Greenhouse vegetables have enriched Chenbei’s recipes this winter, not as monotonous as before.

Many people in the tribe also benefited from it.

However, since there are fewer greenhouse vegetables, it is impossible for everyone in the tribe to divide a little bit, which is far from enough.

Therefore, only those who have made contributions to the Mang tribe can use it as a reward and share it with a little bit.

This is helpless.

Unless one day, the Mang tribe can produce greenhouse vegetables in large quantities, so that there will be a chance for everyone to eat.

This winter, many major events happened. The Nanhuang lost a spider tribe, but the Elephant tribe became a large tribe, and the allies of the Mang tribe all made a lot of profits from it.

The Ant Tribe and the Eagle Tribe suffered considerable losses because the Spider God went crazy. Many tribe members did not survive the subsequent cold weather.

As one goes up and down, the Mang tribe gradually began to gain a little advantage from the weak side, and this advantage is still quietly expanding.

No matter what, the days always pass by day. In a blink of an eye, the tormented winter finally passed.

Some people sleep in this winter, some people survive, and some people are just born.

"Tick, Tick..."

Under the eaves, the snow water dripped bit by bit.

Because I live in a newly built dome blue brick house, today, there was no water leak in Chenbei's house, so naturally I didn't have to find a bucket to collect water.

"Crash!"

On a fruit tree in Chenbei yard, thick ice fell down, and the bent tail of the fruit tree immediately bounced up a lot.

However, because I was pressed for a winter, it is almost impossible to get straight back. It is not bad to be able to sag so well.

"Woom wool wool..."

The third generation of hunting dogs in the tribe have grown up. They are in high energy and are excited to run around and have fun.

“Gagaha…”

The duck king, whose feathers were as red as flames, flew out of the duck house and landed on the head of the rhino king who was walking slowly.

The Rhino King shook his head and exhaled white breath in his nostrils, obviously very unhappy.

However, the duck king just flew a little a little, and when the rhino king stopped shaking his head, he fell down again, squatting on its broad head, tilting his neck high, pretending to be a proud swan.

"snort!"

The rhino king exhaled another white breath from his nostrils, very helpless, as if the big girl met a hooligan.

If you want to say the fastest growing are definitely those inconspicuous short grass.

As soon as spring arrives, they can't wait to grow tender green leaves, bringing a touch of green to early spring.

However, the red ducks, colorful pheasants, and livestock of the Mang tribe did not know how to cherish the green. The grass near the tribe was ruthlessly pecked away as soon as it grew.

"The river is open!"

Outside the Mang tribe, with the shouts of the fishing team soldiers, huge ice cubes broke in the lobster river and collided with each other. Then they melted and were washed downstream by the water.

These ice cubes will become smaller and smaller in the river, and will eventually melt completely, becoming part of the river, flowing along the river, and finally entering the sea.

"Crash!"

A huge fish jumped out of the water happily, then fell into the water, splashing large splashes of water.

"Captain, can you go into the water to catch fish?"

The new soldier who joined the tribe excitedly held the harpoon and was eager to go into the water to catch fish.

Lie glared at him dissatisfiedly and said, "What's the hurry? Are you so irritable, like a fishing team member?"

The soldier shrank his neck because of the scolding of Lie, and he didn't dare to say anything, but there was still an excited look in his eyes.

An old team member next to him patted his shoulder and said, "Young man, don't be anxious. Fishing is like hunting. It requires patience. If you are anxious, you will make mistakes and encounter dangers. The captain is also for your own good."

The new soldier nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. When he came, his family told him that whether it was a hunting team or a fishing team, the newcomers would always be scolded and should keep a good attitude.

This is also because newcomers always do something wrong, and some things wrong require a huge price.

Therefore, many old team members actually don’t like to lead newcomers very much. It is normal for them to have a bad temper when facing newcomers.

Everyone in the fishing team looked at the wide river surface with huge ice cubes drifting down the river from time to time.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to start fishing by boat, otherwise it will be hit by ice and the fish will not be caught, and the boat and people will be in danger.

On the other side, the fleet that was also waiting for the river to open was Bibo and her responsible.

Bibo stood on the deck of the big ship, stroked the cold side of the ship, and whispered: "I endured it for a winter and finally returned to the familiar ship."

Bibo was a little excited. Winter was the most tormenting for her. The war between the Mang tribe and the Spider tribe was ordered by Chenbei to stay in the tribe. She usually did nothing but study shipbuilding.

For an ambitious woman like her, ordinary days are simply torture.

Therefore, she couldn't wait to leave the boat, lead the fleet, sail on the river, and even on the sea.

The first large ship suitable for sailing at sea has been built, so I waited for the right time to go to the sea for inspection.

...

Where the planting team lived, Yan held a bronze sickle and grinded the knife edges on the whetstone, sharpening the sickle very sharply.

Winter has passed, and the planting team is planning to start working again. It is too early to plant things, but we can take advantage of the current situation to open up more wastelands.

Yan had a dream, that is, the entire southern wilderness, all the places where they could farm were opened up and countless grains were planted.

This dream is still far away now, but Iron believes that as long as he works hard, he will have a chance to realize it.

Now, let’s first cultivate the suitable farming places near the Mang tribe.

The Mang tribe's land reclamation is not blind, nor will it cut down randomly. They only choose suitable places to open up land. Where they are not suitable for farming, the trees are still growing well.

This is also Chenbei’s requirement.

After trimming all the tools for work, Yan took the tools and walked to the door and shouted: "Let's go, work!"

After saying that, Yan took the lead in walking to the land reclamation area south of the Mang tribe. The rest of the planting team also brought tools to follow and started the new year's work.

...

In the casting workshop, flint was on the golden spear, and after polishing the last pattern with an agate knife, he put down the agate knife, stood up, and held the golden spear in his hand.

The golden spear shines under the sunlight, and the totem patterns on it seem to be alive, very beautiful.

"It's done!"

Firestone was very excited, and his hands holding the golden spear were trembling. For this spear, he spent several months creating and carving the totem pattern.

The golden spear was extremely heavy. With the strength of Flint, it was actually a bit difficult. After observing for a while, he wrapped the golden spear and carried it to Chenbei's yard.

"Chief, the weapon you want is ready!"

The flint lifted the skin wrapped in the golden spear, and the yard suddenly shone with golden light, which was very dazzling.

"show me!"

Chen Bei took over the golden spear, stroked every inch of the totem pattern with his palm, and a familiar feeling arose.

On this golden spear, the totem pattern carved in seals is not from the Rhino God, but from his own, belonging to Chenbei, a unique totem pattern.

Chen Bei waved a few times and felt very good. After infusing the power of the totem, a golden flame burst out instantly, which was simply dazzling.

"What a spear, what a spear!"

Chen Bei laughed loudly. This golden spear was like a tiger's wings to him.

Chen Bei gave the flint again without hesitation, and the craftsmen who participated in the creation of the golden spear in the casting workshop, then put away the golden spear and planned to find a garment workshop to make a special animal leather case, otherwise it would be too eye-catching.

In the eleventh year of the establishment of the Mang tribe, all things revived in spring.
Chapter completed!