much faster."

Cheng Yang said that, in his opinion, it would be a dream to weave enough baskets to hold the salt mine by himself.

But if it is edited by many clansmen together, the efficiency can be improved a lot.

The headman's eyes widened in disbelief, and he said, "You mean we can also learn to weave baskets?"

Cheng Yang raised his eyebrows and asked in puzzlement, "Why can't you learn it?"

It is true that most of the people in the tribe are not smart enough, but he can teach them by hand, and he can learn it anyway. This is not too difficult, and there is actually no shortage of dexterous people in the tribe.

It's just that it never occurred to them to turn the cane in the jungle into a basket.

In this era, there are no baskets, so how can we think about how to weave.

Titmouse and the others looked at the rattan basket of salt in the headman's arms in surprise, and couldn't believe that they could conjure such an exquisite thing in their hands.

is this real?

Sometimes Cheng Yang will consciously do some things that are not in line with this era, such as making spears, picking eggs to eat, weaving baskets, etc., but strangely, no one seems to question him.

No matter what he says, these people always choose to believe without reservation.

He was curious in his heart before, but he never dared to ask, because he knew that once he asked, it might really reveal his identity.

It's better to just keep acting stupid like this.

But at this moment, they are so happy to see that they know that they can also weave rattan baskets, so why can they trust a child who is only eight years old without reservation?

He couldn't help asking, "Headman, why aren't you curious that I can weave baskets?"

"curious?"

The headman was a little puzzled, he hadn't heard this word before, but he just discovered recently that Cheng Yang often said words he hadn't heard before.

"Curiosity is just feeling strange. Everyone can't weave baskets, but I can do it alone. Don't you think it's weird?"

He stared at the headman's eyes with burning eyes, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

He was actually nervous, but he wanted to really understand what these people were thinking.

How do they see themselves?

In his previous life, Cheng Yang was a person with a high IQ, but when he was very young, he understood that sometimes being too smart is not a good thing.

Whether it was the classmates in the class, the teacher, or even the parents and elder brother at home, none of them expressed the slightest pleasure in his early wisdom.

They suspected him, even loathed him, thinking that he was an unreasonable existence and a freak.

Even my elder brother regarded him as a thank you for the family business.

Being different has become a burden for him, making it impossible for him to live an ordinary and happy life like a normal person.

This is the real reason why Cheng Yang is obsessed with traveling.

Walking on strange streets, or being in nature, he is no different from ordinary people.

And the tribal people in front of them, why can they trust him and get close to him without reservation?

"What's so strange about that?"

Shu Lang's laughter sounded, and the headman said with a hearty smile, "This is a gift from heaven to you, what's so strange about it."

"Like warriors, bravery is given to them by the gods, but wisdom is given to you by heaven."

"Whether it is a warrior or a wise man, they are all created by God, and they will bring miracles to the tribe."

"You can create new things, it is a miracle, this is something to be happy about, why do you feel strange?"

"That's right, Cheng Yang, the wizard has already said that you are a heavenly being."

"Heaven and Man?" Cheng Yang asked, "What about Heaven and Man?"

"Hey, don't you know?"

"Heavenly Man is a person sent down from the sky by the gods. Last time you were seriously ill, the wizard said that if you recover, it will be a gift from the gods to our tribe. Otherwise, you will return to the sky."

"Chengyang, your father and mother have returned to heaven."

A smile appeared on Cheng Yang's face, like a clear spring, clean and clear.

It turned out that the so-called heavenly beings were just blessings from wizards.

He should have thought a long time ago, in this era, there are not even doctors, so how could wizards' witchcraft be really useful?

But the wizard gave the best wishes to the tribe.

In the tribe, everyone is like a wizard. They have unreserved trust in the tribe, even if they regard him as a celestial being, they firmly believe that his actions are miracles.

This is not because they are ignorant, but because they never judge their people from a bad angle.

They will always support and trust their clansmen.

It turned out to be like this.

Cheng Yang's heart fluttered slightly, layers of ripples appeared, and his expression became softer.

Then let him be their miracle, and restore Shuofeng to its former glory.

He will be their strongest backing.