Seeing this strong black man, Sandao's eyes were like two walnuts playing with the old man's hand, and he gurgled around, and then hurriedly stopped the black strong man: "Black bear, wait a minute!" “

The strong black man named Black Bear stopped when he heard this, and looked back to see three scars.

His face was covered with blood that I don't know if it was his own or someone else's, and it ran down his black cheeks and into his chest, which was dressed in tattered animal skins.

"Three scars, it turns out that you didn't die just now!"

"I'm fine, where was I killed so easily by the Xingyue Tribe."

"Heh, you're embarrassed to say that it's easy to attack them, but what is the result? More than a dozen people have died in our tribe! Those are all skilled hunters, do you know how much prey these dozen hunters can bring back after going out for 5 suns for so long? ”

The Black Bear blamed the defeat on the three scars.

Three Scars hurriedly leaned into his ear and whispered, "Black Bear, how are our two tribes usually getting along?" ”

The black bear didn't know why he asked, but he still told the truth happily: "The relationship between our two tribes is very good." ”

"And what about the relationship between the two of us?"

"Not bad."

"Then you say I won't hurt you."

The black bear scratched his head and said bluntly: "No! ”

"Well, I'll tell you secretly, the next time you rush, you will rush to the front with your tribe......"

When the black bear heard this, he pushed away the three scars and said angrily, "What are you talking about? Am I at the front? Let me be sent to death at the front? ”

"Shh Sandaoscar turned his head to look around, lowered his voice like a thief, and said, "Don't be so loud, listen to me!" ”

"Look, what's the name of that Star-Moon Tribe flying towards us just now? There aren't many sticks that can kill people. By the time they got to the end, there were fewer and fewer of these sticks that could hurt people, and it was clear that they were saving them! ”

The black bear thought about it carefully, but as he said, the arrows fired by the Xingyue tribe at the end became more and more sparse, and it was in this sparse rain of arrows that he was able to survive.

"You're right, but so what? My people and I don't want to lose our lives in vain. ”

"Who said you were going to lose your life? The Xingyue tribe has fewer wooden sticks that can kill, and we have nothing to fear from them, as long as our warriors get close to them, they will be more powerful in melee combat, and they will be afraid of those Xingyue tribe soldiers who are shrinking on the city wall? ”

"And I'll tell you a good thing, rush to the front, and the most points are the ones. When the time comes, the food of the Xingyue tribe, as well as women, as well as many, many pottery and those very powerful weapons, you who are at the forefront, you can choose. ”

The black bear began to think about it, rushed to the front, in the case of scarce knowledge, they can quickly rush into the Xingyue tribe, as long as they take it in one fell swoop, the wealth of the Xingyue tribe will be prioritized by them.

When you think about it, it seems like a good deal.

The black bear couldn't help but feel dissatisfied, so he didn't think about it anymore, nodded and agreed: "Okay, next time we will rush to the front!" ”

An imperceptible amplitude appeared in the corner of the mouth of the three scars, and while patting the black bear on the shoulder, he said, "Okay! Very good! ”

Ye Feng walked down the city wall, before the next wave of enemy attacks, he had to take advantage of this gap to rest and recharge his energy for the next battle. 61 Library

However, before that, he was a little worried about the logistics of the tribe, so he went to the tribe's canteen to inspect it.

The soldiers and horses did not move, and the grain and grass went first. In the logistics guarantee of the cold weapon era, grain stood in the first place of logistics guarantee, so Ye Feng carried out a key inspection of grain.

The long tables in the tribal canteen that usually served the people of the tribe were put together in wartime and turned into several convenient and simple food processing lines. At the beginning of this simple assembly line, the tribesmen selected vegetables on it, removed the rotten vegetable leaves on it, threw them directly into the air, and threw them on the board of the process of washing the vegetable leaves later.

There is no way, the conditions are limited, and it cannot be transmitted with a conveyor belt like the assembly line in later generations, so every time it goes through a process, the clansmen are directly thrown over.

Fortunately, primitive people lack everything, but they don't lack strength, and they replaced Ye Feng by himself, and it is estimated that he will be tired and lie down after losing a few.

The dishes were washed three times and then thrown into the chopping process.

The tribesmen there grabbed a handful of vegetables and didn't look at them much, just like chopping pig vegetables, and chopping them into pieces with a click.

And that's not the roughest, what awaits these leaves is a cauldron.

The leaves are boiled in a large pot with clean water, and after cooking, they are taken out, and they are stirred with salt, chili oil and other condiments in a large basin, and a dish is completed.

The meat processing line next door is probably the same.

Yes, that's right, it's so simple and crude.

The tribe had limited manpower and could not spare much manpower to refine the food, so they had to use this simple and crude way.

This is also something that can't be helped, and Ye Feng can only be treated in special circumstances.

Although this processing method is certainly greatly reduced in taste, the calories and nutrition can still be guaranteed, as long as you ensure the strength to fight, it doesn't matter if you sacrifice the taste.

Ye Feng patrolled all the way, and when he saw that they were all in an orderly manner, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

He came to the end of the food and said to one of the people, "Can I taste it?" ”

"Marshal, how can you eat such a thing? No, no, no. ”

As soon as that clansman saw that Ye Feng wanted to eat these "pig food", he immediately waved his hand again and again.

Ye Feng felt helpless, so he had to stare at him and said, "Are you guys eating for people?" ”

The clansman thought that Ye Feng was scolding the food for not doing well, and his body stiffened, but he didn't dare not answer, so he had to point his stiff neck.

"If this is what people eat, why can't I? Is this a scolding that I'm not a human? ”

This clansman was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized the routine in Ye Feng's words, and couldn't help crying and laughing.

In the end, Ye Feng ate the dishes in the basin that looked like pig food.

As soon as you enter the mouth, a smell of lettuce hits your face, and those seemingly tempting seasonings only enter the taste buds later.

In this case, these seasonings are only mixed on the surface of the dish, and they do not absorb the flavor, so the taste of these two layers is eaten.

Ye Feng went on to try several other dishes, except for a few dishes suitable for cold dishes, the others were tasteless.