Thinking of His Majesty the little dwarf Tsar, with millions of catties of fresh fish in his mouth every day, the great shaman and others almost fell into a daze, and they walked out of the big wooden house in despair.

If it weren't for the barely remaining sanity, they knew that it was time for His Majesty the Tsar to rest, otherwise they would have let the little dwarf point out how to weave that big net overnight.

Knowing that none of the Slavs who had learned the news had been able to sleep that night, they knew what millions of fish and meat replenishment a day meant to the Warrior Bear tribe, and indeed to the entire Slavic community.

This means that even the millions of people of the War Bear Tribe can get several catties of fish and meat per person when they are evenly divided; it means that with this powerful meat supplement, the daily food consumption will be reduced by more than half at once; it means that even if you don't have to buy food from outside, no one in the tribe will starve to death......

The great shaman even thought in advance about whether it was possible to increase the breeding scale of the ice and snow war bear mounts in the tribe by three or five times; the fat big fish of Chagan Lake has always been the favorite of the ice and snow war bears, and they are used to feed the ice and snow war bears, and I don't know how much meat they can save every day.

The female Ice and Snow War Bear can only give birth once every three years, and it is at most two at a time, but the reason for the expansion of the Ice and Snow War Bear mount is not this at all.

For countless years, they have selected at most one of the several war bear cubs, and the remaining ones can only be discarded helplessly, otherwise there will be so much meat to feed these big stomach kings.

It was like a huge stone dropped on the calm surface of a lake, which caused a great ripple, and on this night all kinds of beautiful thoughts and plans flooded the hearts of the Slavs of the War Bear Tribe, and even the other twelve tribes.

The impulse to move made them not have the heart to sleep at all, and in this long winter night, they don't know how many times they looked in the direction of the wooden house where the little dwarf was, and a huge voice resounded in their hearts: "Little dwarf, sleep with you, get up and work......"

Of course, this huge resentment had no effect on His Majesty the little dwarf Modo, and he politely rejected the suggestion of the Great Shaman and others to arrange for two Slavic girls to warm the bed, and then slept into the soft, cloud-like fur.

The next day, he woke up early, refreshed, and because it was too early, he didn't even come to the red-haired girl who was serving him to get up and wash; Modo put on his clothes haphazardly, opened the door and walked out, and then he was startled by the scene outside the house.

It was still early, at least two hours before dawn, but just outside the Modo Gate, there stood a crowd of black oppressors, shivering in the bitter cold wind, but looking at the little dwarf's eyes, their eyes were full of hope.

"Your Majesty, Tsar, you are awake, you see that I will first have someone bring breakfast to you, and after eating, you will be instructed on how to weave the kind of big net you said. The great shaman rubbed his hands and said with some embarrassment.

Mo Duo glanced at the crowd, and immediately figured out what these people were looking forward to, and he laughed dumbly: "Okay, just bring the breakfast, I'll teach you while eating, it's all very simple things anyway; ”

"Of course it's ready. The great shaman replied quickly, his only eye shining with great excitement, and he waved his hand behind him, and suddenly hundreds of sturdy women with fishing nets in their arms walked from the back of the crowd to the front, their fat faces filled with a sense of sacred ritual and an incomparable sense of glory.

The great shaman pointed to these sturdy women and said to the little dwarf, "These are the most skillful people in the tribe, and I don't know if there are enough people, if not, as many as they want." ”

The little dwarf Modo waved his hand: "Enough, I'll teach these people to weave a big net first, and then I'll take you to catch it myself, I guess you will understand; ”

After that, the little dwarf had a large number of torches erected around it, and the open space in front of the wooden house was illuminated as if it were day, and then he continued to stuff the breakfast into his mouth, which was rapidly becoming cold, and at the same time instructed the women to transform the original small fishing nets into a huge fishing net with a length of several hundred meters.

In this process, the crowd of people gathered around the black pressure not only did not show signs of decreasing, but became more and more, they tried to hold their breath as much as possible, and firmly remembered every word and every action of His Majesty the little dwarf Tsar Modo.

Even the chiefs of the other twelve tribes, regardless of their identity, relied on their strong bodies and superior fighting spirits to squeeze to the front, staring intently at the hands of the little dwarf.

No one noticed the faint glow on the faces of all the onlookers at this moment, or else they would have wondered that this was not a simple trick taught by the little gnomes, but a god who loved the world, preaching to the suffering......

The sun rose and set, and it took nearly nine hours, and the hundreds of skilful Slavs were constantly working to complete a large net hundreds of meters long, and at the moment of completion, they almost collapsed to the ground.

In order to speed up, they didn't have anyone to rest at all in such a cold outside, and they didn't even have the time to drink hot water.

The little dwarf checked it with his own hands, and although it did look a little ugly, it was also a continuation of the style of the Slavs, and it was very strong and durable.

Looking at the crowd around him who were reluctant to disperse, Mo Duo remembered that when he first went to Borg Village, it was not the same as the cold and the lack of food and clothing, and in the end, it was not the same, relying on the hands of himself and the people, he gradually made life better.

A sense of pride from the time of entrepreneurship came to his heart, and Modo shouted at the crowd: "Come with me five hundred strong Slavs, and we will go and cast the net tonight, and the rest of the people will all go back to the house, have a good rest, and have enough spirit to pick up fish tomorrow." ”

It only took a few hours, and Master Modo only instructed him in weaving a simple fishing net, but his prestige was unimaginable.

With his order, more than 500 strong men stayed, and although the rest were full of reluctance, they still walked resolutely towards their respective wooden houses.