Chapter 315: Trends

Furthermore, Baifeng being able to take out such a jar of Wine as a gift must mean he wants to facilitate this trade. They are so anxious; perhaps something major has happened in their tribe—a locust plague? That couldn't be; how could there be insects in this weather? After thinking about it for a moment, Baoxi stopped dwelling on it; at worst, he could just ask Baifeng in person when the time came.

Wangzuo, however, was terrified. He selected a team of several hundred Soldiers and rushed to the Chinv Tribe without a moment's rest. The Chinv Tribe was now in a state of abandonment; after all, they lacked the manpower, so there was no need to station people in these places. Moreover, this was something Wangzuo did deliberately to downplay the existence of this place. The fewer people who discovered the secret of the Sulfur, the longer he could keep his affairs hidden.

Although Sulfur could be seen scattered everywhere along the way in the Chinv Tribe, it was too small and too scattered. Wangzuo wanted to finish the trouble quickly and return, so he led his men into the back mountain, where the Sulfur could be mined quickly.

However, the foul odor along the way gave several people a sense of familiarity. They felt they had smelled it somewhere before, but they couldn't recall where.

When they reached the place where the Sulfur was most concentrated, Wangzuo let everyone stop and begin mining the Sulfur. Several Soldiers gathered together, looking at each other with strange expressions. One of them whispered the word "Fire," then fanned his nose, and the group instantly remembered where they had smelled this scent.

It turned out these men were the ones who had watched Wangzuo perform sacrifices by the fire when they were attacking the Qiexin Tribe. They had almost forgotten that smell, but the word "Fire" had awakened their memories. There were also their own unfortunate friends who had been killed for no reason; naturally, they were dissatisfied, so they had been trying to find a way to topple Wangzuo. Unfortunately, Wangzuo was capable, and the Tribal Chief trusted him greatly, which meant these people could never find an opportunity.

And now, it seemed to be the best opportunity to expose Wangzuo's charlatan tricks. Of course, they wouldn't be foolish enough to ask Wangzuo to his face, but instead planned to tell the Tribal Chief slowly after returning.

As for the Xuanyuan Tribe, ever since they established contact with the Chiyou Tribe on Dayeze, the number of Crocodile Skins they had exchanged for was already very large. Except for a portion kept to trade with the Baifeng Tribe, the rest were all crafted into armor for their own people to wear.

Their war with Shennong and the Lieshan Clan had reached an irreconcilable point.

Xuanyuan had discovered the true meaning and method of planting. They also began to till the land and sow seeds, rather than letting them grow as they pleased in Nature, like wild Grass.

Xuanyuan discovered that the Grass Seed grown this way was larger, fuller, and had a higher yield than the wild ones. However, the Grass Seed he grew was simply not as large as that of the Baifeng Tribe, and he could not exchange for the seeds; what he got back were all things like bean dregs and Salted Fish.

And to plant, fertile and flat land was a must. Xuanyuan set his sights on the Lieshan Clan. They had had territorial conflicts before, and now Xuanyuan did not want to wait too long. Firstly, his tribe's strength had increased, giving him the confidence; secondly, the current situation forced him to wage war toward places with better positions.

The Suiren Clan had already expanded their territory to an unknown extent and was already bordering the Xuanyuan Tribe. Although Chiyou appeared to be a steady person, in reality, Xuanyuan already knew that Chiyou had made contact with the Sanmiao and the Lizhu.

Xuanyuan felt a great sense of crisis. Fortunately, he had a group of capable people under his command to help him share the pressure.

And they were lucky enough. A few months ago, while they were still studying how to build a Boat that was sturdy and wouldn't leak, a small boat drifted down from the river from afar.

At first, they thought it was people from the Baifeng Tribe, but until they pulled the empty boat to the shore and waited for a long time, they saw no one else coming.

They were very afraid that this boat was a lure, but they really couldn't bear to part with it. After all, only by having the Baifeng Tribe's boat as a reference could they build a similar one.

After Xuanyuan learned of this, he carefully examined the hull and the cables. He found that the cables seemed to have been cut directly by a sharp blade, but there were no signs of fighting or bloodstains on the hull, so Xuanyuan was also confused. It was completely impossible for a boat of the Baifeng Tribe to drift all the way to their Xuanyuan Tribe just because it wasn't tied up properly.

However, doubts were doubts, and curiosity was curiosity. They had no reason not to take something that was given for free. Fearing there might be something wrong with the boat, they found many people who could swim. As it turned out, after getting on the boat, there was nothing wrong with it at all, which meant it was a good boat.

This was the territory of the Xuanyuan Tribe. He was certain that no one from the Baifeng Tribe had followed, so he classified this unmanned boat as belonging to the Xuanyuan Tribe.

Of course, the first thing they did was to dismantle the boat bit by bit to see how the previous owner had handled it. Anyway, every time they saw a detail, the people of the Xuanyuan Tribe would go "Oh~," expressing that that was how it was done.

The small boat was simple and was soon completely dismantled. In places they couldn't dismantle, they would lie on top to study them, discovering that some parts were actually fixed with Iron nails. The extravagance of the Baifeng Tribe raised the understanding of these primitive people to a new height; who would nail such precious things into wood?

Fortunately, this could be replaced by glue, but they used peach gum, which had poor strength and was far inferior to the fish maw glue that Baifeng boiled.

Coupled with the fact that the Xuanyuan Tribe's detail processing was not up to par, they couldn't build large boats, and the small boats also leaked.

Now with this template from the Baifeng Tribe, they could build more boats at the fastest speed. However, what they didn't expect was that the Baifeng Tribe had larger and more powerful boats.

Besides this, there was one person in the tribe who made him extremely concerned, and that was Cangjie. Many years ago, Cangjie said that he might be able to create a more powerful method of recording, one that didn't require drawing pictures or tying knots, a kind that anyone could understand.

However, as these years passed, the progress didn't seem very high. It wasn't until this Winter that Cangjie said he had reached a critical moment and everything was about to be figured out.

He also said that his eyes were becoming blurry, so he tattooed an eye above each of his eyes, left and right. Now Cangjie had two pairs of eyes; he said only then could he see clearly.

Xuanyuan didn't know how long it would take for him to finish creating his thing. He had gone to see it himself; some of the "characters" Cangjie spoke of were truly understandable at a glance. This work looked simple, but to express the entire world using "characters"—what a complex matter that must be.