"Eat slowly, there is still in the pot after eating, such a big gray rabbit tribe, you can still eat this bite!"

Facing the group of natives in front of him who were eager to bury their entire heads in the big bowl, Song Yong assured with a kind face.

At this moment, there are more than fifty people from the Puer tribe.

All moved to the Grey Rabbit Tribe, the cave where the fire dwells.

Around that warm fire, a meal of unprecedented abundance was beginning: a thick layer of oil flowers floated and a broth with a lot of refined salt.

Anyway, what else is there to ask in person, these natives who are responsible for preparing coal back and forth every day.

It is more clear to understand the specific difficulties that arise in the process of struggling to go back and forth in the wild in such a temperature of minus 30 degrees during the day.

And what kind of help is it to solve their urgent needs.

Based on this purpose, after Song Yong rescued the boy from the Puer tribe, he sent an invitation to the seemingly hungry tribal leader to have dinner together.

Of course, just taking their tribal leader to eat for a meal, Song Yong couldn't do it.

Song Yong invited all the fifty or so people from the Puer tribe who came to help this time, except for the still unconscious ash, to the cave.

How about inviting these 50 or so people to have a meal together?

It doesn't seem to take much food, and I can learn more detailed information and hear more detailed advice from more people's mouths.

However, not long after saying this, Song Yong regretted it a little.

That's because of the two-pot broth of more than 100 catties, when they are about to bottom out, these guys who don't know how long they haven't eaten a full meal seem to have a strong fighting ability.

If you don't have two more pots of broth, these natives can completely wipe it out without any pressure.

It's not that Song Yong is reluctant to eat the food, but he is strongly worried that these natives will drink the broth and die alive.

As for the indigenous boy Gray, Song Yong had already asked Gardenia to come over with a bowl of broth to help take care of it temporarily......

After a dinner that frightened Song Yong, Song Yong began to chat with these people purposefully.

Before that, he handed out a cigarette with soft white sand to the natives of the Puer tribe who had just finished dinner and were holding their stomachs.

And when he was smoking, Song Yong noticed a small detail that he had ignored before.

After eating a hot meal, these people were still a little reluctant to let themselves move away from the position next to the fire.

Even the bodies on the body are tightly wrapped in animal skins of various colors, even different sizes.

Even at this time, on their foreheads, there were basically a layer of quite fine beads of sweat on their foreheads without exception.

They were also reluctant to take off those messy animal skins.

Song Yong can guess the reason why they do this:

It should be such a group of people, who have been frozen too much recently, so they are reluctant to give any chance to absorb and preserve their body temperature.

Therefore, before these people's chatter began, Song Yong knew it faintly.

In the process of carrying mines back and forth on a daily basis, these people may encounter great difficulties that may be more difficult than they imagined.

Sure enough, with the leader of the Puer tribe as the mainstay, and the others chattered with the help of the narration.

successfully showed a picture in front of Song Yong:

It was a journey of blood, tears, pain, and even death.

In the heaven and earth, under the white of silver, some small insects like ugly insects are gritting their teeth and moving forward step by step.

Maybe if you walk and walk, you will fall to the ground and you won't be able to get up.

Relying on such efforts and hardships, the flames in the huge new craftsman area of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, the numerous iron-making furnaces and iron-making furnaces, have persisted and never been extinguished.

It also makes the creation of various iron tools, and there has never been a shortage of raw materials.

It can be said that the birth of every piece of cold iron during this period is inseparable from the dedication of thousands of natives.

Even if in the process, they lack food and clothing.

Even so far, the number of natives who died of exhaustion and froze due to fatigue and injuries. It has also remained at a double-digit level.

But Song Yong knew that if he continued like this, the number of deaths would soon reach three digits.

Even four digits are not impossible......

This small talk with the Puer tribe after the meal lasted for two hours, during which half of Song Yong's soft white sand cigarettes were consumed.

It can be regarded as letting Song Yong understand all the difficulties of the mine personnel in every detail.

It was because I was thinking about these people, after resting for a night today, I would set off for the Cangyan tribe tomorrow and start a difficult journey.

Song Yongcai let these people go away and let them go back to rest.

The nests that had been urgently excavated outside the new artisan district at the foot of the hill may have been cramped and cramped, but warm enough.

Again, Song Yong put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette with soft white sand.

Today, in terms of smoking, he completely violated his original oath, which was an oath to smoke no more than five cigarettes in a day.

There is no way! The current situation of the natives who carry the mines is really too miserable.

Even if they don't belong to the Grey Rabbit tribe, they don't fall under their direct leadership.

But no matter how you say it, it is also a living life, out of awe of life, for a gun that is more than ten dollars in the modern plane, giving a small life of his own, which really makes him unbearable.

In this way, Song Yong violated his original oath.

Smoking cigarettes one by one, in the constant smoke, it is as difficult as having a child to hold back the relevant methods.

When a pack of newly opened cigarettes left only a few ideas, Song Yong also had a little idea.

For this reason, he stood up and planned to walk out of the cave, bring Ji, the logistics director, over to talk, and arrange his own ideas.

At least, Song Yong thinks that the most important point will be implemented tonight.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, he saw the toothless creature holding a musket, pretending to be gesturing in the snow.

Suddenly, Song Yong knew that there was no need to bother to find thistle, and let the man of the Ji family convey it on his behalf, and the effect should be the same.

"Come now!"

Song Yong waved at his cheap brother-in-law.

As soon as he heard Song Yong's greeting, he immediately rushed towards the cave where Song Yong was, and ran over with a smoke.

The main reason is that he thinks that Brother Yong, if he doesn't have the good things of the Huaxia tribe, he has to take care of himself in private.

What kind of person is he?

Because of his sister-in-law's gardenia, I believe that Brother Yong must be more important than those guys, and it is not reasonable to give some good things in private.

However, when the rush came over.

Poor wilderness, but from the mouth of Brother Yong, he heard a message that almost made him desperate:

Immediately let all the tribesmen, hand over all the leggings, including the one they were wearing, to the natives who carried the mines.

"Why? Can you leave one? ”

Ridiculously asked, because those beautiful leggings were his life, and the treasure he cherished the most was as important as his mother-in-law's thistle.

Brother Yong's reason was to make Huang almost cry:

"There's no why, it's just that those of you who can work in a warm room need it more than you who can work in a warm room, and do it right away, it's not negotiable. ”