Yanhu and the others moved forward cautiously, stopping and observing every few steps to prevent possible enemies from sneaking up on them.
In this tense state, they successfully passed the gate and entered the wall.
All the buildings within the wall are intact, and it does not look like they have been attacked by enemies.
However, the spirits of Yan Hu and others became even more tense.
Because they found that there was no one in the tribe, and from various signs, they found that they were doing their own things, but for some reason they suddenly put down what they were doing, and then suddenly disappeared.
Seeing this strange scene, Lu Mao, who was already a seventh-grade totem warrior, felt nervous and suspicious.
"Yanhu, what should I do?"
Lu Mao asked while looking around nervously.
He didn't even realize that his voice was trembling unconsciously when he spoke.
Faced with such a strange situation, Yan Hu was also at a loss.
Hearing Lu Mao's question, he took a deep breath, tried to calm down his nervousness, thought for a while, and said:
"Let's go find the witch first and see what's happening on the witch's side. I remember the witch should be on the side where the treasures are made. Yes, go this way."
After Yan Hu finished speaking, he led everyone to touch there carefully.
The place where ramie cloth is made is a bit far away from the center of the tribe, on the other side of another fence. This was specially arranged by Yang Cheng to create a quiet environment for weaving.
Yan Hu led the people and walked carefully for several minutes before they arrived.
With no buildings and other obstructions blocking the view, everyone in the hunting team suddenly saw a longing figure in front of the place where the witch made the "treasure".
The tribesmen gathered around and stood motionless.
"Yanhu, everyone seems to be over there!"
shouted a prominent member of the hunting party.
Suddenly, the faces of Yan Hu and others showed joy, but the next second, their faces turned to confusion.
It seems that all the people in the tribe are there, but why are they all standing motionless?
Yan Hu and others were puzzled and thought more.
Could it be that these tribesmen have encountered some powerful ferocious beast? Is it possible that there is such a ferocious beast in the wilderness that can control people's minds?
"Be careful, let's go take a look."
Yanhu said to the other members of the hunting team and slowly leaned over.
As they got closer, they could see clearly.
The people of the tribe all have rosy complexions, full of energy and lively eyes.
Is there any sign of being controlled by a ferocious beast? Isn't this very unhealthy?
Yanhu held a thick sword tightly in one hand on guard, stretched out his other hand, and patted the shoulder of the tribesman at the outermost part of the crowd.
Coincidentally, this person is Hongya.
Yanhu asked: "Hongya, what's going on with you, what are you doing..."
The words are not finished yet.
Hongya was startled by the sudden pat on the shoulder. He turned around to see Yanhu, patted his chest, and then raised an index finger.
“Shh!
"Don't talk, just look ahead."
As he said that, Hongya stepped aside a little, allowing Yanhu to see clearly the scene in front of the crowd.
The sun is warm, and pieces of yarn-like ramie cloth are drying in the open space.
The breeze blew gently, accompanied by the sound of the squeaking bamboo poles shaking, and the light spots scattered on the ground through the thin cloth moved with the wind.
This simple and unpretentious scene suddenly caught Yanhu's eyes and instantly penetrated into Yanhu's heart.
It made him feel an incomparable sense of peace and ease coming from deep within his heart.
The simple scene seemed to have magic power, making Yanhu seem to be stuck in a certain time and space, or connected to a certain time and space.
"Well……"
Yanhu's eyes widened and he wanted to say something to express his shock, but when the words reached his throat, he was blocked again and couldn't say anything.
Not only Yan Hu, but also the other members of the hunting team following him were also stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the thin cloth slowly blowing in the wind in front of the crowd.
Ramie cloth has distinct warp and weft, is both soft and strong, and has a simple color. No matter who sees it for the first time, they will inevitably be shocked by its purity and transcendence.
Only then did the members of the hunting team understand why the tribe was silent and why all the people in the tribe were standing here stupidly.
This is the baby!
This is the treasure that Wu calls it!
so amazing!
No need for Yang Cheng to explain, the first time everyone saw the ramie cloth, they were sure from the bottom of their hearts that this was a treasure!
He is the most powerful treasure of the Qingque tribe.
Well, just how to use this baby? What is its function?
Everyone stared at the spot for a long time, and finally someone asked Yang Cheng.
"Wu, is this the baby?"
Yang Cheng nodded, smiled, and said proudly: "Yes, it is a treasure, and it is called cloth!"
"cloth?"
Many people murmured in a low voice when they heard the name, as if they wanted to keep the name firmly in their hearts.
After remembering the name, someone asked again:
"Witch, what can it do?"
"Haha, cloth has so many uses!" Yang Cheng laughed and said: "Cloth can be used to make the clothes we wear, the hats we wear, the rags used to wipe things, as well as screens, curtains, and even It can be used to make tents instead of animal skins, cloth bags for carrying things, and shoes...
Cloth can even be used as books for recording text, paper for drawing, fans, towels for washing and bathing, ropes, sails, rain cloths, and even the flag of our Qingque tribe! "
As everyone listened to Yang Cheng's words, their eyes gradually lit up, getting brighter and brighter.
Although most of what Wu said was somewhat incomprehensible, don't worry, this cloth is a very powerful thing anyway!
"cloth!"
"cloth!"
"cloth!"
…
Everyone cheered in unison and shouted the name "Bu" loudly.
Mu Qing watched the old man burst into tears and was very excited. Using the calligraphy he learned from Yang Cheng, he was about to take out a wooden board and record today's events.
This is Mu Qing's new task. Since the management of the tribe's daily life was gradually handed over to Xia, Mu Qing has nothing to do except study sundials and dripping devices.
A few days ago, the sundial was also studied.
The sundial is placed in the north of the Qingque tribe, where there is a specially raised five-meter terrain, which Yang Cheng built using the Witch God Card.
The sundial consists of a large stone and a short hard wooden stick, with a slightly tilted base facing the sky at an angle of 20°.
Yang Cheng evenly carved 12 time points on the big stone.
As for why there are not 24 time points carved, the reason is very simple. There is no sun at night, and 11 points is actually enough.
Because even in summer, at the location of Qingque Tribe, the sun's rays will not exceed 12 hours.
Marking 12 points in time is purely due to Yang Cheng's obsessive-compulsive disorder.
