In the following time, Yanhu, Hongya and others went back and forth on the river one after another, carrying all the remaining people of the Teng tribe and Yang Cheng.
Except for Yang Cheng, everyone was very curious about paddling on the river with a raft. After rowing one by one, they were still not satisfied, and begged Yanhu and the others to take them to paddle on the river.
Paddling such a long river back and forth would have made ordinary people exhausted long ago on earth, but Yanhu and the others were totem warriors and couldn't muster any strength.
He also enjoys rafting on the river and doesn't want to come down.
So the two sides hit it off immediately, and even many totem warriors from the Vine tribe joined in and had a great time together.
Yang Cheng looked at these guys who were playing around like children and was extremely speechless.
The raft is not a big ship. Although it will not sink if you step on it, it is not stable at all. When Yang Cheng sat on the raft just now, there was a lot of fear, but he didn't show it.
It was already past noon, looking at the sun, which was far to the west, and Yang Cheng's stomach had already begun to growl.
So, Yang Cheng shouted to everyone playing: "Get ready to cook!"
"Ouch!"
Nothing is more important than eating. When everyone heard that dinner was about to begin, everyone jumped on the shore one by one, dragging the raft behind them and running over.
No more need for Yang Cheng to direct.
Light a fire, set up a clay pot, and put in the meat of ferocious beasts, all in one go.
Not a moment.
The two pottery pots emitted a strong aroma, which was so fragrant that it spread to the noses of the people in the Vine Tribe next door, making all of them salivate and become greedy.
Although the Teng tribe exchanged two pottery pots from the Qingque tribe, they regarded them as treasures after they came to interact with them. Apart from cooking, they put them in Hua Xuan's tent the rest of the time and were firmly guarded.
Even during this exchange ceremony, Hua Xuan came out with him, but the two pottery pots were not brought out.
Qiuye, Hua Xuan and others have not eaten meat in the clay pot for seven or eight days.
Therefore, as soon as they smelled the aroma of cooking meat, everyone in the Vine tribe felt that the meat of the ferocious beasts roasting on their hands suddenly no longer smelled good.
Hua Xuan was among the people of the Teng tribe, and was blocked by their figures, making it invisible to the people of the Qingque tribe.
"Damn it, this damn guy!"
Hua Xuan sat on the ground, pulling at the withered grass, and cursed: "This damn guy actually lied to us that there are only a few clay pots, and now, I have seen three or four!"
Just now when the Qingque tribe took out pottery pots to cook, Hua Xuan took a look at their animal skin bags. There were at least seven or eight pots in the animal skin bags!
It doesn't look like Yang Cheng said before that there were only four or five!
It was obvious that that hateful guy was lying and deceived her of a witchcraft from the Vine Tribe and a witch bone!
"Hmph, bring out a clay pot and cook such fragrant beast meat. You will be in trouble if a high-level beast is attracted later!"
Hua Xuan cursed fiercely, turned to Qiuye and the others and said, "Qiuye, let's go, we won't stay here anymore!"
Qiuye and others looked at each other in shock, but this was not the first time they saw Hua Xuan acting so angry and lost her temper. Ever since she contacted the Qingque tribe, Hua Xuan had been very angry every time she was tricked by Yang Cheng.
Since the shaman gave the order, the people of the Vine tribe did not hesitate. They carried the animal skin bags filled with salt and put the unroasted meat directly in their hands. They were accustomed to eating it raw or cooked.
Then he turned back three times and walked forward.
In fact, the totem warriors of the Vine Tribe were reluctant to leave. Although they couldn't eat the meat in the clay pot, the smell was good...
"Witch, the people from the Vine Tribe are gone."
Yan Hu turned his head and reported to Yang Cheng.
After hearing the news, the other totem warriors also glanced in the direction where the Vine Tribe people were walking away and breathed a sigh of relief.
People in primitive societies were single-minded, but they were not simple.
Know how to act in the wilderness. The threats come not only from ferocious beasts, but also from people from other tribes.
Especially after the sudden attack by the Black Monkey Tribe, the totem warriors of the Qingque Tribe present were even more wary of the warriors of other tribes.
In addition, they brought Yang Cheng with them when they came out this time, so they were even more careful when fighting.
Yang Cheng is the shaman of the Qingque Tribe. Without him, the Qingque Tribe will surely plummet and its totem will disappear.
Even though Yanhu and some people from the Teng tribe were laughing and joking just now, the sense of oppression brought by the Teng tribe still remained on them.
There are fifteen totem warriors in the Vine tribe, while there are only ten in the Qingque tribe. Although Yang Cheng can cast fireballs, there is no problem in dealing with three or four. In a real fight, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose.
But it's better not to fight. After all, no one can predict what kind of accident will happen.
"Well, let the Vine Tribe go first. Let's eat our food and rest for a while before we go on our way." Yang Cheng nodded.
He also knew the worries of everyone in Yanhu.
Although Yang Cheng wanted to continue harvesting the wool of the Teng tribe, it was best to be cautious outside the wilderness.
Next, everyone ate up the ferocious beast meat in the clay pot, washed the clay pot with river water, and did not rest where they were right away, but moved to another place to rest.
Just as Hua Xuan said, Yang Cheng was also afraid that the smell of meat cooked in a clay pot would attract high-level ferocious beasts.
We moved to a place near a rock and arranged to stand guard.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe relaxed.
Traveling in the forest for nearly ten days left them physically and mentally exhausted. They wondered if they would suddenly encounter a vicious beast after turning around a forest.
There is no doubt that there are ferocious beasts in this wilderness, but compared to the primitive forest that blocks the view, the open wilderness undoubtedly makes people feel more at ease.
Soon, there was a sound of snoring around Yang Cheng.
Yang Chengze did not rest immediately. He looked at the ground and picked up a few dry grasses from above to see if any of them could be used as plants.
But upon closer inspection, although these grass roots look similar to ears of rice and wheat, the fruits they produce are grass seeds, not edible millet.
Yang Cheng was not discouraged, but was looking forward to the exchange ceremony more and more.
Now that we have left the virgin forest and arrived in the wilderness, according to the general laws of nature, there must be edible plants in the wilderness.
Maybe you can find it in the primitive tribes living in the wilderness.
Just thinking about it, Yang Cheng couldn't help but feel worried.
This world is different from the earth. There are two moons in the sky at night. Plants with different habits grow in the primeval forest. The animals in the wilderness and the fish in the river are also different ferocious beasts. There are even witches he has mastered. The force and totem power of the totem warrior...
What if there really is no such thing as grain in this world?
What should we do about the development of the tribe?
If we can't replenish more energy and blood, what about the promotion of the Totem Warrior?
With these worries in mind, Yang Cheng put his hands behind his head, looked at the blue sky, listened to the sound of wind blowing grass leaves, and fell asleep slowly...
