Traveling through ancient times: Savages are hungry for food

The next day.

Everyone remains the same.

They make salt in the morning and evening, and rest during the rest time.

The waves, carrying the last bit of warmth from the day, lazily beat against the beach, leaving behind tiny white foam, and then quietly retreated, as if bidding farewell to the gradually setting sun.

Everyone got up and prepared to continue making salt.

Sang Tian stepped on the sand that was covered with a golden edge by the setting sun.

It was as soft as walking on clouds, and every step sank into the fine sand, bringing a warm touch.

Sang Tian carefully ground the salt crystals on the table.

Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting at my feet, was chewing on a fish bone, and Ping'an Xile was trying to catch a big blue crab on the shore.

Xiao Zhu and Xiao Yu flew low over the sea, their wings skimming across the shimmering water, creating fleeting ripples.

Occasionally, one or two clear calls are made, mixed with the whispers of the waves.

As for the ancient pandas, they seemed to be not adapted to such an environment.

He has been listless these past few days, half-lying under the shed and dozing off.

Every day, the males have to walk several kilometers to the nearby bamboo forest to cut bamboo for them to eat.

But soon, an uninvited guest arrived.

Suddenly, Zhuangzhuang's ears twitched, and Pingan Xile's demeanor changed immediately, becoming more powerful and aggressive. He growled and bared his teeth at the forest.

It seems.

They are here...

Soon, a large group of people came out of the woods.

There are about four or five hundred.

The leader was none other than Que.

Everyone took a look and continued with their work.

Don't pay any attention to them.

The people along the coast were also furious when they saw Tianlang being so arrogant.

really!

Si was telling the truth.

At least we, the major tribes along the coast, have joined forces and brought more than 500 people.

They were still so arrogant, looking unhurried and not at all surprised by their arrival.

I feel like my dignity has been trampled upon and crushed.

……

Que glanced at it.

His hand suddenly clenched the bone knife at his waist, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and a short muffled sound came from his throat, as if something was blocking his breathing.

The pile of white things was placed on Tianlang's long table.

Very white!

Unlike the yellow salt they made, the salt made by the Sirius Tribe was a clean, almost dazzling white.

Although he couldn't rush over to taste it.

But just by looking at the look, he was certain.

The salt made by Tianlang is better than theirs!

How could this happen!

how so?

His eyes were fixed on the pile of things, almost burning two holes in it.

He knew very well that Tianlang could produce salt of such quality.

What would that mean...

It represents...the end of the era of coastal tribal dominance!

No! Impossible, not allowed!

Shock washed over him like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

Tianlang, you guys are a little too powerful...

If our interests are harmed, don't blame us for being ruthless.

His expression gradually became more serious.

but.

There was more disbelief and a hint of hidden panic.

They are coastal tribes that have always mastered the only salt-making technology in this land.

And relying on it, they became an existence that other tribes had to respect. For so many years, no tribe dared to invade the coastal areas, and the tribesmen did not need to spend much money on hunting. The meat they got every year was enough to eat.

Therefore, it has the strength and authority to lead the trade fair.

He suddenly gained the highest position in this land.

But now!

This situation is about to be ruthlessly broken by the Sirius Tribe!

They had grown to a tribe of a thousand in just six months. They were neither humble nor overbearing, resolute and courageous. They were also able to manage their daily lives under these circumstances. They had charcoal, clay pots... and so much more—things no other tribe could match.

What else could they create? A weapon more powerful than a bone knife, or sorcery that could summon wind and rain?

Each one is very possible!

Complex emotions wrapped around his heart like vines: fear of the unknown, jealousy of the other person's ability, and a hint of greed that he was unwilling to admit, wanting to keep the secret for himself.

He suddenly looked up and met the eyes of Lei, the leader of the opposite tribe.

It has become more scrutinizing and profound.

……

Que spoke slowly.

"Lei, since Tianlang is so arrogant, then... I'm afraid we can't stay here any longer...

We can't handle a thousand people, but three hundred is more than enough!

After we defeat you, we will set off to Tianlang..."

Lei didn't even look up.

It seems that he doesn't take them seriously at all.

Just asked lightly.

"What are you going to do in Tianlang?"

Si on the side couldn't keep his composure at all.

He said viciously immediately.

"Huh! Is it hard to guess?

Of course, we want to seize your territory, food, people... everything that Tianlang owns."

Lei snorted.

Still didn't even give me a glance.

Si's expression became even angrier, and the flesh on his face was squeezed into a ball.

Que clenched the bone knife in his hand even tighter.

"Then don't blame us, the coastal tribes, for not giving you face..."

The leader of the Sea Cliff Tribe behind him is really a shrewd guy.

I see the situation is not right.

said immediately.

“Whether Tianlang makes salt or not is none of my business.

We have something else to do in Haiya, so we'll leave first."

Que turned his head and looked over instantly.

The knuckles of his clenched fists turned white, and his fingertips almost dug into the flesh of his palms.

He was following behind me just a second ago, but now he has wavered and retreated.

What a fence-sitter.

He regards taking shortcuts as wisdom and betrayal as ability, yet he manages to do both with ease, like a slippery loach.

It's so disgusting that I want to pick up something and throw it at him.

"roll."

When Que squeezed out this word from between his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbed.

"Don't let me see this face of yours again."

Mo was not polite either.

Retorted.

"It all depends on your ability. Let's see, is our Sea Cliff Tribe's choice right, or will you win?

But I’m afraid you don’t have a chance…”

because.

Just as the coastal tribes were furious with the people on the cliffs...

He saw it with his own eyes.

Sister Sang at the front—her feet were staggered forward and backward, and her whole body was like a taut bow, gathering strength ready to explode at any moment.

The palm of his hand was slightly bulging due to something, and some yellow-white powder was faintly leaking out from between his fingers.

With a slight raise of his wrist, his hands filled with powder were suspended in the air, as if he was about to thrust them forward in the next second, letting the fine powder fly out like flying sand.

The arrow is on the string and must be shot...

Sirius...is not that easy to deal with.

Let you guys test the waters...

Immediately, the Sea Cliff Tribe retreated to the edge of the forest.

Just for a moment.

Sang Tian moved.

Powder flying!

A faint powder was carried into their nostrils by the wind and air.

Just listen.

The sound of "bang" continued.

At this time, people from the coastal tribes were lying all over the beach.

Except for the Sea Cliff Tribe who retreated to the edge of the forest.

The Sea Cliff leader shrank back suddenly.

Huh~

Fortunately, I made a wise choice.

Otherwise, I would have to lie here with my people...

Jie raised his head and asked arrogantly.

“Why, Haiya isn’t leaving yet.

Do you want to test the power of this Qiongyu pollen?"

The other party smiled awkwardly.

"No, no... I'm leaving now..."

When Mo was about to lose sight of the beach...

Finally look back.

I looked at the slender figure on the beach.

The evening breeze, carrying a salty, damp scent, brushed against her cheeks. The rosy glow in the sky gradually faded, from a fiery orange to a gentle pink and purple.

All the colors of the clouds in the sky are not as bright as hers.

Finally, the clouds slowly melted into the dark blue twilight, leaving only a few early-rising stars, quietly blinking in the darkening sky.

Haiya is far away from that troubled place.

"Sister Sang, we will see each other soon..."

He knew Tianlang's style of doing things very well.

They are not pushovers and will not tolerate any pushover.

From now on, there will be no more coastal tribes...

The sea cliffs would survive, but only if this was the only tribe along the coast.

He will definitely become a subordinate of Tianlang...

The weak eat the strong.

Nothing to feel sorry for.

But, he can be closer to Sister Sang.