The people of the Gray Rabbit tribe found a small stream almost five miles away from the entrance of the canyon.

Then, the silt in the creek that had accumulated over an unknown number of years was suddenly devastated.

One rattan basket after another, after a circle of banana leaves was placed around the bottom, and the natives wielding sapper shovels were loaded with baskets full of silt.

The baskets were then carried by the natives.

I walked nearly seven or eight miles on my back and came to the middle of the canyon.

Before the silt in the rattan basket arrived, the middle of the canyon had been cleared out of patches, large and small, and there was no regular clearing around it.

The mud that had been transported with great difficulty was spread on these open spaces one by one.

Then, naturally, it was spread out in the open space at a thickness of about 10 centimeters, and then there were natives holding small wooden planks and carefully scraping the surface of the silt.

Whenever a vacant lot is filled, a high ridge is made at the edge to stop the future flow of salt water.

Of course, it does not mean that after such a ridge is made, a suitable salt pan is considered to be completed.

The main thing is that these water-filled silt mud, when the sun in the sky is dried, the flat surface will be due to lack of water, dry cracks, and many cracks will appear.

It was only after several repairs that the salt water could be stopped from seeping into the ground.

However, in comparison, the amount of repair work will be much smaller than it is now.

And even if the salt pan is used like this, there is no guarantee that the salt water on it will not seep into the ground at all, but as long as most of it can be retained, Song Yong will be very satisfied......

I don't know if it's because of the high mood of the people in the tribe.

With the most primitive tools they have at hand, as well as a fully humanized shoulder carry.

After three days in a row, there were 19 salt pans, large and small, that were forcibly built by them.

The area of all the salt pans, if all added together, can be about five or six acres wide.

That night, the group returned to the cave where they lived, and after hurriedly eating the dinner prepared by the left-behind women, the natives began to get busy without Song Yong's greeting.

They planned to clean their stone bowls and hurry up to complete the washing prescribed by Brother Yong.

Then, naturally, they began to go to bed early, because if they did not have enough rest for the heavy physical work during the day, even their strong physical fitness would be a little unbearable.

At this time, their Brother Yong intertwined all the people.

Then he shouted loudly, and gave an order that surprised everyone: "Okay! It's okay to sleep late today, and you won't have to continue building salt pans from tomorrow." ”

As soon as they heard this, the primitive natives were not happy.

In the first second, the hooligan who was still squatting on the ground and smoking his butt was like a spring on his buttocks, and he suddenly bounced up three feet high.

With incomparably excited emotions, he shouted loudly:

"Brother Yong, don't! Everyone is actually not tired at all now, I see that there are still a lot of open spaces in the canyon, why don't we build salt pans for a few more days! It is better to build salt pans on all the open land. ”

The rest of the tribe spoke, though not at this time.

However, at this moment, they looked at Song Yong's pleading expression, and they all explained the same meaning:

As long as more salt pans can be built so that they can get more salt in the future, they will not be afraid of no matter how hard and tired they are.

Where you know the tribe, you will dislike the salt in your hands will be too much, even if you can't eat so much, you can take it out and exchange it for something else!

However, the subsequent words from their Yong brother's mouth immediately calmed down the fiery emotions in their hearts.

Song Yong pointed at them with his finger, with an expression on his face that I don't rarely scold you.

A series of questions came out of his mouth: "What's the use of more salt fields? You boar heads don't want to think about how much brine can be produced for you all day and night with such a spring water the size of peeing?"

Looking at a silent expression, Song Yong added:

"Do whatever you have to do, heretle, a few of your captains, and all the slaves are out of the cave, I have something to announce to you......"

A few minutes later, seventy-nine slaves, young and old, stood honestly in the open space at the entrance of the cave, in a queue of adults in front and cubs behind.

At this moment, they are apprehensive, welcoming the fate they do not know in the future.

Because of the next war between the Gray Rabbit Tribe and the Glossy Bone Tribe, they naturally knew about it from the discussions of the members of the Gray Rabbit Tribe on weekdays.

What they don't know is what they will do before the war.

Will each person be given a crude, tattered weapon to be used as cannon fodder during the battle, driven to launch the first attack?

Or are some of these unlucky eggs, who were picked out before the war, and will be killed as sacrifices, and then sacrificed to the Flame and Ancestral Spirits of the Grey Rabbit Tribe?

Although in the last twenty years, there have been fewer and fewer human sacrifices.

But who knows, in order to please their fire and the power of the ancestors, in order to obtain the protection of the greater power of the ancestral spirits, the gray rabbit tribe will do such a thing?

But even so, they still did not dare to resist in any way.

Because even if the above happens, some of them may be lucky to survive, but if they resist, there is no way for anyone here to survive.

Most importantly, their courage has been completely lost at the moment when the tribe perished and the fire of the tribe was extinguished.

While the slaves were waiting for the verdict of fate, there were not many people in front of them, except for the leader Brother Yong, who was the high-ranking people such as thistle and gangster.

Instinctively, the slaves bowed their heads respectfully and looked at the soles of their feet.

The main thing is that during their lives as slaves, countless facts have long told them that if they anger the official members of the tribe, they will be greeted with a severe beating.

And the reason why Song Yong summoned these slaves was mainly to unify the minds of all the tribes before the big war, and face the strong enemy with all his might.

Among them, these bought slaves are included.

Even in the hearts of this guy from the modern plane, who has been educated for many years, there is actually no idea that slaves are inferior, so depending on the time, the food supply between the two sides is not much different.

It's just because I'm worried about the huge opinions of the members of the Gray Rabbit tribe that I plan to give these slaves a relatively lenient condition that they can be turned positive.

There was no superfluous nonsense at all, and Song Yong directly said what he meant:

"From to-morrow onwards, all the old men and the little cubs will be moved to live in the valley, and those men will be responsible for all the salt drying in the future, and I promise you that after a year of your work, those who work hard will have the opportunity to join the tribe. ”

"All the men of the age will be left behind, and they will be trained in the infantry phalanx from tomorrow, and after the same year, or after the battle will be able to join the tribe. ”

"Now, tell me what you think. In the end, Song Yong said.

What can these tiny slaves think?

They knelt respectfully on the ground under the leadership of an old man named Qiang, and even kissed the ground under their feet, because it was the place where Brother Yong had trampled on, and they offered their greatest respect in the most humble way.

At this time, under the light of pine oil torches, the owner of a small barbecue restaurant in Shencheng was as majestic as a king.