Chase the future leader of the tribe in two steps [gl]

The industrious Mayi people have strong hands-on skills. Before Song Fei explained and demonstrated how to weave cloth, everyone seemed to understand it, but what was placed in front of her was a one-meter-square piece of cloth.

Song Fei touched it with her hands, and it was softer than the cloth used to wipe sweat before.

After being praised by the little priest, the weavers were very excited. Some of them who were not helpful held up the half-woven cloth behind the crowd and said loudly: "Little priest! I can weave a piece of cloth like this tomorrow." !"

Song Fei answered them with a smile: "Okay, I remember."

Sitting on the sidelines, Xiao Yu was tying the twine with everyone. When she saw Song Fei finished, she stood up and clapped her hands, and pulled her aside: "Song Fei, I have almost planned the watchtower you asked me to build."

This is good news again. Song Fei's eyes lit up, she was so surprised that she wanted to say something, but seeing Xiao Yu's troubled face, she suddenly understood: "There are not enough people?"

Xiaoyu sighed helplessly. She has been observing in the tribe for the past few days and found that even if the watchtower can be built, no one can come to help.

The active people in the tribe are either hunting, transporting rice and cotton back and forth, or building houses. Although everyone’s hostility towards fox silk will not disappear for a while, it is impossible for Luo Ti to make this close to 100 people, especially if there are many old, weak and sick I still live in small tents in the winter, so the wooden house has been being built, even if it is not for the fox people, it will be needed when Mayi expands in the future.

Nowadays, anyone who can get up and move around has work on hand, and those who are really not good at walking have to go back to twisting the thread with cotton and linen. Under such circumstances, there is really no one to build the watchtower.

"The watchtower has to be built, I always feel that this winter..." Song Fei said halfway, suppressing the strangeness in her heart, and shook her head, "I'll think of a way, and see where I can get someone out."

Xiao Yu is very busy now. She is responsible for the preparation of the watchtower and the distribution of the weaving here. When Song Fei and Ming Kong were discussing witchcraft to treat patients, there was a problem with the clan supervision team, so they subconsciously looked for her .

Everyone gradually forgot that Xiaoyu was once an unremarkable slave. With her gentleness and patience, she won the favor of many people. What's more, with Song Fei's backing, no one dared to fight against her.

But no matter where, there are troublemakers.

After Xiao Yu finished talking about the watchtower, she continued helplessly: "Song Fei, this is the third time Cong Ya has fought with others in the past few days, and I can no longer protect her."

Song Fei shrugged indifferently, seemingly not caring: "Why cover up, she must be punished for making mistakes, don't be soft-hearted just because she is a child."

Xiao Yu opened her mouth to say something, but seeing Song Fei's expression, she swallowed her words back.

Song Fei saw Cong Ya who was kneading twine in a remote corner. The animal skin she was wearing was a bit messy, and there was a large scratch on her left leg. Fortunately, the weather had turned cold and there was no festering.

Cong Ya sniffled her nose and kneaded the twine desperately. There was already a pile under her feet, which was rubbed well, and there were still a few small pieces of cloth the size of a palm, which were not satisfactory. Apparently Cong Ya also understood, so she didn't continue weaving. .

Seeing someone approaching, Cong Ya raised her head vigilantly, and saw that it was Song Fei, her expression suddenly became a little unnatural, but she didn't say anything, and immediately lowered her head and continued to work.

Song Fei didn't speak, just looked at her from the side.

Cong Ya's movements were a little stiff at first, but after seeing that Song Fei didn't move much, she slowly relaxed.She said she was relaxing, but she was actually observing what Song Fei was going to do. With all her efforts, the twine in her hand became looser and looser.

Song Fei looked at it for a while, but left silently without saying a word.

Cong Ya's movements slowed down, she didn't look up, she just watched Song Fei go further and further away from the corner of her eye, until she could no longer see her, then she let out the breath she had held for a long time, curled her lips, pretending not to care.

Cong Ya is strong and strong. She used to work on the construction site, but because of her small temper, she had conflicts with many people and often couldn't get the food she deserved. People are not ashamed but proud.

So Cong Ya has hardly eaten a full meal for so long. If she can't eat enough, she will lose her temper.

At the beginning, Song Fei asked her if she wanted to live with her. Cong Ya was stubborn at the time, unable to lose face, and angrily refused, but now she can't even eat.

Fortunately, Ma Yi is busy now, and there is a shortage of people everywhere.

Those who rub the twine here are all useless people who have been stamped by the tribe before. They used to live at the bottom of the tribe, worrying about being abandoned all the time, but now the little priest gives them work to let everyone know that they are worth living, so Most people are hardworking and grateful, so naturally they don't take the initiative to provoke conflicts. Cong Ya adapts well here.

Although I earn less, I still have food to barely fill my stomach.

It's a pity that young children often come to help, and some of them have been bullied by Cong Ya. If adults don't embarrass Cong Ya, children are not necessarily.

Cong Ya, without Darren's backing, no matter how strong she is, can't take much advantage in front of hordes of small groups.

They snatched the twine that Cong Ya twisted, laughed at the ugly cloth she wove, and kicked the thread that she straightened up. Cong Ya couldn't bear it after a few times.

She thought, hey, I have a bad temper, I can't beat a group of people, can't I pick when you are alone.

Finally, after she knocked on the third person's black stick, Song Fei came to find her.

