Zuo Tingzhi returned to the tribe triumphantly.

It's done.

Wu and Wise Man really know the world better than him.

He only offered to bring the technology of the kiln factory over, and as soon as the patriarch of the Yanhu Tribe, who looked fierce and bloodthirsty, heard him mention this, the fierceness on his face immediately disappeared, and he not only promised to give him Qingxing, but also promised not to attack the Yishui Fire Department in the future.

But that's not what he wants, what does it have to do with him whether to attack or not to attack the Ministry of Fire?

He talked about his identity as an Apostle of Vulcan again, and took out a lighter to demonstrate, and with the fact that he had now successfully cultivated quinoa and the future farming, his goal was successfully achieved.

He and Yanyun Mink will be the two patriarchs of the Yanhuo tribe in the future, and the witch and wise man he brought with him in the fire department will become the only witch and wise man of the merged tribe.

Yanyun Mink looks very vicious, as a dick that can only YY, Zuo Ting couldn't help but shrink when he first saw this big man who was 1.95 meters tall.

But the more such a person becomes his backer, the more stable his heart becomes.

What's the use of being an emperor?

Although he commands the world, he works hard.

What he really envies is those free princes who have hole cards.

Especially the rules of this place, all battles must be led by the patriarch himself, and he must rush to the front.

It hurts him to feel hairy every time he goes out with the hunting team.

In this prehistoric period, who knows if there will be a gluttonous or Tyrannosaurus rex or something like that in the reckless mountain forest?

As long as he holds the technology of those later generations in his hands, even if Yanyun Mink is a fierce beast, he can only obediently feed him alive.

It's not that Zuo Ting is too big, but that the two people have no conflict of interest, but a complementary combination.

Yanyun Mink wants power, he needs to have fun with his back against the big tree, Yanyun Mink has ambition and force, he has all kinds of endless ideas that this world people do not have, so they will each have their own pay and take what they need.

Trade what I have for what I want.

As long as you grasp the preferences of the tiger, seeking skin with the tiger will become a fox and a fake tiger.

Perfect!

The weather is getting cooler, and Zuo Ting's big flower pants can no longer be worn, and now he is wearing a leather coat made by Yanhubu.

The Yanhu tribe is worthy of being a tribe that has mastered the two major life skills of salt and fur, and they can use the by-products of fishing and hunting to make strange clothes.

At least you don't have to wear a tiger skin skirt like the Great Sage and run out.

Well, Zuo Ting rubbed his chin with his fingers, or when he got a foothold, he could think about improving and optimizing the clothing.

However, if he wants to make the clothes he wants, tools are indispensable, so he still thinks of a way to smelt the metal according to the original plan.

Improve life, improve quality, and strive to live a good life as soon as possible, in which slaves and maidservants and wives and concubines are flocked.

I don't know why, as soon as he returned to the tribe, Zuo Ting felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Wu and Wise Man, two dead old men who are greedy for false fame, should be more eager than him to talk about the success of the matter, knowing that he is returning, why didn't he come out to greet him?

Not only did they not come, but the whole tribe was quiet, with a disturbing and strange atmosphere.

Could it be that something happened during his absence?

With a dry cough, Zuo Ting told himself that Yan Yun Mink and more than a hundred strong warriors of the Yan Tiger Department were guarding in the dense forest not far away, and the soldiers were pressing the border, even if the entire Fire Department was opposed, with him, the patriarch, to speak, the matter of the clan was inevitable.

As long as someone here dares to stop him from merging the two clans, there will be no forgiveness.

There is nothing important except death, when life is at stake, who will have any faith and dignity, and living is the only thing.

If that were the case, tribal division would be a good thing.

The two sides will certainly not be united.

When the time comes, they will be broken one by one, and several of the hunting team in the hands of the fire tapir must be taken away, and the others will be killed.

In fact, he wanted to keep those people rotten, anyway, without the hunting team, they could only wait for death.

But Yanyun Mink didn't want those people to go elsewhere and spread the art of pottery.

Prehistoric humans weren't stupid, and they knew about industry monopolies.

Clearing his mind, Zuo Ting simply went straight to the wise man's house surrounded by ten members of the hunting team.

Knowing the reason why everyone didn't come out to greet him, Zuo Ting's face was red and white.

It turned out that they were expressing their dissatisfaction with him.

Soon after he left, the people of the clan began to get a plague, and almost no one in the clan was spared, except for the witches and wise men. The light ones are itchy all over the body, and the heavy ones have red, swollen and ulcerated skin, and the bane is the quinoa he cultivates.

"Fire tapir, this is slander! These people I led have also eaten that thing, so why are they all right? ”

Zuo Ting felt more and more that the wise man was not wise at all, and he easily believed in such a clumsy method.

Wu is also an old god who has nothing to show for himself, and he can't cure a small skin disease, so he even threw the pot at him.

A clansman who followed him muttered in a low voice: "Maharaja, I have also itched, and it will be fine after two days of itching." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, the others also said that they had more or less had had this experience, but it was just an itch, and they didn't take it seriously, and then they accompanied the prince to the Yanhu Department, and they were cured without medicine.

"Because the Maharaja and the people who went to the Yanhu Department with him ate less, the symptoms were naturally mild, and the people who stayed behind did not leave the poisonous vegetable for a moment, so it was naturally much more serious."

And the strongest evidence is that they just stopped eating the quinoa, and after a few days it did get better.

It doesn't matter if the dwarf antlers are given away by the fire tapir, the key is that after this incident, the reputation of the Vulcan Apostle has dropped a lot again.

Some clansmen whispered behind their backs, how could the apostle of the god of fire still give us poisonous vegetables?

Those who suffered greatly from it naturally resented Zuo Ting even more.

Zuo Ting's lack of involvement in hunting has made many people wonder, Maharaja, aren't they all the bravest ones in the tribe?

Zuo Ting didn't care too much about this.

How to manage these fierce primitive tribal men, that is the matter of Yanyun Mink, and he only needs to pay attention to production in the future.

The matter has come to this point, and it is useless to say more, Zuo Ting gathered all the clansmen of the Thunder Tribe, and loudly announced in public that the Fire Department was about to unite with the Yanhu Tribe.

Expectedly, a few people objected, on the grounds that the Yanhu Department was a feud with the Fire Ministry.

Wu and the wise man did a good job, and under the coercion and temptation, there were still two old guys in their fifties who refused to leave.

Zuo Ting can also let him, if he doesn't leave, wait to be wiped out by Yanyun Mink, do you think you can guard your broken tribe for a long time?

Even if someone refused to leave and learned that the Yanhu Department was already stationed a hundred meters away, they could only be reluctant to pack up their things and prepare to relocate.

"The food can be taken away, and people will keep it voluntarily, but you are not allowed to take away a single hair of this family property that my father and the ancestors put together!"

A voice sounded faintly.