"Captain, it's all done, this tribe doesn't have much food, but there are a lot of these strange things."

More than a hundred miles from the mining area, a tribe is burning with a raging fire.

A muscular bearded man sits on a rock, biting at the roast in his hand.

"Go grab someone and ask." He threw away the bones that had been left over from eating, wiped his hand casually on the fur coat of a corpse on the side, and walked to the side with his men.

Soon a man guarding a group of children appeared in front of him.

"Where's the food of your tribe?" The bearded man asked.

The people of this tribe obviously had enough to eat every day, but they couldn't find much food.

"Huh, phew!" The man on the ground spat and then got up and rushed towards the bearded man, whose men stood in front of him, wielding wooden sticks, but the man cut several of them in an instant with the wood knife in his hand.

The bearded man didn't expect the man's weapon to be so sharp, and when the man was exhausted, he pierced his thigh with the wooden spear in his hand.

The man held the wooden spear in one hand, threw out the firewood knife in the other hand and slashed the throat of an enemy, and then scolded in the broken Datang dialect: "Scatter coins!" ”

"Scattering coins?" The bearded man kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground, then shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, but it's certainly not a good thing." ”

He took two steps forward and grabbed the man's hair and asked him to lift his head: "Now that your weapon is mine, you'd better tell me honestly where your food is?" Otherwise......"

He licked his lips: "There are several more children in your tribe, and it is enough for us to eat for two days." ”

"You ......" The man's eyes were full of anger, but there was nothing he could do but say: "The little white particles in those bags are grain, called rice, and they only taste good if they are made in a special way." ”

"A special way?" The bearded man put his hair down and pulled him up: "Then let's do it, we came from such a far place, if we can't eat enough......"

As he spoke, he walked over and picked up the firewood knife on the ground and looked at it, and hung a vine around his waist

Look at the tribal kids who were gathered together.

The man was helpless, shouted a few times, called a few people for help, and began to cook rice with the only two iron pots in the tribe.

Soon, the aroma of rice began to waft out.

"Alright, it's ready to eat!" The man lifted the lid of the pot, and then was kicked aside by the beard, and he didn't use any tools, and he wasn't even afraid of being hot, so he grabbed a ball of rice in it with his hand, blew it slightly, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although it was the first time he had eaten the soft and glutinous rice, he thought it tasted good.

And when he ate it into his stomach, his stomach felt quite comfortable, and after making sure that it was indeed food, he called all his people over.

A group of people began to eat around the two pots, and soon even the pot at the bottom of the pot was picked clean by this group of people.

"Yes, this thing is delicious, and it looks pretty good to store." He turned to the man and asked, "Where did you come from?" ”

The man said indignantly, "I can tell you, but believe me, you will regret it when you go." ”

"Hahahaha!" The bearded man stood up and laughed, and his men laughed along.

He crouched down and twisted the man's neck, lifted him up, and said:

"We, the most powerful tribe on this continent, the Wild Dog Tribe, do you know why it's called that? Because we are like the wild dogs in this grassland, we are the most powerful beings, and all the prey we target will eventually be torn to pieces by us. ”

After saying that, he threw the man aside as if he were throwing a rag bag: "Kill all the men and the old men, take away the women and children, and all the food, oh, and these two things called pots." ”

"Then inform the elders that there is a tribe in the north called the Mining District, which has a lot of grain!"

"Oh, oh, oh, grain, grain!"

"Grain, grain!"

The people of the Wild Dog tribe shouted as they slaughtered the men of the small tribe.

They came from the eastern part of Australia and were the most powerful tribes in the east, and it took them more than twenty years to annex all the tribes in the east.

Just like this, the men and the old men were killed, and the women and children were left.

In more than 20 years, the population of the tribe has reached more than 200,000, and their chieftain is not satisfied, and finally set his sights on the west.

Led by the most powerful hyena elder of their tribe, the entire army of more than 10,000 people was crushed by all the tribes they met along the way.

Now there is nothing more than a squad of forwards, and they have wiped out this tribe of nearly five hundred people in less than three hundred.

From here, I learned that there was a strange tribe called the mining area in the north, and they actually asked the nearby tribes to dig stones for them to eat, and they were given the strange food called rice.

Since all the nearby tribes are digging stones for rice in the mining area, it means that there must be a lot of this kind of rice in the mining area.

In their opinion, the only three most important things for a tribe are people, food, and weapons.

There is so much food in the mines, but there are only a few thousand people except for the people who help them with mining, isn't it as tempting as a child walking through the city with gold in his hand?

"So this mining area is the most powerful tribe in the north?" The hyena elder asked after listening to the bearded man's report.

"The most powerful may not be, but the richest is for sure, I heard that they don't know where this thing called rice came from, and the number is too many to count, no matter how many stones so many tribes dig for them, they have enough rice to exchange."

The bearded man said everything, but the wood knife he hid himself did not tell the hyena, so that the next tribal tournament has such a weapon, he has a good chance of winning, and then become the new tribal elder.

"Then we'll go meet this mining tribe." The hyenas did not believe that any tribe could defend themselves against their attacks.

All that large amount of rice had been considered in his possession, and although he had not eaten rice, he judged that it must have been grown with some kind of plant, and that their tribe had its own fruit trees.

Therefore, if we can get the seeds and planting methods of this kind of rice again, the wild dog tribe will never lack food in the future.

Until now, he didn't know what he was going to face, and he didn't know that in the near future, Tang Ping would fulfill his "wish".