Eggs can't be put in one basket, which is a sentence that is often mentioned when later generations are engaged in financial management or financial investment.

At this time, this sentence was also circling in Han Cheng's mind.

This is actually the method he came up with after thinking about it for a while, how to prevent fire in the granary and protect the grain.

Spread out the granaries, so that even if one of the granaries catches fire, it will not cause a disaster of burning the camp.

Even if the last part of the grain is lost, the remaining grain can be destroyed, and the impact on your own tribe can be minimized.

Han Cheng thought so in his heart, and felt that this method was really good.

However, after coming up with such a solution, he did not give up thinking, and was still thinking about food fire prevention.

Because he always wanted to minimize this possibility, and in his subconscious, it seemed that he had seen a better way to store food than such a measure as separate storage, but for a moment he could not remember anything.

This kind of digging for memories has been going on for a long time, and it still ends in failure.

In the end, the dizzy Han Cheng could only put it aside for the time being, after all, at night, sleep was still the main thing.

However, after lying here for a while, Han Cheng sadly found that he had gloriously insomnia.

Lying here and struggling for a while, Han Cheng finally chose to succumb to reality and decided to take a dose of sleeping pills, after all, insomnia ruined a day, this is a big deal.

Bai Xuemei has always been very familiar with sleeping, so Han Cheng didn't wake her up, but moved her to his side, and after being far away from the sleeping little pea, he started to take care of herself.

Bai Xuemei is still sleeping, and the surroundings are quiet.

Han Cheng felt very wonderful, feeling as if he was lying on a soft cloud, basking in the warm sun.

It was as if lying in a small boat, which flowed slowly with the flowing water, with occasional ups and downs, and its ears were attached to the bottom of the boat, and sometimes the sound of the river could be heard.

Quiet, gentle as water, this is what Han Cheng feels at this moment, all the previous troubles are gradually disappearing.

God knows what kind of dream Bai Xuemei had in her sleep, her face looked whiter under the moonlight, and at this time, a layer of ruddy quietly appeared, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth......

Some people want the darkness to pass quickly, while others are not happy for the light to come.

But no matter how much these people wish, time still walks at its own pace.

It will not be a step faster or a step slower because of anyone's prayers.

The sky is the first to light up every day, and the last to dim is also the sky, when the east is white, and the sky is gradually becoming a little brighter, but the earth is still relatively dark.

At this time, looking at the eastern sky, it is easy to see this obvious gap between heaven and earth.

The leader of the sheep tribe, who looked a little dizzy, slowly moved his bound numb hands and feet, as well as his sore body in many places, while looking at the sky that had just begun to turn white.

At this time in the past, I was still sleeping, and it would take a while before I would get up, first go to see the sheep that had been raised in captivity, and sometimes I would pick up a few lambs that had just been born, or lie on the edge of the sheepfold, watching those naughty little lambs eat milk greedily one by one.

Some of the people in the tribe would use the pottery exchanged from the wealthy Qingque tribe to fetch water from the stream, and then put some of the food they took out into the clay jar to boil......

These things, thinking about it, make people feel very comfortable.

But now, he can only curl up in this strange corner, looking at the strange houses where these demons live, quietly waiting for an unknown fate......

In the middle of these low-dome houses, in the larger room, the priestess of the semi-peasant tribe had also woken up.

When she woke up, she didn't go out as before, but sat in the room where the light was still very dim, rubbing the smooth and round bowl in her hand.

Last night, when she went to bed, she slept with this bowl in her arms.

As time passed, the light in the room began to brighten gradually.

Half-peasant priestesses sat on hay-paved beds for sleeping, their eyes rolling over the pottery that was gradually revealing its true face.

After looking at it like this for a while, she put down the round bowl in her hand, got up and carefully took the small jar that didn't look too conspicuous.

The small jar was covered with a layer of animal skin, and the edges were tied with ropes made of tree bark.

Last night, the priestess of the Bannong tribe was shocked by these bowls and the big clay pot, and only bothered to look at the bowls and the clay pot, and did not pay much attention to this jar, which was not very conspicuous in size or appearance, and only now did she notice that this small jar was different from the rest of the pottery.

She carefully untied the rope from the clay pot and peeled off the skin, but she was puzzled by what was inside.

She reached out and pinched something white out of the jar.

Such a thing should be stone powder.

The priestess of the Semi-Peasant Tribe thought so.

Because she had seen white stone more than once, someone in the tribe had used to make utensils out of white stone, and when struck, the stone chips looked like these.

What are these people doing with such precious jars, with these stone fragments?

The priestess of the Semi-Peasant tribe thought to herself, and then put the white powder into her mouth.

She'd tasted things before, and even now, she sometimes tasted some, so she's very experienced, and she's ready to take on weird tastes.

Even so, after throwing the white stone powder into her mouth, the face of the priestess of the half-peasant tribe quickly twitched.

She hurriedly spat out the water, and it took a while for her strength to recover.

She took the jar back in her hand and stared at the stone powder in thought.

Even according to her wisdom, she still couldn't understand why the people of this tribe carried around such unpalatable stone powder, and used such precious clay pots to hold them.

“#￥D……”

The leader of the Half-Peasant tribe walked in and shouted at her.

This is saying that it is time to ask the people of the sheep tribe about the 'green finch tribe' and how the sheep came to be.

With such a great event in front of her, the priestess of the semi-peasant tribe put down these unpalatable stone powders, got up and followed the leader towards the place where the people of the sheep tribe were imprisoned......

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