The Flying Eagle Tribe is located on a mountain cliff in the upper reaches of the Baiyin River.

Hurrying at full speed, Rao is beast type is a little unbearable, but in the jungle, no one dares to relax. Seeing that the sun was gradually turning westward, Jiang Qing was full of interest at the beginning, and finally collapsed on the back of the wolf ink.

Several times, Jiang Qing couldn't help but want to ask, is it almost there?

The words came to his mouth and swallowed again, and suddenly felt that the speed of Wolf Mo had slowed down, Jiang Qing got up and asked, "Wolf Ink, is it almost there?" ”

It was getting dark, and it was approaching dusk.

Jiang Qing's words had just ended, but when he saw that everyone had regained their human form, they stood still.

"When you arrive, the cliff in front of you is where the Flying Eagle Tribe lives." Wolf Mo said.

This time they were very smooth, avoiding the wild beasts and not being attacked. All the way to the Flying Eagle Tribe, a little earlier than the budget.

Obviously, it has to do with the mentality of the crowd!

"This is the Eagle Cliff, the place where my tribe lives. On this side of the hill grew golden trees, no, sugar maple trees and milk trees, you said. Yingjie pointed to a small path on the left.

According to Jiang Qing's meaning, they changed the name of the golden tree to the sugar maple tree, and at the same time they were very interested in the sugar in Jiang Qing's mouth!

In particular, when they heard Jiang Qing say that sugar is made from the sap of the sugar maple tree, they were very happy. They usually collect the sap of the sugar maple tree, but most of them eat it directly.

Listening to Jiang Qing's meaning, it can be made into other things.

The sugar maple tree and milk tree of the Flying Eagle Tribe are not as good as the ash tree of the White Water Tribe, and even if it is a clan exchange meeting, the clan does not pay much attention to the Flying Eagle Tribe.

When the wolf Moti yì formed an alliance, Yingjie was a little apprehensive, although the Chasing Wind tribe had nothing special, but its strength was the strongest. Moreover, Tianyun dared to make trouble in the clan back then, and finally left calmly, which other tribes could not imagine.

Therefore, although the Wind Chaser tribe did not have anything to handle, no one dared to underestimate it in the Forest of Death. Moreover, Wolf Mo is recognized as the number one warrior of the four major tribes, which is worth more than one qiē.

"Yingjie, you have people go back to the tribe to prepare for the relocation, and we will go and see the sugar maple tree and the milk tree. By the way, we prepared the food for the evening, and after dinner, we set off immediately, and tried to rush back early. Wolf Mo said methodically.

Although he and Jiang Qing did not return to the tribe, the matter was explained one by one. Let the mother set about arranging for the tribesmen to pack and store food.

Yingjie nodded, turned around and called the man behind him, explained a few words, and asked the others to go back to the tribe to prepare for the time being, while he took Wolf Mo and Jiang Qing into the sheep intestine path and walked towards the mountains and forests.

This is the hunting area of the Flying Eagle Tribe, and there are basically no wild beasts.

Even if he encounters it, with the skills of wolf ink, he will naturally not be bothered to do it.

The three of them walked for about 15 minutes, and suddenly their eyes suddenly opened up, and the leaves of the sugar maple tree gradually turned red and red in the dry season, which was very beautiful!

On the other side of the sugar maple tree, there were dozens of milk trees growing bustlingly, Jiang Qing withdrew his eyes from the sugar maple tree, approached the milk tree and observed carefully.

"Patriarch Yingjie, do you have any saplings for the milk tree?" Jiang Qing asked. The name of the Sovella tree was too complicated, and Jiang Qing decided that it would be more appropriate to call it a milk tree, and the ash tree of the Baishui tribe can be planted with rhizomes to survive.

I don't know how to plant this milk tree?

"Yes, but as soon as the sapling is removed from the soil, it will wither in a day." Yingjie said distressedly, "The tribe has collected a lot of sugar maple saplings, but why can't the saplings of the milk tree be transplanted?" ”

"The milk tree doesn't bear fruit?" Jiang Qing stroked the milk bag of the milk tree, leaned closer, and faintly smelled the fragrance of milk, accompanied by a faint fishy smell.

"Fruit, the fruit tribe has collected a lot." Yingjie nodded. The sugar maple and milk trees are the lifeblood of the tribe, and when hunting is not possible during the dry season, they rely on the sap collected from the sugar maple tree and the sap of the milk tree to survive the dry season.

Hearing this, Jiang Qing nodded. If you really can't transplant a milk tree, at least bring more fruit, and maybe you can plant a milk tree by then.

"By the way, Patriarch Yingjie, how did you collect the saplings?" Jiang Qing suddenly thought of a key question. Then, his eyes were fixed on Yingjie.

Yingjie said: "Dig up the saplings and put them away, what's wrong?" ”

"Dig it out, put it away?" Jiang Qing was dumbfounded, she heard it right?

"That's right!" Yingjie was confused, stiffened and was glared at by Jiang Qing several times. Awkwardly touched his nose and looked at Wolf Mo.

Wolf Mo stood quietly, ignoring Ying Jie's embarrassment.

Actually, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Yingjie, and he still had a bit of appreciation. The Flying Eagle Tribe is good, and it even knows how to plant. No one in the Chasing Wind tribe has thought about this problem, it may have something to do with the tribal environment, and there is no shortage of food near the Chasing Wind tribe.

Although the dry season is a little tougher, no one has ever gone hungry during the rainy season.

"What's wrong!" Jiang Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes, sure enough, she shouldn't have too much expectation of the people here, "Mo, come here and dig out this milk sapling, be careful not to hurt the rhizome, and dig out the soil near the sapling......"

Jiang Qing called Wolf Mo and motioned for Wolf Mo to carefully handle the saplings of the milk tree.

On the side, Yingjie observed carefully.

"Jiang Qing, why do you want to dig out the soil together?" Yingjie asked curiously.

Jiang Qing said: "I am really amazed by the vitality of the sugar maple tree, it is still alive without soil. She didn't know how to explain the carbon dioxide in the soil, air, and she said something like this.

Yingjie said that the Flying Eagle Tribe began to prepare for migration half a month ago, which means that the saplings of the sugar maple tree have been unearthed for half a month. I didn't die for half a month, and I have to say that the sugar maple tree has strong vitality and is resistant to fire. Obviously, the saplings of these milk trees are very delicate and will wither one day after they are excavated.

Yingjie was not stupid, although he didn't understand the meaning of Jiang Qing's words, he quickly reacted and said, "What you mean is that as long as you dig together with the soil, we can take away the saplings of the milk tree." ”

"It should work!" Jiang Qing nodded, but she wasn't sure how long she could live.

Seeing Jiang Qing nodding, Yingjie followed the method she taught Wolf Mo, skillfully began to look for the saplings of the milk tree, and began to dig up.

After a while, the two dug up nearly 20 trees, some large and some small.

They are all carefully placed, and each milk tree sapling has a large cloud of dirt left behind.

"There are no larger leaves, wrap the soil on the rhizomes of the milk tree saplings in leaves, so that it is easy to hold." Jiang Qing looked around a few times, but couldn't find a suitable leaf.

At this time, the sunset on the horizon sank below the horizon.

"I'm going to look for ......," Yingjie ran out in a hurry.

After a while, he ran back, holding a large stack of leaves, all the size of a washbasin. At this moment, Yingyun also came over with a group of people.

From afar, after seeing Jiang Qing clearly, he waved his hand vigorously.

Suddenly, facing the cold gaze of Wolf Mo, he suddenly stiffened his body, and he didn't dare to speak. A twisted face and forgot how to say hello.