The Daqi tribe has now slowly tried agriculture and animal husbandry, although this is different from Yang Hao's original intention when he founded the tribe.

But as the tribe grows, so does the human mind.

Originally, he wanted to use guerrilla warfare to maneuver between various forces, but during this time, he felt that this idea was a bit naïve.

The concept of guerrilla warfare is naturally advanced, Yang Hao has no doubt about this, but there is a premise that it must have the support of the masses of the people.

In this era, let alone the support of the people, as long as Yang Hao's identity as a fugitive slave is known, I don't know how many people can't wait to use his head to receive the reward.

In such an environment, the difficulty of guerrilla warfare is too great, and it is better to establish a solid territory and expand armament warfare.

However, with the consumption of more than a month, the consumption of making ends meet, the grain storage in the granary is decreasing rapidly, if he doesn't think of a way, he Yang Hao can only be a hungry boss.

Food can't fall out of thin air, the only way to get food is to rob, and it's certainly worthless to rob some small tribes just after the flood.

Only those large-scale forces can provide the needs of the Great Qi tribe, and the name of the Three Rainbow Kingdom once again appeared in Yang Hao's mind.

"There is only this one of the powerful tribes in the vicinity, and it seems that it can only be like this."

Yang Hao is still very afraid of the strength of the Three Kingdoms, but compared with the lack of food, the gap in strength is not so terrible.

Yang Hao took out the simple map, carefully studied the terrain along the way, and frowned.

Judging from the map, the terrain from the Great Qi tribe to the Sanshu Kingdom is a bit complicated.

Walking east along the river, you will pass through a dense forest, and after passing the dense forest, there is a natural road formed by a cliff.

Because the map is too simple, Yang Hao does not dare to guarantee the accuracy of this map, and this thing can only serve as a reference.

Putting the map away, Yang Hao rubbed his temples that were a little swollen, and he was always hesitant to fight the Sanshu Kingdom or not.

"Wori, this hanging hairy world, it's so hard to find a robbery target."

Irritable, walking around the tent, depressed to the extreme.

"Master, it's time to eat."

At this time, the female Jiao came in with a dinner plate.

Yang Hao looked at the slightly sumptuous meal, couldn't raise his appetite at all, and sighed lightly.

"Why is the master worried?"

Nujiao asked cautiously.

Yang Hao glanced at Nujiao, wanted to say something, and finally just sighed lightly.

"Nothing!"

Nujiao stood aside respectfully, bit her lip and said, "I heard my father say that there is not much food in the tribe. ”

Yang Hao's expression turned cold when he heard this, and he said sharply: "Presumptuous, women are not allowed to ask about the affairs of the tribe, don't you remember?" ”

Nujiao's body trembled, and she quickly knelt down and said, "The master is angry, Nujiao may be able to help the master." ”

Yang Hao looked at Nujiao coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Oh! Tell me, if you lie to me, you know the consequences. ”

Nujiao said slowly: "Nujiao doesn't dare." ”

"How can you help me?"

Yang Hao squinted at Nujiao.

"Master, when the women and I were collecting, we found that the monkeys in the back mountain were eating a kind of fruit on the tree, I also ate the fruit, the shell is very hard, not delicious, but there is no discomfort after eating, it should be non-toxic, Nujiao thinks that there is not much food in the tribe, if you eat these fruits, you should be able to wait until the grain is harvested."

After listening to Nujiao's words, Yang Hao was silent, and after a long time, he said, "Take me to see that kind of fruit." ”

When Nujiao heard this, she suddenly felt a sense of relief in her heart.

Under the leadership of Nujiao, Yang Hao really saw that kind of fruit in the back mountain of the tribe.

The moment he saw this fruit, Yang Hao knew what this thing was.

"If I'm not mistaken, this thing should be an acorn, I didn't think there were so many here."

Yang Hao felt an indescribable joy in his heart, because in his memory, this thing could be eaten, and someone had made a poem for it.

The acorns are ripe in the late autumn, scattered hazelnut Wugang, and the yellow hair is beautiful, and the morning frost is picked up. When the time is shifted, the basket is full as much as possible, and it is steamed several times after several exposures, and is used as three winter grains.

"I can't imagine that the poems I memorized back then can come in handy at this time, it's really an endless road."

"Master, can you eat this fruit?"

Nujiao asked a little apprehensively.

But then Yang Hao's actions startled her a lot, Yang Hao kissed her on the face roughly, and smiled: "Okay, good, with this thing, the tribe has no worries!" ”

Nujiao's face was a little hot, and she touched her cheek that had been kissed by Yang Hao, her eyes flashed and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Yang Hao, who was in the excitement, naturally didn't notice the strange appearance of the female Jiao, looking at the acorns all over the mountains, he just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.

It's just that the fly in the ointment is that those monkeys scurrying around are very eye-catching.

"These are the property of my Daqi tribe, and the evil beasts dare to be so presumptuous, they really don't want to live."

For these monkeys who snatched food from him, he had already pronounced death in his heart.

After returning to the tribe, Yang Hao immediately dispatched men from among the prisoners of war to collect acorns, and by the way, drove those pesky monkeys out of the area.

This kind of pie-in-the-sky good thing made him suddenly dispel the idea of taking the risk of robbing the Three Provinces of the Three Kingdoms.

In this era, no one realized that this thing could be eaten, and Yang Hao was still a little surprised in his heart.

But it's also a good thing for him, if he knows that this thing can be eaten, then it will be his turn to occupy this place.

As for how to eat this acorn, Yang Hao actually doesn't know, but it doesn't matter, the poem in his memory has already said very clearly, a few exposures and a few steaming, used as three winter food.

As long as you follow the practices of your predecessors and copy them honestly, it is always right.

Yang Haoshi is a faithful practitioner of the doctrine of taking it, using ready-made examples in front, why waste his mind to think about new ways to eat.

The acorn picking went smoothly, and watching the baskets of fruits being transported back to the tribe, Yang Hao was in a good mood.

A big stone in his heart fell to the ground, which made him feel relieved.

Before his strength was insufficient, he didn't want to conflict with powerful forces, and with these acorns, the Daqi tribe was able to get through this difficulty and shift all their focus to development and construction.

Low-key development and the expansion of armaments and warfare are the only ways to gain a foothold in this era.

This good luck made Yang Hao feel as if there was a god protecting him in the dark, he was originally atheistic, his heart was a little shaken, in private, Yang Hao was very devout to worship the unwarranted gods, in order to seek peace of mind.