Not one tent like this, all tents are like this.

"I see you've caught a lot of prey, where have all the skins gone?" Feng Jiuqing asked.

"The hides of our tribe were exchanged for pottery, stone tools, salt, and clothes." Mei's voice was very dull, and when she said this, her eyes turned gray.

The few behind him also drooped their heads, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh!" When Feng Jiuqing saw their appearance, he didn't ask any more questions.

If there is a good one, who doesn't want to use it well, the key is no, thinking of going to change the pottery yesterday, she was pitted so much, she was a little angry.

The tent is spread in a semi-arc.

The most central location.

The old man was drying animal skins and the rhizomes of some plants, busy.

Not far away, there were children who had returned from collecting firewood, each carrying a large bundle of firewood, all of which were placed in the wooden storage place designated by the tribe.

In the distance, by the river, there are young women and middle-aged women, all polishing stone tools and daily necessities for the clan.

May told her that pottery was not available to everyone, and that only the bravest warriors were eligible to be rewarded by the chief, using pottery, stone tools sharpened by the stonemen of the hunting department, and most of them were made with stone tools polished by these disabled hunters.

Whether it is the elderly, children, or disabled hunters, they are all doing their part for the development of the tribe.

When she reached the river, May beckoned a few warriors who had not gone hunting to prepare to clear the land and plant wheat seedlings.

There are thirty or forty people here.

Except for a few who didn't hunt today, the rest were disabled hunters who had retired from the hunting team because of various disabilities, and when they saw that Mei asked the others not to call them, their eyes looked disgraced and lost, with a bit of obvious inferiority.

Once upon a time, they were also the bravest warriors, they could fight their prey empty-handed, and they could catch the fiercest beasts and win the applause of their people.

But that's all in the past.

Now they are just waste that drags their feet, and they can only polish stone tools by the river.

Although Feng Jiuqing couldn't empathize, but seeing that so many people were polishing stone tools, and they were all strong, he felt that it was really a pity, so it was better to use them.

And these hunters, if they continue to have such low self-esteem for a long time, they are afraid that they will have psychological problems.

"Who among you can labor, and stand up." Feng Jiuqing looked at the women polishing stone tools by the river and asked.

Except for the few hunters who stayed behind today, none of them stood up.

"The people of the hunting team want to hunt, and they can't farm at home every day, if you still have the ability to work, stand up and follow me, I have a job to be handed over to you." Feng Jiuqing looked at them seriously.

Still no one has come forward.

"If you all think you're a piece of waste, then I have nothing to say." Feng Jiuqing snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"Are you crazy, do you know who she is?" Mei snorted, hating iron and steel: "She is Jiuqing!" ”

"I'll go!"

Ann was the first to stand up, throwing away the stone tool he was grinding, and shouted.

"I'll go too!"

Mai also stood up, his eyes burning, who wants to polish stone tools every day, like a waste.

After a long time, others don't say that they are waste, and they also feel that they are waste.