It is a round, flat-bottomed, two-layer pulp boat made of a nearly nine-meter-long jungle hardwood keel.

The boat is three meters wide, has a draft of one meter, and the hull that rises to the surface is more than three meters high, and because it is floating in an underground river, it gives the impression that it is much larger than the actual size.

The power of the wooden boat came from the flat compartment sandwiched between the deck and the bottom of the ship, and twenty natives burrowed into it, and shook it vigorously from the small square holes dug in the hull on the left and right sides, and drove the wooden boat to slowly leave the harbor amid the cheers of the natives on the shore, and lit torches to cruise in the Pavarokin River.

On the deck, a native leader with a feather on his head, surrounded by a dozen native warriors who were temporarily sailors, brandished a spear in his hand, and surrounded a fishing net that was pulled up after harvest for labor, and under a wooden pillar with a simple pulley set at the top, roared in a majestic manner to meet the cheers of the people on the shore.

After the natives at the helm had made a great circle in the river in the wooden boats, the natives stopped howling and gave the order to cast their nets.

So the temporary sailors turned into fishermen, and according to the movements they had practiced on the shore for several days, they sprinkled the thick nylon fishing nets native to the earth onto the surface of the river, and then hurriedly pulled the thick ropes under the wooden pillars to put away the fishing nets.

As the net was reeled, all of a sudden, the wooden boat began to shake violently, and the otherwise calm water surface turned up huge waves, which splashed and extinguished the torches on the fishing boat.

All that remained on the dark surface of the river was the terrifying sound of 'whooshing...' and the panicked cries of the natives. Gradually spread and reverberated in the empty underground world, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Demon, the demon fish really can't be caught by mortals. "Witnessing the death of their compatriots in the river, there were cries of frustration from the thousands of natives watching on the shore, that of the former Pavaros who saw the great fish of the underground river dragging the huge wooden boat into the abyss, and involuntarily recalled the horror of the legend.

"Shut up, the great attacker has used his power to deter the curse of the demon fish, and the failure is also because the wooden boat is too small, too small, to catch. There were too many devilfish caught. Tugla, who was following Zhang Lisheng, angrily stopped the frustrated shouts of the people around him.

But such far-fetched reasons could not calm the frustration of the Tudnan people on the shore.

Thousands of hunters, hundreds of craftsmen. This was almost a quarter of the strength of the tribe, and in this way they gathered by the underground river to build wooden boats, and consumed all the food stored by the tribe to survive the famine, and the futility of the effort was naturally very disappointing. And this disappointment is invisibly weakening Zhang Lisheng's almost invincible reputation in 'Tudenan'.

But at this moment. Zhang Lisheng, who was standing on the bank of the river, suddenly jumped out of a snake shadow. Falling into the river, it swam into a cyan majestic dragon hundreds of meters long, standing up in the underground river and poking its head out.

Under the dragon's dead diamond-shaped gaze. The terrified Tudinans listened to their attackers say slowly: "In ancient civilizations, there was a saying that 'it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish'.

If I just want to catch a magic fish, I can catch millions of them at a time..."

As he spoke, he drove the witch insects to stir up waves in the river, carrying tens of millions of tons of river water and swimming fish into the air, and landed on the shore in the distance.

After listening to a loud sound of "whoosh...", the river returned to the river with agitation, but there were countless big fish struggling on the bank of the river, and the lucky ones fluttered back into the river, and most of them could only jump uselessly.

Pointing to the large number of swimming fish on the shore, Zhang Lisheng continued: "Tudnan, my devout disciples.

When there are only 30,000 people in the tribe, I can catch the whole tribe in the river at a time, but if our tribe expands tenfold or a hundredfold in the future, who do you think can make the entire tribe fill its stomach?"

Thousands of Tudnans looked at each other speechless as they faced the questioning questions of the attackers and listened to the jaw-dropping sound of the tails of the jaw-dropping fish on the banks of the underground river.

Until the leader of the tribe's craftsmen, Dumuru, fell to his knees and prostrated and chanted: "Great attacker, you are granting the Tud Southern Tribes the skill to live forever.

I praise you, 'Tudnan' for the faith of walking on the earth, and your 'name' will take root on this island and become the call of the gods..."

All the Tudnan people on the shore woke up and knelt on the ground, and showed their sincere prayer to the great figure in front of them, "Great Raider, you are the living faith of our people..."

Looking at the natives who were on their knees in the firelight, Zhang Lisheng, who originally just regarded all this as a performance, suddenly had a trace of inexplicable stirring feelings in his heart.

He was silent for a while, then pointed to the underground river not far away and said loudly: "From today onwards, I will catch a catch in the river tomorrow to sustain the tribe.

Tugla, double the number of warriors and craftsmen from the tribe, and within fifteen rounds of sunrise and sunset, the fishing boats of 'Tudnan' must turn this river into our fishing grounds.

