"Captain, we've finished searching. This tribe doesn't have much food, but there are a lot of strange things like this."
More than a hundred miles away from the mining area, a tribe was burning with raging fire.
A muscular bearded man sat on a stone, biting into the barbecue in his hand.
"Go grab someone and ask." He threw away the remaining bones after eating, casually wiped his hand on the animal skin clothing of a corpse on one side, and led his men to the side.
Soon a man guarding a group of children appeared in front of him.
"Where's the food of your tribe?" Big Beard asked.
It is obvious that the people of this tribe have enough to eat every day, but they cannot find much food.
"Huh, bah!" The Several wooden sticks were chopped over in an instant by this man with the hatchet in his hand.
The bearded man didn't expect that the man's weapon was so sharp, and when the man was exhausted, he pierced his thigh with the wooden spear in his hand.
The man held the wooden spear in one hand, threw the hatchet with the other hand and hit an enemy in the throat, and then cursed in broken Tang Dynasty dialect: "Throw coins!"
"Throw coins?" The bearded man kicked him in the chest and knocked him to the ground. Then he shook his head and said, "I don't know what you said, but it is definitely not a good thing."
He took two steps forward, grabbed the man's hair, and asked him to raise his head: "Now that your weapons are mine, you'd better tell me honestly where your food is? Otherwise..."
He licked his lips: "You still have several tribal children, and they are enough for us to eat for two days."
"You..." The man's eyes were full of anger, but he had no choice but to say: "The small white particles in those bags are grains, called rice. They just need to be made in a special way to be delicious."
"A special method?" The bearded man put down his hair and pulled him up: "Then let's try it. We came from such a far away place. If we don't have enough to eat..."
As he spoke, he walked over, picked up the hatchet on the ground, looked at it, hung it on his waist with a tree vine, and then
Look at the tribal children gathered together.
The man had no choice but to scream a few times and call a few people for help. He started cooking rice in the tribe's only two iron pots.
Soon, the aroma of rice began to waft out.
"Okay, it's time to eat!" The man opened the lid of the pot, and was kicked aside by the bearded man. He didn't use any tools, and he wasn't even afraid of being burned. He just grabbed a ball of rice inside with his hands, slightly Blow on it and stuff it into your mouth.
Although it was his first time to eat the soft and glutinous rice, he thought it tasted pretty good.
And after eating it, his stomach felt quite comfortable. After confirming that it was indeed food, he called all his people over.
A group of people began to gather around the two peopleThe big pot began to eat, and soon even the bottom of the pot was scratched clean by this group of people.
"Yes, this stuff is delicious and looks easy to store." He asked the man, "Where did it come from?"
The man said angrily: "I can tell you, but believe me, you will regret it after you go."
"Hahahaha!" The bearded man stood up and laughed, and his men also laughed.
He knelt down and twisted the man's neck, lifted him up and said:
"We are the most powerful tribe on this continent, the Wild Dog Tribe. Do you know why we are called this name? Because we are just like the wild dogs on this grassland, we are the most powerful existence, and all prey that is targeted by us In the end we will tear them to pieces."
After saying that, he threw the man aside like a rag bag: "Kill all the men and old people, take away the women, children and all the food, oh, and these two things called pots."
"Then inform the elders that there is a tribe called the Mining Area in the north, which has a lot of food!"
"Oh, oh, oh, grain, grain!"
"Food, food!"
The people of the Wild Dog tribe shouted while slaughtering the men of this small tribe.
They came from the east of Australia and were the most powerful tribe in the east. It took them more than 20 years to annex all the tribes in the east.
Just like this, the men and old people were killed, but the women and children were left behind.
In more than 20 years, the tribe's population has reached more than 200,000, but their chief was not satisfied and finally set his sights on the west.
Led by the most powerful hyena elder of their tribe, the army of more than 10,000 people was overwhelmingly defeated by all the tribes they met along the way.
What appears here now is just a vanguard team. With less than 300 people, they destroyed this tribe of nearly 500 people.
From here, I learned that there was a strange tribe in the north called the Mining Area. They actually asked nearby tribes to dig out rocks for them to eat, and what they gave them was that strange food called rice.
Since all the nearby tribes are digging stones for rice in the mining area, it means that there must be a lot of this thing called rice in the mining area.
In their opinion, there are only three most important things for a tribe, people, food and weapons.
There is so much food in the mining area, but apart from the people who help them dig, there are only a few thousand people. Isn't this as tempting as a child walking through the bustling city with gold in his hand?
"So this mining area is the most powerful tribe in the north?" Elder Hyena asked after listening to Big Beard's report.
"It's not necessarily the most powerful, but the richest is certain. I heard that they don't know where this thing called rice comes from, and there are so many of them that they can't even count them. No matter how many rocks were dug by so many tribes, they still can't count them." There is enough rice to exchange.”
Big Beard said everything, except that he didn't tell the hyena about the hatchet he hid, so that if there was such a weapon in the next tribal competition, he would have a high chance of winning and become the new tribal elder.
"Then let's go meet this tribe in the mining area." The hyena didn't believe that any tribe could resist their attack.
All that large amount of rice has been regarded as his own, and although he has never eaten rice, he judged that it should be grown from some kind of plant, and his tribe has its own fruit trees.
Therefore, if the seeds and planting methods of this kind of rice can be obtained again, the wild dog tribe will never be short of food in the future.
Until now, he didn't know what he was going to face, nor did he know that Tang Ping would fulfill his "wishes" in the near future.
