Mizusawa enjoyed taking his slaves to the river every day to fish, and the feeling of seeing a rattan basket full of fish being carried ashore was better than what he felt every night on a woman. With these fish, the tribe will be able to have more children and feed more people. According to his brother's plan, he will be a tribal leader in the future. And the root of it all was that he had discovered and brought back the net, an artifact that could bring a large number of fish, just like the mountain of fish that was about to appear in front of his eyes.

Mizusawa is immersed in this feeling, and it is not obscenity, it can be said to be longing and anticipation. When he felt that it was almost the same, and came to admire the intoxicating mountain of fish, what appeared in front of him were three or five small fish that had long since lost their breath, and those stunned slaves with frightened faces in the water.

What's the situation? How come there is no fish mountain? Where did all the fish run away from the past?

Mizusawa rubbed his eyes and looked left and right, but still no!

No? How can it be!

"What's the matter, where's the fish?"

Mizusawa rushed forward, lifted up a slave standing in the water on the shore, grabbed the other's hair and shook it, and yelled:

"Are you lazy and don't want to catch fish? Do you want to go hungry? Can anyone tell me, I promise to give him a satisfactory answer! Can anyone give me an explanation? ”

Mizusawa kicked the man into the water, grabbed the other person's ear, and questioned loudly.

But all these slaves were so frightened that they did not dare to speak, and fell to their knees in the water or on the banks of the river, making the sound of slapping against the water or against the ground, and none of them dared to answer.

Because they know that in the Blackwater Tribe, Mizusawa is actually a demon who kills people without blinking, and even the people of his own tribe are afraid of him, just like he beats and treats Shuilian at will. Slaves like them, who have no status, in the eyes of Mizuzawa, are not as good as the fish on the ground just now!

No one answered, and everyone kept kowtowing and begging for forgiveness, which made Mizusawa even more annoyed.

Just when he wanted to find a slave to beat up and vent the slave fire in his heart, he suddenly calmed down.

"No, look at the appearance of these slaves, they don't lie to themselves, these slaves don't dare not work, and they don't dare to lie to themselves. Well, something must have happened that caused them to not be able to catch fish! ”

His eyes rolled and he fell silent, pondering why.

But before he could think about it, one of the slaves who was in charge of fishing in the water on the shore could not bear the pressure and shouted loudly:

"Boss, spare us, it's not that we don't want to catch fish, it's that there are no fish here! Spare us! ”

"Huh? No fish? Just now a few of them were fishing with artifacts, and I saw with my own eyes that the fish were still churning in the net, how could there be no fish? Are you trying to say I'm blind? ”

Mizuzawa's eyes widened, and he wanted to step forward and beat the person who spoke, but he saw that the year-old man next to the person before also shouted loudly:

"Lord Mizusawa, we're not lying, it's true that there are no fish! If you blame the people who pulled the nets, they must have let the fish go. ”

As soon as the man finished speaking, he heard the person in charge of the fence behind him shouting:

"Fart! Stupid pig, don't talk nonsense, are the people of your pig tribe all such shameless people? ”

These two slaves, one from the Snow Mountain Tribe and the other from the Pig Tribe, were both slaves captured by the Blackwater Tribe. As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there will be grievances, and it is the same in the world of slaves.

As long as they survive, they don't care if others live or die, people from the same tribe will stick together and find ways to suppress others and achieve their own tribe to survive. And now this scene is that the people of the pig tribe threw the pot to the snow mountain tribe in order to survive.

"Shut up! Don't you all want to live? ”

Mizusawa reprimanded the two, this voice scared the two who were still accusing each other into a chill, and the lips that were already bruised by the cold water of Zhongchun trembled even more, for fear that they would be killed and thrown into the black water to feed the fish.

Mizusawa was furious, and turned around to let people pull the two slaves out and kill them, but was stopped by the water snake behind him.

"Chief, don't worry, according to the performance of the slaves, they shouldn't dare to lie to you, maybe something really happened and it is not known, it is better to let them come up and see if there is really something. Moreover, I have been watching them fishing just now, and it is true that they have not caught any fish, there must be something strange in it. ”

Shui Ze saw that it was the water snake that stopped him, and his original intention to get angry also faded, and then he thought that the slaves would definitely not dare to deceive themselves, and there were water snakes on the side They watched, so he waved his hand and signaled the slaves to come up.

The water snake hurriedly beckoned:

"Don't hurry up yet!"

Then the water snake told people to make a fire to come out, so that the slaves would not be frozen out of the disease. Immediately, a member of the team took out a wooden stick, collected some firewood and velvet and began to drill wood to make fire. When everyone had come up, a puff of smoke rose from the firewood. But before he could smile, a loud roar came:

"You did a great job! Actually broke the artifact? I want you dead! ”

It turned out that the slave holding the purse seine net piled up the net on the grass on the shore, and a large hole in the net appeared in front of Mizusawa's eyes, and Mizusawa, who was a little angry for a while, immediately stepped forward and kicked the person down, raised the stone axe in his hand, and smashed the person to the ground. For a while, blood flowed sideways, red and white all over the ground, and it scared a few slaves who carried the net next to them to scream, and feces and urine flowed together.

"My artifact! How can this be, woo~"

After the killing, Mizusawa didn't care about the blood on his body and on the ground, and cried when he picked up the fishing net, which made the water snake that followed behind them feel terrified. Such a fishing artifact is broken, how can they catch so many fish in the future?

Mizusawa was still crying there, his hand unconsciously pulling the net rope to exert force, as if he were hugging his own woman.

Boom! Boom!

"Ahh Artifact, how could you be destroyed by them? Yes! Net, why are you so unwanted? ”

Boom!