"Yes, great raider. Tudnan's leader fell to his knees and said deferentially.

Under the orders of the attackers, the native warriors stabbed the big fish on the shore to death with spears and brought them back to the tribe, and the clan leaders immediately gathered more Tudnans and poured into the dark and damp underground realm.

The shipyard gradually became larger under the repair of craftsmen, and the fishing boats built became more and more suitable and sturdy in the failed trials of the native warriors again and again.

Finally, after the sun rose and set fourteen times, a huge wooden boat with a unique method of one and two three keels set sail, and under the pull of the exhausted natives on the ship, the pulleys of the three staggered wooden pillars connected to the three keels rotated together, and slowly pulled up the net that caught a large fish.

As the fish struggled in the net, the rocking wooden boat swayed slowly, and the leader of the native warriors on the deck roared excitedly, "Pull in the rope, I'll stab those demon fish to death", grabbed the discarded thorn spear and jumped to pierce the heads of the big fish in the net one by one.

After a while, as more and more dead fish were in the nets, the wooden boat stopped rocking and returned to the shore smoothly.

With the help of the firelight, looking at the boatload of fatty fish, all the Tudnan people on the shore, regardless of whether they are high or low, roared excitedly, and unlike other ordinary clansmen, some of the clan leaders roared hoarsely, and the bright light in their eyes flashed brighter, and they vaguely felt that a new era of 'Tudnan' had quietly descended at this moment!

With the success of the model, the big wooden boat, which Zhang Lisheng called the 'three-bone boat' because of its three keels, was copied by Tudnan's craftsmen at a rate of two days, and with the construction of the new shipyard, the future of fishing boats on the Jinhe River in the underground world can be fully expected.

And as batches of fish were transported back to the tribe, Zhang Lisheng's reputation in 'Tudenan' once again climbed to new heights.

"The great raider has caught more than five hundred devil fish and three fishing boats today, and the harvest of just three fishing boats has topped one-tenth of the hunting grounds of the entire tribe.

And as the warriors become more and more proficient in fishing, the harvest is still increasing," Tughra knelt in front of Zhang Lisheng, who was sitting on the animal skin, and said excitedly, "I think the tribe should establish a 'branch' outside the cave of the Pavarojin River..."

"No, you are wrong about Tugla, 'Tudnan' should not have built a 'branch' outside the Pavaroquin River, but should have migrated to 'Pavaro' in its entirety. Zhang Lisheng shook his head and interrupted Tudenan's words, and said in a shocking voice: "I have long thought that this small valley under my feet will inevitably become a shackle that binds 'Tudenan', but I didn't expect this day to come so quickly." ”

Tugla stared at the attacker dumbfounded, speechless for a long time, and finally waited until the sound of 'buzzing...' in his head subsided a little, and stammered: "Wei, great attacker, but, 'Tudnan' has lived in this valley for hundreds of years, and the tribe is even named after it..."

"You are wrong again Tugra, it is not that the southern Tuds are named after the valley, but that the valley is named after the southern Tud, and when the 'Tudnan' migrates beyond the Pavarojin River, the name of the golden river will become the Tudnan Golden River.

Tugla, you should also feel that the golden river has now become the greatest dependence of the tribe for prosperity, and it must be firmly held in your hands.

Alright, let's announce the news, I'm going to leave for the time being after the migration of Tudnan is complete. Zhang Lisheng waved his hand and said categorically and irrefutably.

"Yes, great raider. Tugla did not dare to continue arguing with Zhang Lisheng, and stumbled out of the bark house with a somewhat dejected expression, announcing to the people that the tribe was about to migrate.

To his surprise, upon hearing the news, the other Tudnans accepted it very calmly, and it was evident that these natives, who had been members of the tribe for less than a year, did not have the same unrelenting feelings for the valley beneath their feet as their leaders, and even some of the converts who had been Pavaro had low cheers from their mouths.

In the absence of opponents and no one dared to oppose them, the migration of the tribes was smoothly initiated.

Due to the small size of the Hellpeople, it was easy to build a treehouse suitable for their habitation, especially after the tribal craftsmen gained a great deal of knowledge about geoengineering tools.

Ten days later, on the site of the ruins of 'Pavaro', an indigenous tribe built around the Golden River Cave was slowly born.

After Zhang Li transformed into a majestic giant with a height of ten meters and muscles like metal casting, he personally carried the Tudenan totem pole to the Jinhe Cave and erected it, and the 'Tudenan' was considered to have completed the migration.

Coincidentally, on the same day, the Jinhe Fishing Farm, which had expanded to four shipyards and more than 20 fishing boats, produced catches that were just enough to meet the needs of all the people of the entire tribe. (To be continued.) )

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