Chapter 1324: Agarwood and the Soft Hedgehog Armor

It was the same pitch-black wood.

And there was also the same thing that looked like Gold and Silver Thread.

If Lao Qi hadn't been by Sheng Hanyu's side, he might not have recognized them.

But now, seeing these two things, his eyes lit up, and he was incredibly excited!

He recognized them, he recognized them all too well.

If he hadn't misidentified it, the pitch-black wood should be Agarwood.

This thing was more expensive than gold and extremely scarce.

"Bring a bucket of water," Lao Qi said.

Soon, water was brought over, and he placed the wood into the water; the pitch-black wood sank to the bottom of the bucket, just as he had imagined.

He put in another piece, and it was still the same.

"This is Agarwood, it's very valuable."

Lao Qi looked up in surprise, but he almost fainted.

The Chieftain's room was full of it everywhere.

Precious Agarwood was piled up everywhere just like firewood.

"This thing is very valuable, you can't store it like this. You should find a safe place to hide it; if someone with ill intentions sees it, it might bring about a fatal disaster."

Lao Qi was kindly thinking of the tribe.

The Chieftain had no expression on her face, as if she didn't understand what he was saying, and she showed him those threads again.

Lao Qi didn't recognize these things; he had never seen them before.

He picked them up to observe them carefully, looked at them for a long time, but still didn't recognize them.

So he told the truth: "I don't know what it is, I don't recognize it, but it looks quite good."

The Chieftain pulled a bright Dagger from her back; this blade was very sharp, and Lao Qi had seen with his own eyes the Chieftain use this knife to slaughter a fierce leopard.

But when the blade cut against the thread, the thread didn't break, yet the knife was forced to develop a notch.

Lao Qi was dumbfounded; what was this thing?

If it were used to make a bulletproof vest, wouldn't it be impervious to blades and guns?

At this moment, the Chieftain asked Lao Qi a soul-searching question: "Can this kind of thread be woven into clothes?"

"Can this kind of wood be used to make handicrafts of various shapes?"

Lao Qi indicated that it was possible, very possible.

There was just one problem—the thread was very tough, and even a sharp knife couldn't cut it, so how could it be snipped?

Weaving it into clothes would inevitably require cutting.

The Chieftain said it wasn't difficult; she brought over another knife, and it cut through very easily.

The knife had been soaked in a plant juice specifically for cutting this kind of thread.

Everything in the world follows the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint; nothing is invincible, and being invincible just means one hasn't encountered the thing that can restrain it yet.

With this thing, Lao Qi taught the whole tribe to weave clothes; it was actually quite easy, similar to the principle of weaving baskets.

That place was a primitive tribe, and it wasn't like the outside world where people were particular about aesthetics and styles.

Practicality.

That was the most important thing for the tribe.

Before Lao Qi arrived at the tribe, people just wrapped this thread around their waists a few times, or around their arms and legs, to fend off bites from wild beasts.

It could play a certain role, but it was far less effective than weaving it into clothes to wear on the body.

The clothes Lao Qi led everyone to weave were much more effective; the amount of prey in the tribe increased significantly, and the number of people injured or killed decreased greatly.

Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes.

Unsurprisingly, the Chieftain fell in love with Lao Qi.

She wanted to marry Lao Qi, and the conditions she offered were quite generous.

As long as Lao Qi agreed, the tribe would be under his command from then on; Lao Qi would be the Chieftain, and she would be the woman behind the Chieftain!

Lao Qi did not agree.

He was willing to lead the people of the tribe to common prosperity and move toward a new life.

But he could not marry the Chieftain because he had a wife.

The Chieftain said she didn't care, but Lao Qi cared.

He knew Nianyin also cared; Nianyin had been able to defy ancestral teachings for him and have no other men, so he could not have another wife where his wife couldn't see.

Human relationships are reciprocal; sincerity is exchanged for sincerity, and one gets back what one gives.

He wanted to leave, to depart from the tribe, return to his hometown, and find his beloved.

But the Chieftain was also infatuated with him; she could agree to any of Lao Qi's conditions, except for the one about him going home.

She believed that as long as she did well enough, after a long time, Lao Qi would slowly forget that woman at home and be content to be her man!

But this moment had not yet arrived when Sheng Hanyu's people and Nianyin had already found this place one after another.

The moment Lao Qi was about to leave... tsk tsk... no one present could ever forget it!

The Chieftain hugged Lao Qi's thigh, begging bitterly and weeping uncontrollably.

She said anything to keep him from leaving, saying that as long as he stayed, she was willing to pay any price.

The Chieftain even wanted to PK with Nianyin, to duel her, to have a fight to the death!

The person who survived in the end would be the one to have Lao Qi.

Nianyin wouldn't fight her; why should she?

Lao Qi was her husband to begin with; it was only natural for her to take her husband home, yet she had to duel with a woman who had popped out of nowhere?

Grandmother.

But the Chieftain would not let them leave unless they dueled; Lao Qi stood between his wife and the Chieftain, saying to the Chieftain, "You cannot duel her; if you want to duel, duel me."

"If I win, you let us go; if I lose, you kill me."

In other words, he would rather die than become the Chieftain's man!

Seeing that she could not keep him, the Chieftain decided to take another step back.

"Take me with you when you leave; I will go with you. I don't mind being your woman along with her."

For a tribe that honors women above all else, being able to go this far was already a very significant concession.

But the husband and wife did not agree.

One husband and two wives?

Sorry, neither of them could accept that.

And so, when they left, a scene occurred that everyone would find unforgettable.

The Chieftain wept and begged Lao Qi not to leave, not to abandon her.

To say they weren't moved at all would be a lie.

Humans are emotional creatures; having spent so much time together, how could they remain indifferent?

But even if they were moved, they couldn't take her with them; taking her would only lead to endless trouble.

One cannot ruin a lifetime of happiness because of a moment of soft-heartedness; in the end, Lao Qi hardened his heart, had people pull the Chieftain away, and left with his wife.

They had already left the jurisdiction of that tribe when the Chieftain caught up with them again, bringing people with her.

They were very nervous, thinking she still couldn't bear to let Lao Qi go, but it turned out the Chieftain was there to give them gifts.

A large pile of various trinkets made of Agarwood, and all sorts of clothes woven with Gold and Silver Thread.

These were all the best things in the tribe; she kept nothing and gave them all to him.

The story is finished.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Oh my goodness, there are such twists and turns in the world? No wonder Lao Qi's expression was so complicated when he heard about going back; he cannot go back—earning money is a small matter, but losing one's integrity is a great one.

She abandoned the idea of relying on these things to make money, but the children's new interests had been piqued.

"Uncle Seven, where is that place you mentioned?"

"Is this clothing made from plants?"

"It clearly looks like metal, yet it is so soft; how strange..."

"Are there still primitive tribes today?"

"Can the leopards in the Forest speak human language?"

The children's questions were bizarre and varied, covering all sorts of things.

They were simply too curious; it sounded like a story, not like a true event!