There was a food crisis in the Japanese tribe, and there was also a food crisis in the fishing tribe, and the high-level leaders of the fishing tribe gathered together to discuss the matter.

The fisherman, who was full of flashy hair, personally presided over the meeting, and he frowned and asked everyone: "Our tribe's grain is difficult to support until next autumn's harvest, everyone is talking about what to do?" ”

The Fishing Tribe is a hegemon-level tribe with a population of over 10,000, and the pattern of the Fishing Tribe is not as good as that of the Japanese Tribe camp, but the population of the Fishing Tribe is larger than that of the Japanese Tribe camp, and the Fishing Tribe exists in the form of the main residence plus multiple subsidiary small settlements.

Most of the subordinate small settlements of the fishing tribe are mainly farming, and the fishing tribe has also encountered the situation faced by the Japanese tribe camp, if the main residence and the affiliated small residence of the fishing tribe are adjacent to the river, and the way of obtaining food is added to the item of "fishing", then the fishing tribe will hardly have a food crisis.

"Chief, we can trade grain with the Xia country, according to the people of the Xia country themselves, the grain they reserve is enough for everyone in the Xia country to eat for at least two years, and the Xia country has so much grain reserves, we can trade some with the Xia country." A senior fisherman proposes.

As soon as the high-ranking of the fishing tribe finished speaking, a high-ranking fisherman tribe with a dark complexion and a strong body immediately retorted: "Impossible, it is absolutely impossible for the Xia country to trade food for our tribe, the winter changes were originally spread from the Xia country, the Xia country is actively preparing to deal with natural disasters, and our tribe cannot come up with what the Xia country needs, and it is absolutely impossible for the Xia country to trade grain to our tribe." ”

"How do you know it's impossible, Xia Guo is a friendly country (tribe), our tribe is facing a food crisis, Xia Guo should be able to help." The high-ranking of the fishing tribe who proposed to trade grain with Xia asked rhetorically, his words with a little unconfidence.

The dark-skinned man said disapprehantly: "Friendship is friendship, it is absolutely impossible for the Xia country to trade grain to our tribe, the Xia country is more willing to see our tribe lack food, and then the entire tribe joins the Xia country." ”

Dahan's words came out, and the other high-level immediately shut up, in fact, this Dahan's words were some speculations of the fishing tribe about the Xia Kingdom, and the high-level leaders of the fishing tribe were biased towards this guess being right.

In fact, as the fishing tribe guessed, the Xia Kingdom showed a friendly side, indeed in order to allow more tribes to join the Xia Kingdom, of course, after joining the Xia Kingdom, Su Yan treated all the people equally, and there would be no bias.

After Dahan saw that the high-level of the fishing tribe shut up, he continued: "Chief, there is only one way left for our tribe to solve the food crisis. ”

"What's the solution?" The fishing leader looked at Dahan Shengsheng and asked.

"War, our tribe can only ...... by waging war to get food from other tribes"

Before Dahan could finish his words, he was interrupted by the fishing chief.

"No, our tribe can't start a war against other tribes, our tribe is a peace-loving tribe, unlike those tribes who like war."

Dahan was not in a hurry, and waited for the leader to finish his words before continuing: "Chief, apart from war, does our tribe have any other way to solve the food crisis?" No! ”

There is no one to refute this sentence of the big man, after the end of the autumn harvest, the fishing chief is thinking about the food, until the winter, the fishing leader has not thought of any way to solve the problem of the food crisis, can only convene the high-level of the fishing tribe to discuss, this meeting is already the second meeting, the first meeting of the fishing leader will throw out the problem, let everyone go back to think, the second meeting everyone will think of the method to say.

Like the fishing chief, none of the high-ranking fishermen thought of any good methods, such as the method of "trading grain with the Xia Kingdom", there were too many problems, and it was very likely that it would not succeed, because the fishermen tribe was a peace-loving tribe, and only a few of the high-ranking people of the fishermen's tribe thought of obtaining food through war.

Now that Dahan said this, the high-ranking people of the fishing tribe want to understand that war is indeed a good way to obtain food, but the fishing tribe loves peace and cannot start a war, so they don't know how to deal with this problem.

Seeing that no one refuted him, Dahan then said: "Our tribe is so powerful, although it is not as strong as the Xia Kingdom, but there are not many tribes whose strength can compare to our tribe, not to mention the tribes around our tribe, the strength is relatively weak.

It's easy for our tribe to defeat them, and now I'll give you two choices, the first, war, and the second, wait for the people to starve to death, how do you choose, of course, if you have other ways to solve the problem, you can also say it. ”

Unconsciously, the big man has become the leader of this high-level meeting of the fishing tribe, and more importantly, this is the main battle faction of the fishing tribe, wanting to let the fishing tribe enter the war.

The fishing chief was tempted to say that he didn't want his people to starve to death and that he didn't want war, but he couldn't say it, and he didn't have a better way to solve the food crisis of the fishing tribe.

The fishing leader did not speak, and neither did the other high-ranking of the fishing tribe, the fishing tribe has been developing peacefully for so many years, and most people do not like war, but they also do not want their tribesmen to starve to death, but there is no way to solve it.

What the hell should I do?

After a long time, a high-ranking fisherman tribe finally made up his mind that since there was no other way to solve the problem of food, and he did not want his people to starve to death, he could only choose war.

"I choose war!" He opened his mouth to speak, his voice was not too loud, but it made the eyes of everyone in the house focus on him, and the fishing chief's heart became even heavier, there are already two people who have chosen "war", and there may be more people who choose "war" next, there is no other way to solve the problem of food, everyone can only choose "war".

At this time, the dark-skinned man said again: "Starting a war is the best choice, and it does not necessarily mean that there is really going to war, when our people go over together, the other party is afraid, and the main thing is to bring out some food for us, so there is no need to go to war." ”

"That's fine." Hearing Dahan's words, two more people immediately spoke: "I also choose war." ”

"Alas, their tribe gave food to our tribe, what should their tribe do?" The fisherman said with a lament.

"It doesn't matter what their tribe does, as long as no one in our tribe starves to death." The second high-level of the fishing tribe who chose "war" replied directly.

"I choose war." "I also choose war." ”

The high-level leaders of the fishing tribe made decisions one by one, even the high-level who said before that they traded grain with Xia Guo also chose "war", and finally the few people who hesitated looked at most of the people who chose war, and they also sided with them, and in the end, only the fishing leader and Wu did not make a decision, although Wu participated in the meeting, but Wu would not express his opinion most of the time.

The fishing leader slowly stood up, he trembled and walked to the dark-skinned man, stretched out his hand to pat the big man's shoulder, and made a final decision.

"I'm old, and the tribe will hand it over to you in the future."

Yes, the fishing chieftain is really old, and it's time to hand over the tribe to the "young man".

After saying this, the fishing leader did not look at the reaction of the high-level of the other fishing tribes, and walked out of the door step by step, opening the door, the cold poured into the house, the fishing leader slowly walked out of the house, and stepped on the snow-covered earth accompanied by snowflakes, and the figure of the rickety gradually disappeared.