"Huh? Broken? Why is this happening? ”

A little nervous Mizusawa finally realized that the net in his hand was broken by himself, his face was full of fear, he couldn't figure out why the rope on the net was broken, shouldn't this be very strong?

Mizusawa picked up a net rope again, and with a slight effort with both hands, the net rope in his hand instantly broke, which made Mizusawa's heart tremble again. A thought that suffocated him came out:

"Could it be that the rope was rotted by blisters, which caused the rope to lose its toughness and be broken by yourself or by the fish?"

As soon as the idea came to mind, Mizusawa panicked again. Hurry up and check the other net ropes, from the beginning to the end, which makes the water snakes around them a little at a loss, and even those slaves stop their fearful thoughts in their hearts, and watch Mizusawa look at each net rope there like crazy.

A check is a small half a day, and the more you check, the cooler your heart becomes. In the end, Mizusawa sat on the ground dejectedly, his eyes were blank, looking at the net rope in his hand blankly, his heart was full of loss and frustration of losing the artifact, and he was empty.

Until the sky was about to darken, he was woken up by a person, turned his head mechanically, looked at his own brother, Shui Ze burst into tears, and instantly cried into a tearful person.

A big man, crying like this, it's really hard for him! It can be seen how hard the loss of the fishing net hit him, if Ding Qi is here, he may use Mizusawa's first love to hit the other party, but I don't know if Mizusawa has a first love.

Shui Yuan, who was called by the water snake, patted Mizuzawa's back and said softly:

"Brother, don't cry. I know all about the artifact, and I can't blame it

Those slaves, we can only blame us for being too greedy, going into the water to fish every day, and in the long run, it is only a matter of time before the artifact is soaked. ”

Shui Yuan helped Mizusawa up, arranged for the water snake to carry the fishing net back to the tribe, took Mizusawa by the arm and walked towards the place where there was fire, and said to Mizusawa with a smile:

"Don't worry, since this net was made by the Nading tribesmen, then you can find them to make another net, and if they don't want to, then we will snatch their net back." Moreover, we can also make another net according to the appearance of this net, and if the material is known, then we will do it. ”

As soon as Mizusawa heard that it made sense, his poured confidence picked up again, laughed, and hurriedly rushed back to the tribe to arrange the imitation of fishing nets.

Looking at Shui Ze's distant back, Shui Yuan waved his hand, and one of his subordinates who had been following him walked briskly and leaned over to obey the arrangement.

"Go, invite the leaders of the Houtu, Yanhuo, Aoki, and Golden tribes to come to my tribe to discuss the plan, and say that the Aragami was born."

"Yes!"

The man turned and ran towards the tribe, making a slight noise. In less than a quarter of an hour,

A total of four teams of people rushed out from the Blackwater Tribe, like four black arrowheads, rushing towards their destination in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the distance, where the Ding tribe is located, the long-returned hunting team members are skinning the fish under the guidance of Ding Qi. On the shelf behind him, fish skins hang from ropes and sway in the wind. From left to right, the skin of the fish went from incomplete to broken strips, and slowly became complete and larger, which was the result of Ding Qi's practice with smaller fish, and he became more and more proficient.

Ding Qi is also the first time to skin a fish, and his hands are very raw, but he has previous experience in skinning beasts, so he is not without a way to start. Holding a light bamboo dagger made of jing, he first stabbed the fish to death, then cut the belly of the fish, attached to the fat on the belly of the fish, and gently picked it inward, and the skin with fish scales was separated from the flesh of the fish.

The bamboo dagger gently moves up to the gills and then up in a semicircle along the gills to the back of the fish. Then the bamboo dagger turned from the back of the fish to the tail of the fish, separating the skin from the meat along the road, sticking to the fat, and was cut from the tail in a ring. Just like a horizontal bar athlete flips back in the air after turning 360 degrees, inserts the bamboo dagger into the tail fish skin on the other side, retracts the dagger, and then crosses the semicircle when it encounters the fish gills, cuts off the fins, and peels off the whole fish skin.

This peeling technique made the surrounding onlookers let out a burst of exclamation, bluntly saying that only Aragami could make such a miracle. This made Ding Qi's old face red, but fortunately, the sun was going down, reflecting everyone's faces, and Ding Qi's old face was not very conspicuous.

The person watching next to him took over the skin of the fish, with the fat layer facing up and the scale layer facing inward, and hung it on a rope to air dry.

After Ding Qi demonstrated it again, everyone picked up the bamboo dagger in their hands, and began to cut the belly and peel the skin after stabbing the fish to death like Ding Qi, and the technique became more and more skillful, and there were more and more fish skins hanging on the rope.

As for the skinned fish, some of them are taken to the canteen to make fish soup, and most of them are taken away and hung on smoked shelves, and these "peeled fish" are made into smoked fish by lighting pine branches and fences, which can be stored for a longer time. Those fish that have been smoked for a long time can even be cut directly into a slice and thrown into your mouth, experiencing the pure natural fish aroma left between your lips and teeth.

Someone learned to peel the skin of fish, Ding Qi was happy to shake his hands properly, washed his hands by the stream, went back to pick up the bowl, sat on the straight-backed chair, drank the fish soup like milk, felt the warm tribal atmosphere, and drank the soup while learning about the construction of the White City.

At present, the tribe has burned three kiln bricks, about 200,000 or so, all of which have been filled into the foundation and placed neatly as the foundation of the city wall. However, it is still far from the whole foundation to be built, and now the manpower has been transferred to the aspects of brick burning, logging, and lime burning, and the progress of the brick burning project is accelerating, and presumably in another month, a large number of red bricks will be manufactured in batches.