Qian Duoduo felt tired.

Also feeling tired are Lang and his brother Creek, who just joined the hunting team today.

The people of the hunting party were the worst, and they had no part in the fun, because they were already strong men and were no longer children, so their parents and grandmothers sternly refused to allow them to participate in this kind of child's game. And what about these old kids? Sitting on the top of the slide, they are snorting and drinking, like shells pushing dung balls, pushing the people in front of them down.

Life, it is so unrestrained, like two alpacas that do not obey anyone.

Qian Duoduo can understand that the people of this tribe have not grown up at all. Any little fun can make them forget about it.

It was only in the past few days that the elders allowed them to play like this. When everything below the snow-capped mountainside begins to recover, and wild flowers and weeds grow, wild vegetables can also be picked, and these people in the tribe, even women who are about to give birth and old people who are about to die, will not have the slightest leisure. They had to go down to the mountains to hunt and gather, and they were so busy all day long that they were so tired that they could fall asleep when they returned to the tribe and fell to the ground.

There is a stream behind the White Lion Gorge that flows to the White Lion Spring, which is the origin of the Great Waterfall, which in turn rushes into a huge pool and joins the Great River through its tributaries. There are dozens of mountains on both sides of the river.

The relatively dwarf mountains in the river basin on both sides of the river have begun to exude new greenery. Every mountain is inhabited by abandoned people, and there are more than a dozen tribes in the vicinity alone. Winter is drawing to a close, and all the tribes are eagerly awaiting the arrival of a spring assembly to trade in supplies for each other.

The same goes for the lion tribe.

The meat obtained from hunting in the winter is only enough for the tribesmen to eat half a day and a half, and there is not much fur left, so it can be said that there are only 100 people left. That's why the hunting team leaves early and returns late every day, hoping to get more prey.

While everyone was worried that they hadn't saved enough fur to get enough salt, stoneware, and pottery this year, the patriarch announced a major decision, which was to build a kiln to burn pottery.

This caused an uproar in the tribe.

Pottery, what a precious thing, even the richest Tiger tribe doesn't have a few. The tribesmen had to take a big risk to go to the town at the end of the mountain to get some pottery used by the poor.

"Is this true? Our tribe can also burn pottery?" asked some of the tribesmen, saying they couldn't believe it. My family knows that their own family is fine, the lion tribe has always relied on hunting for a living, and even other tribesmen are good at planting and fishing, and the patriarch actually wants everyone to burn pottery, isn't this a joke?

But that's what it's really like. Because the divine messenger would make pottery, she was going to teach these tribesmen.

After the patriarch conveyed this proposition of the oracle, the loyalty of the tribesmen increased by ten points again! In the course of several days, everyone's loyalty rose to forty or fifty.

Qian Duoduo used all the happiness points and loyalty points he got to exchange for seeds.

I don't care about those things with the machine spirits, they were originally hers, and they are now in one interest. The machine spirit said that it could give a lot of money to get some advanced cultivation exercises, of course, it was not free. The little belongings that Qian Duoduo worked hard to save were almost swallowed by the machine spirit, but it didn't work if he didn't provide for it, and Qian Duoduo still wanted to go home with it.