"Say, do the lion tribes still have meat? I hope they will give me a bowl of broth to drink, so that I can come back to life!" the snake tribal patriarch licked his chapped lips, and did the same as the sui tribal chief, grabbing a handful of snow and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Yes. I think they'll give us a piece of meat to eat, after all, when they sent someone to our tribe last year, I invited them to eat meat!" said the Spider Tribe Patriarch with infinite longing, "The Lion Tribe is still very hospitable. ”

As he spoke, they suddenly laughed miserably, laughing so much that tears flowed out, and they bent down with laughter, squatting on the ground with their stomachs in their arms, their stomachs were as uncomfortable as a fire, and they were so uncomfortable that they curled up into a shrimp.

Taking advantage of the rest time, the warriors were digging and peeling the bark of trees to get something to eat.

They lit a pile of hay, put some pieces of wood on it, lit a fire, and boiled the bark of the trees in a stone pot they had brought. Dozens of tribesmen, whose clothes were tattered and covered in blood, surrounded the pots of water as if waiting for a big meal.

"Actually, we all know that the lion tribe has nothing to eat. But it doesn't matter, as long as we reach the lion tribe, we can unite all the tribesmen, select the strongest warriors, go out of the mountains, and exchange food with the free people. What we have is gold and silver, but unfortunately we can't spend it in this mountain. The patriarch of the snake tribe threw a piece of jade to the ground with a "snap", smashed it, and kicked it a few times hard, laughing like crazy, "I can't eat it, I can't exchange it for things, I own a jade mine, but I'm so poor that I can't afford to eat." Hahaha!"

"Alright, don't complain. If you have a life to spend it, you are afraid that you will not come back. We have been living in the mountains for hundreds of years and thousands of years, and it is because we seem to be poor that no one has come to attack our idea, and if people outside know that gold and silver treasures can be dug up in the mountains, it will not be far from the destruction of the tribe. The Spider Tribe patriarch advised.

He was afraid that the snake tribesmen would be impulsive, so he took a large piece of jade and ran out of the mountain to exchange food, this is not good, they must be stopped!

The patriarch of the Li tribe also sighed: "You still have to trade materials, such as animal skins and bones, which are not very noticeable. In previous years, when I really couldn't survive, I also used this method, so as not to attract the devil outside the mountain because of impulsiveness. ”

"Yes, although there is an order from the lord that those nobles and commoners do not dare to go into the mountains to catch savages, if there are enough benefits, who can guarantee that those people will not take risks?"

"It would be nice if we could dedicate the resources we found to the lord, and perhaps we would be pardoned. I don't have high requirements, as long as the tribe is organized into the mining team and mines for the lord, so that we can eat enough, not be displaced, and avoid the crimes of our ancestors, I am already grateful to Dade!" The patriarch of the spider tribe said sincerely, "The crimes committed by our ancestors back then were actually not serious, and when they encountered the amnesty of the world, they could be pardoned!"

"Then you are really lucky!" said the Su tribal patriarch with great envy, "your ancestors are locals, they have not been in the mountains for a long time, and they still have the opportunity to be pardoned. But our tribe fled from outside, and our ancestors were from the Rain Country, and even if we encountered amnesty, we could not become free people in the Bicang Dynasty. If only there was a way to hide my identity. ”

"It's useless to say that. The lord is like a goshawk flying in the sky, how can he see the ants under the sky? We can't even enter the city, and we may be captured if we run into the village, so let's think about how to live. As if he had no strength, the patriarch of the snake tribe lay down directly in the snowdrift and poured a basin of cold water on them.

"Let's go, drink a bowl of hot water, and continue on our way. The patriarch of the spider tribe gritted his teeth, took a bowl of boiled snow bark from the warrior, and drank it all!

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