"Bang, bang......"

The faint mist of the early morning had not completely dissipated, and there were several explosions from inside the Qingque tribe.

This is the unwilling wail of the bamboo that has completely dried up in the burning flames.

"Let's go!"

Han Cheng held a bone shovel in his hand, dug out the first piece of soil, and shouted at the crowd.

In the sound of firecrackers from time to time, his voice actually seemed a little mysterious or solemn.

With his command, everyone who had already prepared immediately moved their hands towards the quiet land.

The stone skulls and bone shovels danced one after another, and the ground, which had been planned by the rope in advance, soon became unrecognizable.

Han Cheng, who dug the first bone shovel, after working for a while, withdrew from the labor ranks with the bone shovel, and changed from a worker to a person who watched others work.

Compared with Han Chengchu's arrival, the current Qingque tribe has a lot more rules.

Most of this was actively guided by him, not too deliberately, and everything seemed to fall into place.

In this step-by-step, the people of the Qingque tribe did not feel anything wrong, but felt that it should be so.

For example, when the house was built, Han Cheng, the god son, broke the ground, which is also a ritual-like thing extended by Han Cheng.

In many cases, things like this seem to be commonplace, but in fact, after a long time, they play a huge role.

To put it bluntly, this is a way he uses to strengthen and assert his position.

Wu who was walking around with a rabbit, as long as Han Cheng and Senior Brother were there, he was mostly happy.

Laughing, ten years less, although this sentence is not particularly accurate, but Wu does look younger than before, and the whole person's spirit is good.

Of course he was happy, because after the Son of God came, everything in the tribe was changing at a speed that he couldn't have imagined before, and he was going farther and farther on the road to prosperity and strength.

In the face of a better and better tribe, he was naturally in a very good mood.

As for some of the methods adopted by the Son of God, he saw some of them, but he never felt that there was anything wrong with them.

This old primitive man who is dedicated to the sake of the tribe does not have any desire to fight for power and profit, and in his opinion, the Son of God should be treated like this.

When Wu hugged the rabbit and looked at the blue brick wall that had laid the foundation and was some distance from the ground, the leader of the Green Tribe looked worried.

He squatted on the stone, looking at the empty salt jar, and his whole body was weak.

The salt shaker was cleaner than his face.

It's nonsense, it's been washed three times, and it's weird if it's not clean.

But even so, after a while, the leader of the Green Tribe poured some more water into it and washed it for the fourth time.

He held the salt shaker and shook it seriously, and after a while, he carefully poured a little water into the bowl and stirred it, and couldn't wait to take a sip.

However, the soup was no different from before, and there was no taste of salt at all.

The leader of the Green Tribe let out a long sigh of amazement, and barely finished the food in his hand without a match.

Looking up at the rest of the tribe, they all looked like him, and they didn't seem to have much appetite.

After more than two years of unscrupulous salt eating, it is really torturous to let them return to the days without salt now.

It is not only the stomach and intestines that suffer, but also their bodies, and many people feel that they do not have the strength and energy they used to have.

They are not stupid, thinking of the strength they have become after eating salt for a period of time before, and thinking about the current state, they can naturally understand that this is because they have not eaten salt.

As Han Cheng had expected before, it would be unbearable for many people who were accustomed to being fierce after eating salt to return to their previous state of being hollowed out.

“￥#%！ @！ ”

Eventually, some of the tribe could not take it anymore and began to speak, wanting their leader to go to the rich tribe in exchange for some salt to come back and eat.

“￥34@！”

Some followed.

The rest of the people did not speak, but they all looked at the leader expectantly.

The leader of the Green Tribe himself wanted to exchange, but he still had trouble making up his mind when he remembered that there were not too many animal skins and other food in the tribe.

“￥%3……”

He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva to reassure everyone......

The leader of the Green Tribe walked out of the cave and walked slowly around the tribe, his eyes searching for the grass, and landing on the weeds that could produce many ears of grass.

This was not the first time he had come to see this weed, and after learning that it could be exchanged for something in that tribe, he took these humble weeds seriously.

Especially after the wealthy tribe announced that salt was no longer available for free, his visits to the weed became more frequent.

In the past, there were many such weeds around the tribe, but in the past two years, the number has begun to decline sharply.

This year, it's even less pitiful, not even half of last year's half.

Seeing that the number of wild grasses was decreasing, and there were no ears of wild grass, the leader of the green tribe felt very uncomfortable.

My tribe has been cut off for several days, why haven't these weeds set ears yet?

Not only does it not bear ears, but it doesn't even grow in size, so it's like this today, and it's still like this tomorrow.

It's really nerve-wracking.

Thinking like this in his heart, the hand of the leader of the green tribe involuntarily fell on a weed.

Why can't you grow taller?

He was anxious, holding the weeds and involuntarily lifting them up.

It had just rained in the past two days, and the soil was relatively moist, so he didn't use much effort, and the weeds were loosened.

The leader of the green tribe felt the sensation coming from his hand, looked down, and was suddenly pleasantly surprised to find that this weed, which was not growing tall, suddenly rose a lot higher after his own stroke.

The leader of the green tribe, who was trapped in salt and was eager to exchange the ears of wild grass for salt, stared at this spike of wild grass that had raised so many ears of wild grass at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help laughing.

He came to another weed, bent down, and in the same way, lifted it up, and the weed immediately lifted it up considerably......

The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the leader of the Green Tribe, who was tired and had some back pain, looked at the weeds that were swaying in the evening breeze and were obviously much taller, and couldn't help but smile and praise his wit.

Such a good way can make yourself think that you are too smart!

“￥%3#2！”

When he returned to the cave, he beat his chest and announced to the crowd that it would not be long before they would be able to exchange the ears of wild grass for salt......