In fact, Cong Ya was happy and looking forward to Song Fei's arrival.It wasn't that she wanted to complain to her for food, but after seeing her beating up those annoying little kids, she found that their parents were hugging and comforting them. Cong Ya found that even if she won, she wasn't very happy.

But Song Fei only came over to take a look, and didn't even say a word.

When Cong Ya realized, her nose was sore and her cheeks were moist.

She wiped her cheeks hard, and her fingers were burning hot. These days, she didn't want to sleep more because of food. She rubbed desperately without rest. Her fingers were already swollen. Cong Ya looked at these hands and thought, how long has she been? Haven't touched the stone spear yet.

A package of things was placed on the twine that Cong Ya had just twisted.

It was a bulging mass wrapped in lotus-like leaves, and it was still steaming. Cong Ya sniffed and smelled a very attractive fragrance.

Her stomach growled uncontrollably, and she blushed, but because she lowered her head, Song Fei didn't see it.

"Eat, come to my cabin when you're done." Song Fei felt that Cong Ya would definitely not do anything if she was here, so she prepared to leave again.

Cong Ya hurriedly shouted: "I don't!"

Song Fei raised her eyebrows, and Cong Ya was still drooling when she said no, so this "no" means I won't eat your food, or I won't go to your cabin even if I eat your food.

She held back her laughter, knowing that she couldn't stimulate the girl's sensitive heart now, and said seriously, "Are you going to knead twine here for the rest of your life?"

After leaving this sentence, Song Fei turned around and left, she knew that Cong Ya would definitely come.

The little doll I saw in Darren’s tent before was proud, conceited, rebellious, scheming and cunning. Although she was a little clumsy, she was able to bend and stretch. With her outstanding ability, in time, Mayi would become a powerful warrior again.

Moreover, Luo Ti once said that Cong Ya wanted to kill Darren and surrender to her on the night of the rebellion, which proved that Cong Ya was ambitious and she was eager to make a difference and stand out.

Judging from her attitude towards Baiyun, Cong Ya's nature is not bad, but after all, she has been with Darren for ten years, and she has been influenced by her ears and eyes. It cannot be said that she has a pure personality, but she is not hopeless.

With an inexplicable mind, Song Fei wanted to straighten this young seedling that was about to grow crooked.She said to herself in her heart that if Cong Ya can grow up well, it will be beneficial to Ma Yi. Thinking this way, she offered an olive branch to Cong Ya.

Cong Ya has no shame now, but as long as she is smart enough, she will definitely seize this opportunity.

Even if it doesn't work today, Song Fei will come to deliver food tomorrow, and she will always be softened in a day or two.

In fact, after Song Fei said that sentence, Cong Ya was very moved.

In the past few days, she has not practiced martial arts for a long time in order to earn food.In the past, when Darren was not out hunting, he would guide her a lot. Cong Ya had a strong learning ability and hard work, and she made rapid progress.

But now she is so poor that she only has this tattered animal skin and a stone spear that she would not exchange for food even if she died. How does Cong Ya have time to practice.

Is she really going to knit twine here all her life, or die in the coldest part of winter because she has no food and clothes?

Cong Ya didn't dare to think about it, she knew in her heart that she must seize this opportunity.After making this decision, Cong Ya picked up the thing wrapped in leaves.

It was really fragrant. She unwrapped the leaves and found that they were wrapped in two layers. The outer layer was obviously to prevent hot hands. When the inner layer was uncovered, the fragrance was even stronger.

Cong Ya looked at the white mass and sniffed it hard.She knew that this was the newest food of the tribe. Everyone called it rice, and it became rice when it was cooked.

At the beginning, many people complained because harvesting rice delayed hunting. After Song Fei burned a big pot of rice among the tribe, no one said anything.

At that time, Cong Ya couldn't squeeze into the crowd, and didn't grab much. At the end, she just took a few grains from the stone pot and put them in her mouth to taste.

And now that she had such a big lump in her hand, Cong Ya couldn't wait to mouth it, even if it burned her mouth, she refused to spit it out.

In addition to the softness of the rice, after chewing a few times, Cong Ya also chewed a few pieces of very tough food.

It's meat. She opened the rice ball and found that the middle of the white rice was full of dried meat.

Cong Ya wiped away her tears and continued eating in silence.

After eating a rice ball, she picked up the twine on the ground, went back to the place where she lived, picked up the stone spear that hadn't been used for a long time, and walked towards Song Fei's wooden house.

The watchtower began to be officially started, but the process was not smooth, and even a few planks collapsed halfway through the construction, and the workers fled in panic. Fortunately, there were no casualties.

Xiao Yu was very disappointed and began to doubt herself again.

"Don't worry, you're great." Being criticized by the tribesmen, Song Fei feels sorry for Xiaoyu's recent anger. She has once again convinced everyone that the watchtower must be built, but if Xiaoyu fails to recover, then she doesn't know what to do .

Xiao Yu shook her head: "If I had thought more carefully, such an accident would not have happened."

Song Fei found that although Xiaoyu was disappointed, she didn't feel that she was useless, but regretted that she didn't think carefully at the time, which not only delayed her efforts, but also almost hurt others.

This is a very good signal, showing that Xiaoyu has gradually lost her inferiority complex, she knows how to face up to her ability, and she has a better understanding of herself.

Xiao Yu can cheer up, Song Fei is really happy for her.She hugged Xiao Yu lightly, and said a few words of comfort in a soft voice, and raised her eyes to find Feng Qin staring at them by the window.

Song Fei: ...