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After Mei Hua and the patriarch finished sharing the bowls, they mentioned Xiaoli's matter to the patriarch,

The patriarch knew that Xiao Li had a child and an old man, which was really a drag on the tribe, so he was willing to let Mei Hua take her away.

"What do you want in exchange?" Anyway, the three members of their family are all free eaters.

Plum Blossom understands the meaning of the patriarch, this is one of the varieties that the patriarch agreed to, and people also trade.

"You speak first."

The patriarch said: "For the three of them, just give three baskets."

Plum Blossom said with a little embarrassment: "We only have these few baskets. We brought them all, and we don't have any."I can only give you one if you want. "

The patriarch nodded: "Yes, but two baskets must be exchanged."

Mei Hua felt that the patriarch had become smarter, and would attach conditions.Nodding: "Okay." He looked very helpless.

The patriarch rejoiced: "How about exchanging a gazelle for a basket?"

Mei Hua scratched her head: "Okay. But you have to arrange for the warriors to send us the Gazelle back."

The patriarch was so happy: "Okay."

Because the summer is too hot, the food cannot be kept for a long time. The two parties agreed that every time they call, they will be sent to the alpine camp.

Until the number of fifty is enough.

There were only five of them today, and Meihua and the warriors carried them back home.

With Xiaoli and his family.

Before leaving, Meihua took out a high-quality pottery pot as a gift, and told the patriarch, "Because you take care of our business, you specially gave it to the patriarch."

In fact, this is an advertisement, a series of sales strategies.

Other people looked at it, "Huh? Patriarch, what is this?" Is there another thing that can be covered on it?

This is a gift from the Big Bear Tribe, the pottery pot.

Use him to boil water, burn it fast, save firewood, and teach him how to use him to make delicious food.

With the bone soup he stewed, the elderly and children will feel better after drinking it.

Patriarch, I want such a good thing too.

Then tell the warriors of the Big Bear Tribe, but I heard from Meihua that this pottery pot is much more difficult to make than a pottery bowl.

Because it’s big, it’s much worse every time, and only one of them will be successful if you do many.

The patriarch took a sip of the beef bone soup in a pottery bowl, feeling really comfortable. This feeling is what Meihua said is easy to absorb and digest.

How to exchange?

Plum said at least one bison.

Alas, it is really expensive.

The warrior also took a sip of the beef bone soup, it was delicious, what was it made of?so delicious?

I don’t know, when the plum blossoms were sent to the pot, they also gave a pack of this, saying that it tasted very delicious when put in the soup.

If you buy pots in the future, each pot will give you a pack of this seasoning.

The warrior couldn't stand the temptation any longer: "Leader, let's go hunt bison, and exchange a clay pot for every one we kill."

The patriarch thought about it for a while, and changed the pot for the bison that was hunted, and ate the gazelle and the like.Also enough to eat.

In this way, the surrounding tribes fell into Baifucheng's trap one after another, and some tribes often came to exchange pots with bison on their shoulders.

The location of the kiln entrance was originally far away from the camp, but now because of the continuous stream of foreign warriors, the vigilance has been strengthened.

So the more than 100 people who made pottery set up camp here, forming a satellite camp with the original alpine tribe's camp as the main camp.

Dashan and An Dong came to inspect the work every day.

He ordered strict vigilance and did not allow anyone from other tribes to come closer than 100 meters, and asked people from his own tribe to come and go.

Then the two of Dashan went to the food processing group, and the sheep and cattle that were sent one after another were processed into cured pastrami and smoked sausage.

There is enough fine salt that food is processed for winter storage.

Dashan was very happy to see the food piled up day by day.

A large smokehouse was built in the camp, full of various smoked meats.

As long as there is smoke in the ground, the food will not spoil.

The witch doctor looked at the yellow sheep and bison in the hands of the foreign warriors who came to the tribe for exchange, and was very happy every day.

The soybeans in the field had already formed pods, because God sent His Excellency to take his students to fertilize them, and the pods formed were much fuller and more numerous than those in the wild.

The witch doctor had already counted them carefully, and there were indeed more than one hundred beans on one bean seedling. The witch doctor touched the fluffy bean pods and laughed.

