Shi Zhu didn't hesitate too much, and then found the direction he was going.

She had heard Daddy say that on the other side of the dense forest, it was the Sunrise Forest.

There are the most powerful tribes, the most humans, and the strongest bloodline warriors.

As long as he can arrive safely, spread the news of the rise of the Yanlong tribe on the edge.

Let more people know that they have powerful bronze tools, salt, and many strange things, and she will not worry that no one will help her avenge.

The Yanlong Tribe.

Wait for the day when you will be exterminated!

Shi Zhu climbed to the top of a big tree and looked in the direction where the Yanlong tribe was, his delicate face almost distorted.

……

What happened in the Chiyan tribe was like a wound cut by a sharp weapon to the people of the Yanlong tribe, as time passed.

The wound will scab over, then the scab will fall off, and it will eventually heal.

Those who struggle to survive on the plains are not qualified to be depressed by grief.

The deceased is gone, but the living, life will go on.

When grass began to grow on the tombs of more than a dozen clansmen, the Chiyan tribe had completely disappeared, not only physically, but also from the hearts of everyone.

However, the ore mined from the mountain once occupied by the Chiyan tribe was sent to the Yanlong tribe one after another along the road opened up by Mu Bai and the people.

Mu Bai's trip was not small.

In addition to taking over the territory of the Chiyan tribe in its entirety, traces of coal were also found not far away.

At this time, the entire Yanlong tribe was busy.

But after most people were pulled out to work in mining, smelting, and pottery, the problem of food shortages gradually became apparent.

"It's still the season when food is abundant, but everyone has to go out hunting for half a day, and everything else is delayed."

"If this continues, when will our caravan set off for farther places?"

It has been more than two months since the matter of the Chiyan tribe passed, and the brute bull, who had been promoted to a mid-level bloodline warrior, also came out of the blow.

Now that he has lost his two horns, he is completely transformed and is full of vigor again.

The exchange ore no longer existed, and he was also removed from the position of steward, and given his combat effectiveness, Mu Bai and Mang both agreed that he should be the leader of the caravan that went out to trade.

The word 'caravan' was still what they heard from Mu Bai's mouth.

Apparently they're all adapting pretty well.

"Manniu is really big now!" Wu Yuan looked up from a large pile of bookkeeping hides and smiled.

"Why, our marginal places can't accommodate you anymore?"

"I think the bull's worries are justified."

Mang, who happened to come in from outside, continued to talk.

Now that the weather is slowly getting hotter, although there are several newly built houses in the camp, Mu Bai still likes to sit in the cave and deal with things.

It's not for nothing that the winter is warm and the summer is cool, and she can suddenly understand the fact that there are still people living in caves in the era she lived in before.

"Now that the tribe has a large population, if we don't have a little food in stock, what will we do when it comes to the rainy season?"

Mang frowned as he walked in.

"I wonder if we should stop all the workshops first?"

Although Mang has grown up very fast during this time, he can cooperate with Mu Bai in many things, and he is very supportive of Mu Bai's every idea.

But what is being done in the workshop has never appeared in the plain.

It looks a little 'out of business'!

Although those fresh utensils are very easy to use, making everyone's life a lot easier, the output of the workshop has covered all the land, and now it can achieve a bowl for each person, a knife for each person, and there is salt in the meat.

But Wu was not satisfied, and offered to take these things out to trade with other tribes.

Since ancient times, each tribe has lived its life behind closed doors.

Even when the sun rises in the forest, only one's own tribe has too many things to save and can only exchange them with other tribes when they can't eat enough.

In exchange, it is also food, fur and other much-needed things.

But most of the people living on the edge of the land are wandering tribes, and they even have a problem with their own food, where can they come up with more things in exchange?

Moreover, the matter of the raid of the Chiyan tribe has not been relieved until now.

If it weren't for the agreement reached with them before, their people would not have taken it lightly and suffered heavy losses as a result!

He is not optimistic about the 'deal' that Mu Bai said now, and he is still vigilant.

For fear of repeating the mistakes of the past.

"Can't stop!" To his proposal, the brute bull was the first to object.

"Mang, you say, our salt, copper knives, pottery, which is not a good thing? If you don't have it, do you want to? ”

"If you were asked to exchange a day or two of prey for one, would you change it?"

After what happened, the brute bull obviously grew up, he didn't speak in a hurry or slowly, and when he persuaded people, he even started with rhetorical questions.

Mu Bai watched with a smile.

She can come up with new things and teach them them.

But ideological enlightenment still has to rely on themselves.

She had already thought about it, if the bull couldn't convince Mang, she also planned to slow down as Mang said.

This is the same as cultivating.

The aura absorbed in the body must go through a heavy and synchronized with the growth of divine consciousness before it can steadily improve its cultivation.

Simply oversaturating the aura in the body will not only be useless for cultivation, but will lead to serious consequences, and it may be possible to die violently at any time.

Mu Bai felt that his divine sense growth was a little backward, and he had only slowed down in the past few months, and he had not devoured the Fierce Beast Neidan to improve his cultivation.

The same is true in the tribe, if the production mode that is too advanced is out of touch with the ideological consciousness, it will not form a virtuous circle, and can only go to the other extreme, bringing about its own destruction.

To put it bluntly: if you take a big step, you will pull the egg!

Mang was stunned by the brute bull's question.

"Yes."

But after thinking about it, I finally nodded honestly.

"But we can go hunting ourselves, so why bother exchanging prey from others? Let's just use those good things ourselves, what are we doing in exchange for others? ”

"For example, the copper knife, so sharp, what if they get the people who deal with us?"

The bull shook his head at him.

"I'll answer you one by one."

"We can go hunting ourselves, but how can hunting be rewarded every day? And who can guarantee that it will be safe every time? ”

"But it's different if we trade things for them."

"As long as you want our things, you will definitely be able to exchange them for jerky. And it's handled by someone else, and there will be no danger at all. ”

"As for the fear that others will take our copper knife and deal with us with backhand, you don't have to worry about it!"

"Wu has long considered this situation, the copper weapons are only equipped with those that our own tribe is not allowed to go out, and the only ones that are exchanged for others are needles, scissors, small daggers and other gadgets used in daily life."

The brute bull looked at Mu Bai and said triumphantly.