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    Although this land is vast and sparsely populated, not every piece of land is equally fertile, and due to limitations in technological level, there are very few resources that can be developed.  The naturally exposed iron ore in their tribe is very rare and therefore very precious.

    It is a crime to harbor a treasure. Now that their tribe has a small population and possesses such an iron ore resource that can easily attract foreigners to covet it, it is naturally dangerous.  Fortunately, no other tribes have been found in this area, and there is no competition between neighboring tribes, so they have been living very comfortably. However, Ken Yin's departure may expose their existence to a large and aggressive tribe.  , even a stronger organization.

    So Chen Qiao felt very uneasy. After his trip to Ailuo City, Baya also realized this hidden danger.  But they can't talk about these things to the people in the clan now, because they can't understand, let alone accurately recognize the dangers involved.

    Chen Qiao hopes that the people in the tribe can continue to live peacefully, and does not want to panic people. At the same time, he must always be aware of the approaching danger.

    In the end, they took a chance and let the incident pass.  Maybe he just thinks too much, maybe Ken is a very simple child, he is just used to wandering and being free, maybe their tribe is very gentle and friendly, not aggressive at all.

    What should we do otherwise?  As a small tribe, they were destined to be unable to compete with the large tribes with a large population. When the disaster really came, they had no choice but to leave this piece of land. This was no choice.

    Although they are reluctant to part with this piece of land, they have just built houses here, cultivated fields, and planted crops. They even learned to swim and got used to the smell of the sea and fish.

    Life must go on, and the pace of progress cannot be disrupted so easily.

    In a daze, the autumn harvest in the tribe has been completed. Every household has strings of corn hanging in front of the house, the corn stalks have been harvested and piled in the yard, and all the taro has been dug out and piled in the cellar.  People no longer go to the fields, and the village seems to have suddenly become lively. Men and women gather in the yard to rub corn and chat, which is very comfortable.

    Corn stalks can also be used to feed livestock. The remaining unusable parts are dug into a pit and piled into the pit. They add some human and animal excrement and cover it with soil. When the next year comes, there will be another pile.  of fertilizer.

    When winter comes, the men in the tribe like to take animal skins and grain to Lan Jia to change clothes.  The clothes made by Lanjia are soft and comfortable, and they look smoother and more beautiful. They are hundreds of times better than their previous animal skin dresses.

    Chen Qiao also changed a lot, because he had some mental barriers to skirts, so he took out the tattered shorts that had passed through the century with him and asked Lan Jiayi to make some trousers.  Because the men in the tribe have to work, pants are much more convenient than skirts.

    Making trousers was not difficult for Lan Jia Lai. Although at the beginning she would make the legs too shallow or the trouser legs too narrow, she discovered the trick after a few days of experimentation and quickly made the trousers.  Pants are popular among the tribe.

    As for the boots, Lan Jia was at a loss. It was too difficult to make, and the leather used to make the boots had to be hard, otherwise it would not be wear-resistant. The hard animal skin was difficult to process and shape. Lan Jia said she still wanted to make the boots.  I tried several times, but couldn't do it for the time being.

    So Chen Qiao and the others had no choice but to wear the few pairs of cloth shoes they brought over from Airo City. Because the cloth shoes were not wear-resistant, and they didn’t bring many back, they were basically worn out by now.

    The clothes made by Lan Jia are very good, but the shoes on their feet are a little shabby, but no matter how shabby they are, they are still one of the few people in the tribe who have shoes to wear.

    Langa is responsible for the arduous task of making the men of the entire tribe say goodbye to bare feet.

    Winter is not very suitable for swimming, but the daily fishing has not stopped, and because more people are watching, the beach in winter is more lively than usual.  Maixi and his group of children are already familiar with the roads, and they know this bay very well.

    Basically, Dila and Langa are the only craftsmen in this tribe, and they rely on handicrafts to survive (although Dila does not need to support himself yet).  As a man, Chen Qiao is not that particular about poverty. Most of the time, he just muddles along and doesn't care whether his life is refined and accurate enough.

    But there was one thing he felt he still needed to think about, and that was the issue of weights and measures.  Now it is the standard of dila and dila, and the standard of blue plus plus blue.  People in this tribe generally use the length of their palms to measure the size of things, or use the number of steps they walk to measure the land

    This thing is actually not difficult. Let Dilla make a ruler, and then use the decimal system to divide each large unit into ten smaller units.  Because the tribe is very small, it became popular quickly. In fact, most tribesmen think it is not necessary. They think palms and steps are more intuitive.  But it is still very useful for Langa and Dilla, and can also take advantage of the future development of various industries.

    Dilla’s looms are ready for use after several adjustments. Unfortunately, there is too little cotton, and even less after it is spun into yarn, so these looms will have to wait for another year before they can be used.

    This winter, Dila originally planned to make a few more looms, but Chen Qiao hoped that he could lead the men in the tribe to build a big ship.  This is a really big project, they want to build a big ship that can carry the entire tribe.  Dilla naturally has no objection, he has been too obedient recently.

    When Baya announced this decision to the tribe, although the men did not understand the tribe leader's intention, they were all very excited.  I have to say that people in this era are very passionate, because they have not suffered many hardships, their spines are still straight, and they live quite as they please.

    Whether it’s worth it or not, whether it’s cost-effective or not, these are not within their scope of consideration.  They just think, is this the right thing to do?  Is this fun?

    Chen Qiao envies them very much. The so-called low-key, moderate, restrained and other words related to depression have nothing to do with the people here.

    Early in the morning, everyone gathered at the beach. The terrain at the beach was relatively flat, so everyone decided to work here.  This year is a good harvest year, and the fish in the sea are also very delicious. They no longer need to risk their lives to hunt in the mountains, fight with wild beasts, and repeat hunting and being killed every day. This life is very stable.

    Now, they are going to do something big and build a big ship, which is really exciting.  It will be able to hold them all and carry them to the depths of the sea.  As for what to do in the depths of the sea, this is not the crux of the problem. No one dwells on this issue.

    The sea breeze in winter is biting, and men in thin clothing work in groups on the beach. The beats they shout in their mouths drift away with the sea breeze.

    Did you hear that?  This is the original song.

    They have no calendar here, only simple records, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and then the year is over. This life is so simple.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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