Chapter 445: Peep into the grassroots of the secrets of the Tengshe tribe witch

In snowy weather, the grassroots didn’t want to go out. Not to mention the rest. It was just last winter. The time when he and several tribes were looking for food outside in the cold, it left him with enough impression. It's profound.
The frostbite on his body and face still has marks.
Of course, most things will not go according to his ideas, because whether in the original tribe or the more powerful tribe, he is basically not very good at speaking.
On the next day, he still walked out of the cave and walked far away on the snow that had covered his ankle.
They have to go to that place first, looking for some grass that the unicorn monster loves to eat, and then head towards the big tribe far away.
It takes a long time to travel back and forth.
If you think about it, the grassroots is full of reluctance.
But he still followed the big team very vigorously.
At the same time, he was prepared to freeze his hands, feet, and face.
But this time, his hands and feet were not frozen, because the second leader of the Tengshe tribe, who was with him, dug up some white things that the witch had prayed to the gods.
Apply this thing to the exposed skin, and there will be no more cold winds...
When the people from the Tengshe tribe who were with him smeared this magical thing on their hands and faces, and they kept admiring the greatness of the witch and the love of the gods, the grassroots felt a little suspicious.
Because he found that he seemed to have seen it.
In the past, the tribe used a clay pot to boil the broth and drink it. When the broth is cold, sometimes there will be a layer of white stuff on it.
It looks very similar to what he is applying now.
He put a little bit into his mouth, it was slippery, and the taste was similar.
Caogen was extremely puzzled. Why did the things that the witch prayed to the gods were so similar to the things that his tribe used to cook in clay pots?
After such doubts continued in his heart for a long time, he was still suppressed after all.
Because there is a gap between what is cooked in a clay pot and what the witch prays to the gods.
How can these two things be the same?
With this in mind, the two leaders of the Tengshe tribe led them to open the snow to find the grass that the unicorn monster liked to eat, and then went to the big tribe.
This year's waiting for the donkey ends here.
One is because the food they store in the grassroots tribe is not enough for them to spend the winter here, and the other is that the tribe has the habit of gathering together for the winter in winter.
If the food of the big tribe is not enough, they will follow the witch's arrangement and lead people to attack the tribe they found before...
The grassroots returned to the snow on the second day after the two leaders of the Tengshe tribe returned to the tribe.
There are many people standing with him in the snow.
It's not going to attack other tribes, but the witches in the tribes. They have to once again pray for something that is very useful and helpful to the tribe like the gods once a year.
I have never experienced these grassroots, and are full of awe and respect for them.
This is communicating with the gods!
And that kind of white, gifted by the gods, is really very useful.
This kind of waiting continued until the sky was about to dim. After praying to the gods for a whole day of witches, they opened the blocked cave from the inside and let them in.
When the rest of the people looked at the white things that were rewarded by the gods in their skulls, most of the attention of the grass roots was on the unpleasant smell that permeated the things.
The smell is familiar, and the barbecue is almost like this when it is burnt.
In such thinking, the layer of oil that emerged from the cold broth reappeared in his mind, causing his heart to tremble suddenly...
Under the flash of the bonfire, the witches of the Teng Snake Tribe pretended to be extremely tired and mysterious, accepting the praise and worship of everyone...
The north wind was blowing, crossing the high wall, rolling up some snow foam, and the cold filled the world.
If it is not enough, its power can only be shown outside, but inside the house, it will not be affected by them.
Because of the cold weather, the water vapor in the bathhouse appears more, a vast expanse of whiteness, seeming to be true and illusion, as in a dream, and as in a fairyland.
Han Cheng likes this scene the most, especially with the slippery little wife Bai Xuemei beside him.
The two opposite sexes take a bath together naked, always washing very clean, from the inside to the outside, the surface is as clean as the inside.
Facts have proved that taking a bath is a very tiring task. She brought the blushing Bai Xuemei out of the bathhouse, returned to the room, and lay on the Kang, Han Cheng soon entered his dream.
It was the red-faced Bai Xuemei, who looked very energetic.
When Han Cheng woke up from his sleep, the outside was as gloomy as before.
The room was quiet, there was no sound in the courtyard, and it was hard to tell when it was.
After doing this for a while, he looked at the Kang, and there was no Bai Xuemei. Han Cheng couldn't help but shook his head and smiled. This little daughter-in-law is so hard-working, you don't need to ask to know, she ran to weaving again.
After thinking about it for a while, Han Cheng's thoughts fell on the Green Tribe again.
According to his budget, the Green Tribe should have reached the point where it can't stand it. Why hasn't it been this time?
Could something unexpected happen again?
Thinking about it in such a random way, what was originally determined, at this time, it was a little bit out of it.
When he was thinking about it, the leader of the green tribe was leading the people in the tribe, stepping on the snow, shaking his body, and walking towards the Qingque tribe all the way.
Of course, they are trembling. On the one hand, it is because they lack food in their abdomen. On the other hand, their tribe has no extra fur at all, and they are all sent to that kind tribe in exchange for salt.
Except for these wrapped around each person, there is no more.
Even before in exchange for more salt, some of the animal skins that some people wrapped in previous years were also exchanged for salt.
The leader of the Green Tribe put the frozen numb hand on his mouth and breathed out, then looked back at the frozen complexion and blue lips behind him~EbookFREE.me~ and fell into annoyance again.
I shouldn't exchange the last salt!
Of course, it's useless to think about these at this time, but I still think about how to borrow food from that rich tribe.
Borrowing food from that wealthy tribe is the only solution the leader of the green tribe can think of to solve the immediate predicament.
Fortunately, this neighboring tribe is rich, otherwise, he really can't rise up such courage.
After all, food is very important to every tribe, especially in winter.
The leader of the green tribe was very nervous, worried that this trip would fail and the people of that tribe would not lend them food.
However, when thinking of the kind and generous son, this kind of anxiety suddenly disappeared a lot.
The son of God should agree...
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