After smelting the first tin ware, Chenbei selected several craftsmen interested in tin ware from the pottery workshop, and let them stand out, specializing in smelting tin ore and making tin ware.

It is not sure if you can find other metals now, and the smelting technology is terrible. Otherwise, Chenbei would like to set up a workshop for smelting metals.

After this day, the Mang tribe would occasionally produce a few more tin utensils, which were much better than the tin bowls made by Chen Bei himself.

Although these craftsmen were smelting metal for the first time, they had been dealing with various pottery for a long time, and were much better than Chen Bei in making casting models.

At the beginning, they could only make some simple bowls, cups, plates, and behind them, they slowly began to pour kettles, jars, bottles and other utensils.

In this process, these people successfully transitioned from pottery craftsmen to tin craftsmen, improving their technology bit by bit and constantly exploring, allowing the people of the Mang tribe to slowly start using tin ware.

While the Mang tribe was busy making tinware, the major tribes in the central region were not peaceful.

In the third month of winter, because the grain was stolen by the jackal tribe, many tribes in the central region gradually began to lack food.

Food shortage is a very serious matter because it means someone is going to starve to death!

Fish Tribe.

"Witch, we must give up some old, weak, sick and disabled, otherwise we will not be able to hold on to the melting of ice and snow."

The atmosphere in the boat-shaped house of the Fish Tribe was very depressing, and the leader of the Fish Tribe said this with an ugly expression.

Honglin sat in the middle of the room. She did not speak immediately, and her face was not as calm as before. She was a witch of the tribe. Every decision she made was related to the life and death of many tribe members.

After a long time, Honglin said with difficulty: "Let's give up... give up on the old, weak, sick and disabled, but the children in the tribe must be kept. They are the hope for the tribe in the future."

After saying this, Honglin seemed to have had time to sit in, and she was not as straight as before, because she knew that her decision would cause many people in the tribe to starve to death.

The elders of the Fish Tribe said angrily: "It's all the Jackal Tribe. If they hadn't robbed a few batches of food from our Fish Tribe, we wouldn't have fallen to this point."

The leader of the fish tribe said: "The jackal tribe is better than us, what can I do? Not only our fish tribe, but also the bee tribe, spider tribe, and ant tribe, they all robbed a lot of food."

"I'm afraid many people will not be able to survive this winter. After winter, the competition will be even more tragic."

The words of the leader of the fish tribe made the atmosphere in the room even more depressing.

With such a shortage of food in winter, it can be foreseen that as soon as the ice and snow melt, all tribes in the central region will go crazy looking for food. At that time, not only will the threat of jackal tribes, but the competition between tribes will also be extremely tragic.

Honglin suddenly said: "The Shenhu Lake has been frozen this year, and the Fish God doesn't like it very much."

The people in the room focused their eyes on Honglin again.

The leader asked carefully: "We have sent people to chisel the ice on the lake every day. Does the fish god have any other instructions?"

Honglin said: "The Fish God told me that this year's winter is ahead of schedule, just a start. In the future, winter will come earlier, last longer, and become more cold!"

"Until the rivers, lakes, streams, and springs are all frozen and the water can no longer flow."

The people in the room were breathing gradually became more terrifying to them than the thunderbolt of the clear sky.

"Why...how is this happening..."

The leader fell to the ground powerlessly, and he was in a state of dismay and felt that the sky was about to collapse.

This year, people have begun to starve to death. If the colder in the future, how should the fish tribe survive?

The others are in similar condition. Just a jackal tribe makes the tribes in the central region very tired. In addition, in this extremely bad weather, how should we survive in the future?

After a long time, the elder asked Honglin with the last glimmer of hope: "Since the fish god has predicted the future, there must be a way to solve it?"

Honglin nodded and said, "There is indeed a way."

"What's the solution?"

The leader had hope again in his eyes, and he immediately stood up and looked at Honglin eagerly, hoping that she could bring a good way to the Totem God.

Honglin took a deep breath and said firmly: "The whole tribe migrated south!"

Tribal migration is not new, but before, most of the small tribes migrated to the south, while medium tribes have fewer.

Although the large tribe has always had such thoughts, no one can make up his mind.

Large tribes are generally deeply rooted in their ancestral lands, and their migration is much more difficult than smaller tribes. Migration means giving up everything that exists, which is not an easy decision.

Honglin continued: "Only by moving to the southern desert, or even further south, can our fish tribe have hope of survival."

Speaking of this, Honglin's voice gradually became firmer.

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With such a shortage of food in winter, it can be foreseen that as soon as the ice and snow melt, all tribes in the central region will go crazy looking for food. At that time, not only will the threat of jackal tribes, but the competition between tribes will also be extremely tragic.

Honglin suddenly said: "The Shenhu Lake has been frozen this year, and the Fish God doesn't like it very much."

The people in the room focused their eyes on Honglin again.

The leader asked carefully: "We have sent people to chisel the ice on the lake every day. Does the fish god have any other instructions?"

Honglin said: "The Fish God told me that this year's winter is ahead of schedule, just a start. In the future, winter will come earlier, last longer, and become more cold!"

"Until the rivers, lakes, streams, and springs are all frozen and the water can no longer flow."

The people in the room were breathing gradually became more terrifying to them than the thunderbolt of the clear sky.

"Why...how is this happening..."

The leader fell to the ground powerlessly, and he was in a state of dismay and felt that the sky was about to collapse.

This year, people have begun to starve to death. If the colder in the future, how should the fish tribe survive?

The others are in similar condition. Just a jackal tribe makes the tribes in the central region very tired. In addition, in this extremely bad weather, how should we survive in the future?

After a long time, the elder asked Honglin with the last glimmer of hope: "Since the fish god has predicted the future, there must be a way to solve it?"

Honglin nodded and said, "There is indeed a way."

"What's the solution?"

The leader had hope again in his eyes, and he immediately stood up and looked at Honglin eagerly, hoping that she could bring a good way to the Totem God.

Honglin took a deep breath and said firmly: "The whole tribe migrated south!"

Tribal migration is not new, but before, most of the small tribes migrated to the south, while medium tribes have fewer.

Although the large tribe has always had such thoughts, no one can make up his mind.

Large tribes are generally deeply rooted in their ancestral lands, and their migration is much more difficult than smaller tribes. Migration means giving up everything that exists, which is not an easy decision.

Honglin continued: "Only by moving to the southern desert, or even further south, can our fish tribe have hope of survival."
Chapter completed!