Early the next morning, just after dawn, the closed cave mouth of the Donkey tribe was opened from leaving.

The four leaders of the Teng Snake Tribe walked out of it with the people of the Teng Snake Tribe.

Yesterday's good food, drink and sleep swept away all their tiredness, and they became extra energetic at this time.

They took their weapons and set off in good spirits.

They were accompanied by two people from the donkey tribe who were injured and did not run away.

The two people of the Donkey Tribe, the people of the Teng Snake Tribe, led the way in front and went straight in one direction, and this direction was the Qingque Tribe.

“&￥#！”

The four leaders of the Teng Snake tribe thought that the people of the two donkey tribes were walking too slowly, and they walked over a few feet.

He couldn't wait to go to that tribe and grab all the precious pottery and salt, but these two people were grinding like this.

The two donkey tribesmen, who were filled with fear, could only endure the pain on their bodies and speed up to bring these murderous people to the rich tribe.

The mood of the four leaders of the Teng Snake Tribe became happy again.

Originally, he thought that the matter of pottery and salt would be like this, but he didn't expect that he would ask for other news from these people's mouths.

Because of the different languages, he basically couldn't understand what these people said, but one thing he understood very clearly was that the salt and pottery owned by this tribe were obtained from another tribe.

So he set out early this morning with his men to bring down the tribe that had salt and pottery.

If he took all the salt and pottery of that tribe and brought it back to the tribe, he would definitely be greatly appreciated by Wu.

As for whether that tribe was difficult to conquer and whether it was very powerful, these four leaders of the Teng Snake Tribe did not consider it at all.

From as long as he could remember, he had never seen a tribe more powerful than the Teng Snake Tribe.

There is no tribe that the Teng Snake Tribe can't break.

It doesn't matter which tribe owns pottery and salt, it doesn't matter to him, because he will break it and snatch it away.

When he thought about it with such ambition, he deliberately ignored the tribe that had caused him a great loss.

That tribe was just an accident, there were many tribes in this land, it couldn't be so coincidental, they had strange caves, and they could also have precious pottery and table salt......

The sun was shining, and in a clearing among the trees, the leader of the donkey tribe and eight other people from the donkey tribe sat here dejectedly.

Most of them were wounded, wounded, frightened, and tired...... All sorts of things piled up on them, and they all became extremely depressed.

The leader of the donkey tribe sat against a tree, staring blankly at the ground.

From yesterday to now, everything that happened suddenly made him in a trance.

His tribe was ruined like this, and he led people to work hard for so long, and finally made the tribe prosperous, and watched the tribe seem to be like a day by day......

However, all of this was destroyed in this way.

All of this is like a dream, a dream that people don't want to touch.

The lively child's body was pierced and slowly bleeding to the ground, the familiar people of the tribe fell to the ground, their eyes lost color, and the people screamed in panic and despair, leaving the four wounded tribesmen who blocked the enemy......

It was all constantly circling in his mind, making his mood swing a lot.

Go back to those evil people and fight hard, kill them, and save the living tribesmen.

Such a thought appeared in his heart more than once, and even a few times he took the remaining few people back a distance, but in the end, he still sat down with the people in a gloomy manner, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

Because he knew that even if he went back, it would be useless, they were no match for that tribe.

So many people are dead, and they go back in time, and there will be no more results than the last people of the tribe being buried together.

Time passed slowly, the sun gradually set in the west, and the leader of the donkey tribe, whose arms were swollen and no longer bleeding, was silent for a while, and then suddenly stood up from the ground.

A feeling of weakness came instantly, causing him to shake his body.

“@ER%！”

Ignoring this, he shouted loudly at the rest of the eight.

The eyes of the eight people of the donkey tribe, who were also silent, gradually became colored, and they got up from the ground, and followed the leader, regardless of the weakness of their bodies, and walked towards it as best they could.

They are going to the rich and powerful tribe, tell the powerful tribe about it, and beg them to avenge their people!

The previous hasty escape had caused them to deviate from the path they used to take to that tribe, but it didn't matter, the most they had done in recent years was to hurry.

Even if they deviate from the usual path, as long as they know the direction, they have the ability to come to that tribe.

The idea of going to that rich and powerful tribe and asking them for help filled them with strength.

Regardless of their weakness, they walked through this seemingly blank place.

This thought was like the last straw......

The Qingque tribe was as peaceful as ever, the first time the grain was received in the house, and the second time the grain was also taken advantage of the good weather to beat.

The grain that filled several rooms made everyone feel extra at ease, that is, they had food in their hands and did not panic in their hearts.

The last batch of autumn silkworms also formed cocoons the day before yesterday.

I chose some slightly larger cocoons to leave, and let them turn into fluttering moths to leave the next generation, and the rest of the cocoons were taken away by Bai Xuemei, a silkworm farmer.

Instead of opening the cocoons, getting the chrysalis out, and frying them in large oil, they poured them all into a clay jar with boiling water.

Bai Xuemei, who has mastered weaving with twine, wants to try to weave cloth with silkworm cocoons, because Brother Cheng said that after the silkworm cocoons are extracted, the cloth woven is better than linen.

In fact, she began to try this thing as early as the last batch of silkworm cocoons matured, but the effect was not good, and it can be said that she failed completely.

It's not the looms, it's the cocoons.

These silkworm cocoons were placed here, and before she could draw them, moths arched out of them.

With a broken cocoon, the silk will break as soon as it is drawn, which makes her very distressed.

Even during that period of time, it was more uncomfortable than having a bigger belly.

It wasn't until I asked Brother Cheng later that this troublesome matter was solved......

The water in the clay jar boiled, and the cocoons floating in it continued to roll with the boiling water.

The silkworm chrysalis inside the silkworm cocoon is boiled to death by boiling water, and it can no longer be turned into a moth, and the cocoon will not break.