Because there was too much meat in the smokehouse, Bai Fucheng asked someone to dig a storage hole to store the smoked meat, and sent people to take turns guarding it every day.

Just like the storage warehouse of modern Jinhua ham, green mold grows on every piece of meat, which is a sign of deliciousness.

Every night, the heads of various departments would come over after dinner to report what happened today to the director of the mountain, the witch doctor, the chief Bai and the envoy.

How many clay pots and pots have been made, how many yellow sheep, beef, and smoked sausage have been smoked.

How many baskets and chicken coops have been compiled by the establishment team, and these baskets and chicken coops have been sent to the Big Bear Tribal Base Camp one after another. Now it is necessary to make a basket for each person, at least 600.

Because now the total number of Big Bear Tribe has reached nearly 700 people.

But Baifu City is not optimistic, because among the 700 people, most of them cannot hunt, such as the elderly and children under the age of five. There are 120 people who are pure consumption and do not produce value. Women and disabled warriors have There are more than 300, most of them are collecting and doing small odd jobs in the camp.

There are only more than 300 warriors who can really fight and hunt.

Such a ratio is dangerous in other tribes. Most of the sixty or seventy old people have to be stocked in winter to help the tribe continue.

Bai Fucheng is unwilling to do this. He has seen the old people in winter lying motionless on the ground. When sharing food, they always eat a little and leave the food for the warriors and children. He has no way to put these old people on the mountain and let them They fend for themselves.

In the primeval forest in winter, what does that mean for an old man?

He knew that He Qinghuan would definitely not do this.

Since He Qinghuan came and made pottery, the tribe has never thrown the bones of the prey again, put them in the pot for a day, and at night, the snow-white and thick bone soup brings enough nutrients for everyone to absorb , These old people seem to be much healthier than the old people in other tribes.

I can also help with some work, collect firewood, look at the pot, and be on guard and shout when I see wild wolves, because these primitive people are not willing to be useless people.

This is also one of the reasons that moved Bai Fucheng, he didn't want to abandon these old people at any time.

A group of leaders were having a meeting, and a young Eminem came over with a little boy on his back.

Respectfully and softly beside him, he said: "My lord, can you show my child?"

He Qinghuan waved; "Come here."

Ah Mu carried the little boy in front of him. The little boy was already five or six years old, and it was the time when he was lively and active, but this child just let Ah Mu hold him.

Ah Mu handed the child's foot in front of the God Envoy, and saw that the heel was red, swollen and black, and it hurt just looking at it.

"how did you make it?"

"He went up to the mountain to play with the children, and was accidentally stabbed by the ground."

"When did you get in?"

"yesterday."

"Use clean light salt water to disinfect and clean the wound."

An Dong immediately got up and went to do it. He is now familiar with the work rhythm of the envoy, and has also learned some basic medical, life, and mechanical knowledge.

After a while, a jar of cold boiled water and salt was brought to make a simple saline solution.

I also washed my hands and began to disinfect the child's heels.

It was already dark, and the flames of the fire were swaying from side to side in the summer breeze, and it was impossible to see clearly.

"Bai Fucheng brought my bright flashlight."

Bai Fucheng agreed, and went to the mountaineering bag in the shed to get the flashlight, and opened it behind He Qinghuan's back, illuminating the wound.

Eminem's eyes widened in shock, what is this, Mr. God Envoy?Actually took out a little sun to illuminate the child?

miracle!The excited young Eminem trembled: "My lord, I swear that my son and I will follow you forever." "

He Qing smiled happily: "You held his feet, if he moved when I was doing it for him, he would be in trouble."

Eminem hurriedly agreed: "Okay, okay."

I saw that He Qinghuan threw the Swiss multifunctional foldable army into boiling water to disinfect it, and then cut a small incision on the red, swollen and blackened skin.

The black thorns inside were exposed, and black blood flowed out. An Dong flushed the water beside him so that the envoy could see what was going on inside.

He Qinghuan found the location of the black thorn, and after confirming that it was strong, he changed to a small pair of tweezers, firmly clamped the root of the black thorn, pulled it out gently, and a half-centimeter evil black thorn was crushed.