Chapter 472: Go to that powerful tribe

In the early morning of the next day, just before the dawn, the mouth of the closed cave of the donkey tribe was opened from leaving.
The four leaders of the Tengshe tribe walked out of it with the people of the Tengshe tribe.
Yesterday's good food, drink and sleep made all their tiredness wiped out, and they became very energetic at this time.
They took their weapons and set off energetic.
Walking with them were two people from the donkey tribe who had not run away after being injured.
The two donkey tribesmen from the Tengshe tribe escorted them to lead the way and headed straight in one direction, which was the Qingque tribe.
"&￥#!"
The four leaders of the Tengshe tribe felt that the people from the two donkey tribes walked too slowly, and they just walked over.
He couldn't wait to go to that tribe to grab all the precious pottery and salt, but the two of them were so slow.
The two donkey tribesmen filled with fear can only endure the pain on their bodies and accelerate their speed to bring these cruel people to the rich tribe.
The mood of the four leaders of the Tengshe tribe became happy again.
He originally thought that the pottery and salt would be like this, but he didn't expect that he would ask other news from these people.
Because of the different languages, he basically couldn't understand what these people said, but one thing he understood very well was that the salt and pottery owned by this tribe were all obtained from another tribe.
So early this morning, he took some people and set off. He was going to beat down the tribe that had salt and pottery.
Take away all the salt and pottery from that tribe. After returning to the tribe, he will definitely be greatly appreciated by the witch.
As for whether that tribe is difficult to conquer, whether it is very powerful, these four chiefs of the snake tribe have not even considered.
From his memory to the present, he has never seen a more powerful tribe than the Teng Snake Tribe.
There is no tribe that the Teng Snake Tribe cannot defeat.
It doesn't matter which tribe possesses pottery and salt, it doesn't matter to him, because he will break it and take away salt and pottery.
When thinking about such ambitions, he deliberately ignored the tribe that had caused him a big loss.
That tribe was just an accident. There are many tribes on this land. It is impossible to be so coincidental. They have strange caves, and they can also have precious pottery and salt...
The sun was shining down, and in a clearing between the woods, the leader of the donkey tribe and eight other people from the donkey tribe sat slumped here.
Most of them have injuries, injuries, shocks, fatigue...all kinds of things pile on them, making them extremely depressed.
The leader of the donkey tribe sat leaning on a tree, staring at the ground blankly.
From yesterday to now, everything that happened suddenly made him dazed.
His tribe was destroyed in this way. After working hard with people for so long, he finally made the tribe prosperous, seeing the tribe every day like a day...
However, all this was destroyed for life.
All these things are like a dream, a dream that one does not want to touch.
The lively child was pierced and slowly bleeds to the ground, familiar people in the tribe fell to the ground, eyes lost color, everyone screamed in panic and despair, leaving four injured tribesmen blocking the enemy...
All of this kept circling in his mind, making his mood fluctuate greatly.
Go back to find those evil people desperately, kill them, and rescue the living tribesmen.
This thought appeared in his heart more than once, and even a few times he took the remaining people back for a certain distance, but in the end, he still sat down with people, as if on his body. All strength was evacuated.
Because he knew that even if he went back, it would be of no use. They were not opponents of that tribe.
So many people of the tribe are dead, they return to the past, except for the last person in the tribe to be buried together, there will be no more results.
Time passed slowly like this, the daylight gradually slanted to the west, and the leader of the donkey tribe, who was no longer bleeding with his arms high and swollen, suddenly stood up from the ground after being silent for a while.
A sense of weakness came in an instant, causing him to shake.
"@ER%!"
He ignored these and shouted loudly at the other eight people.
The eight people from the same silent donkey tribe gradually got color in their eyes. They got up from the ground, followed the leader, and walked towards it regardless of their weakness.
They want to rush to the rich and powerful tribe, tell the powerful tribe of this matter, and beg them to avenge the people of their tribe!
The previous hurried flight caused them to deviate from the way they used to go to the tribe, but it didn't matter. In recent years, the most they did was hurry.
Even if they deviate from the usual path, as long as they know the direction, they have the ability to come to that tribe.
After going to that rich and powerful tribe, the idea of ​​asking them for help was born, filling all of them with power.
Regardless of their physical weakness, they walked through this seemingly vague place.
This thought is like the last straw...
The Qingque tribe was as peaceful as before. The first time the Guzi received it in the house, the second time the Guzi also took advantage of the good weather and beat it.
The millet filled in several rooms made everyone feel particularly at ease. This means that there is grain in their hands, and they don't panic in their hearts.
The last batch of autumn silkworms also cocooned the day before yesterday.
Some silkworm cocoons that were slightly larger were selected and left, and they turned into winged moths to leave behind the next generation. The remaining silkworm cocoons were taken away by the silkworm breeder Bai Xuemei.
Instead of opening the silkworm cocoons, taking out the silkworm chrysalis, and deep-frying them, they poured them all into a pottery jar with boiling water.
Bai Xuemei, who has mastered the weaving with hemp thread, wants to try to weave with silkworm cocoons, because Brother Cheng said that after the silkworm cocoons are drawn, the woven fabric is better than linen.
In fact, she started to try this thing as early as the last batch of silkworm cocoons matured, but the effect was not good. It can be said that it failed completely.
It's not weaving machines, but silkworm cocoons.
These silkworm cocoons are placed here, and before she can draw the silk, there are moths arching out inside.
With a broken cocoon, the thread broke as soon as she pulled it. This made her very distressed.
It even made her feel uncomfortable at that time when she was less than her belly.
It was not until later that I asked my brother Cheng, that this troublesome matter was solved...
The water in the pot boiled, and the cocoons floating in it continued to roll with the boiling water.
The chrysalis in the cocoon is boiled to death by boiling water, and can no longer turn into moths, and the cocoon will not break.