After completing the tour of the forging workshop, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Yong, who didn't have time to eat a bite of lunch, was going to eat something casually to fill his somewhat hungry stomach.

It's just that after coming out of the forging workshop, Song Yong thought in the center of the inexplicable and had a strange idea.

"Six fingers, what is ninety-seven plus fifty-two?"

In the coldness, Song Yong followed behind his buttocks, intending to send the respected Brother Yong away from the six fingers in the craftsman area, and asked like this.

The unusually abrupt question seemed to make the little old man of Six Fingers a little confused.

What made poor Six Fingers even more confused was that there was an answer to this question, and it was obvious that the question that Brother Yong asked casually was quite difficult for him.

Instinctively, the six fingers took a deep breath, and put on a rather solemn look on their faces.

That dignified appearance is like a bathing worker in a bathhouse, meeting a guest who has not taken a bath for many years, and it is a big job that needs to be faced with spirit.

In fact, it was also like this, and then the six fingers sat on the ground under Song Yong's sight.

Such a big move made Song Yong a little dumbfounded.

And until the six fingers fiddled with the ten fingers at the same time, and the ten toes of the feet.

Song Yong finally understood that with the help of these fingers and toes, this thing tried to calculate the difficult problem he gave.

At least five minutes passed, just when Song Yong was about to tell the goods to give up.

Six Fingers finally stopped, fiddling with his pitiful fingers and toes, and finally carefully gave an answer:

"Brother Yong, I figured it out, it should be two hundred and nine, right?"

After hearing this somewhat outrageously wrong answer, Song Yong instantly hugged his head, and he knew that he didn't seem to be able to eat.

Hurry up and take stock in the warehouse, it's only right to have an inventory of all kinds of weapons......

To be honest, in fact, the mathematical ability of the little old man of Six Fingers seems to be the top in the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

Because it seems that in the primitive era plane, at least in the aborigines of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, Song Yong has not found any mathematical concepts at all.

Even the simplest kind, such as addition and subtraction within a hundred.

Their statistics on materials are still stuck in the most primitive means of counting them one by one.

If the number of things they need to count is too large, they still need to count so many times, mainly because they worry about counting the wrong number.

Even so, among the thousands of people in the entire Gray Rabbit Tribe, it seems that there are no more than ten people who can count from one to a hundred.

As one of the best six fingers, Song Yong was basically relieved about him counting.

But all this, after he casually asked a question, he was very worried, worried that this goods would count the wrong amount of materials in stock.

When the time came to really issue weapons, it was not a huge joke to find that there were not so many numbers.

After an inventory of the weapons in stock, Song Yong breathed a sigh of relief.

I found that the six fingers really remembered it very clearly, or maybe the goods must have been counted several times, and the number of those weapons could not be said to be quite accurate.

But the difference is in the gun head, there are six less.

There are more than 30 iron arrowheads in the largest number, and in the other species, there are basically no single-digit errors.

Such an error is still within his acceptable range.

But even so, he still had some lingering palpitations in his heart.

Let the subordinates who can do such a simple addition and subtraction are responsible for the daily management and trading of the gray rabbit tribe.

God knows how much he lost in the time he had.

That's not right, because the object of trading with them is the highest level of mathematics like six fingers, and maybe they will earn a little.

It's just that it doesn't matter if it's earned or lost.

Song Yong knew that it was necessary to train his high-level leaders, and he didn't care about things that were too advanced for the time being, but the addition and subtraction formulas should always need to be popularized.

After counting the weapons in stock, Song Yong also counted the armor in the corner of the warehouse by the way.

It's just that after counting the armor in stock, he feels that there is still quite a problem in terms of armor.

There are all kinds of leather armor in the warehouse, the number of which is as many as these fifty-six pieces, and there are also thirty stab-proof suits, which are enough for the thirty personnel that the Gray Rabbit Tribe needs to send this time.

The problem is that only a small part of the leather armor is made of durable cowhide.

The other leather armor with a larger number was sewn out of wild boar skin and deer skin, and Song Yong was a little dissatisfied with these leather armor with inferior protection.

Besides, there will be an even bigger battle in late spring next year.

At that time, the Gray Rabbit Tribe will need to dispatch at least 300 warriors, and according to the limited leather armor in the tribe at present, Song Yong thinks that the old nose is far behind.

At this moment, he missed the crocodiles, the thick and resilient skin of those things.

When used to make leather armor, it seems to be better than cowhide.

Unfortunately, the crocodiles have not returned since last winter, where they migrated somewhere......

When the inventory was completed from the warehouse, Song Yong came out.

I was still thinking about the crocodiles that were still everywhere on the edge of the big lake last year, imagining that crocodile skin could be used to make high-quality leather armor, and crocodile meat could be used to make several delicacies.

Suddenly, a hurried figure rushed into the city gate.

Although he didn't remember the young man's name, Song Yong remembered that he was a member of the fishing team, and it seemed that his name was Che.

After looking left and right, Che discovered Song Yong's existence.

Originally, he was still a little flustered, but suddenly as if he had found the backbone, he hurriedly trotted straight towards Song Yong's location.

Unfortunately, as soon as he reached the edge of the artisan quarter, he was stopped by someone.

Because according to the high-level leaders under Song Yong, it can be regarded as a unanimous consensus: everything in the artisan area is strictly confidential, and even the official members of the tribe cannot approach without permission.

So, Che jumped to his feet in the artisan area and shouted:

"Brother Yong, it's not good! Something happened to them. ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong immediately became nervous, he didn't care about telling Che, a person who couldn't speak, that his brother Yong was very good at the moment.

At the guards, he hurriedly shouted: "Put that kid in." ”

Later, in the midst of running all the way, Song Yong knew what happened to them:

How bold and prolific are people!

No, it should be that after Tuo got on the raft, he still vomited a little bit, and with this time floating in the water every day, his courage has become fat.

Originally, they were on the lake today, holding a bamboo raft to fish.

In just one and a half mornings, under the busy work of three bamboo rafts and five fishing nets, there was already a rich harvest of more than 1,000 catties of fish.

It was precisely because of this that the leader of Taku's fishing team began to float a little.

In the last month or so, this cargo has been a little tired of the nearby piece of unchanged water, and he actually wants to take two people to take a bamboo raft to a farther place on the lake to have a look.

So, he left most of his men to continue fishing.

Tuo himself, on the other hand, set out for a new bamboo raft and headed for a deeper water.

Even when this thing left, he shouted for the others to cook a little more wild vegetable and fish broth when they stewed food at noon, waiting for him to come back and eat.

Then, at noon, while the other members of the fishing team were having lunch, they could not wait for Takuto to return.

In this situation, it was not until it was almost dark that Che Cai, who found out that something was wrong, ran back and reported the unfortunate news......