Chapter 40

Thousands of people; after hearing this, Baoxi also tucked away some of his small schemes. In any case, one shouldn't expect any trust or friendship between people right now; you robbing me and me robbing you is the truth.

The Suiren Clan tribe currently only has a little over ten thousand people, and they often have conflicts with the Shennong Clan, so he doesn't dare to cause trouble for his tribe at will, even if his father is the Tribal Chief of the Suiren Clan.

"Of course you can. I have many women here who know how to make Hemp Cloth, and I can trade them to you," Baoxi said, appearing very generous.

But I don't have any women who know how to make Boots; they were all made by me, stitch by stitch, Baifeng roared in his heart but dared not say it out loud. Even if he did, he wouldn't dare trade them over. What if it was revealed that he was just a small piece of trash with only a few hundred people? Wouldn't he be conquered in minutes and used as a Slave?

"Because the journey is too long, our tribe didn't bring any women this time. Furthermore, our tribe won't use women to trade for things. However, I can teach your people how to make them, and let your people learn. As for the people you give me, I can provide corresponding goods as compensation."

Baoxi agreed without even thinking. A few women who could weave were insignificant to his tribe; instead, that thing worn on the feet called a Boot interested him more.

Baifeng was invited to visit the Suiren Clan's campsite, mainly to teach them how to make Boots.

On the road back and forth or in other places, you can do whatever you want, but at the gathering, you absolutely cannot use force. Baifeng still trusted this point relatively well.

Moreover, they said that no matter which tribe it is, as long as they are guests, they will definitely not be harmed. Even if they are enemies, they will be treated well and sent out of the tribe before being killed.

Upon arriving at their campsite, Baifeng finally understood what a large tribe was. The people they brought on a single trip were more than the entire population of Baifeng's tribe. Fortunately, as someone who had squeezed through the Spring Festival travel rush, as long as these people had no malice toward him, there was nothing to be shocked about.

It was just hard on Sui. Coming from a small tribe and having been bullied to the limit, how could she remain calm in such a place? Her legs kept trembling, and her hands held onto Baifeng's arm tightly. At this moment, Baifeng was her only reliance.

Baoxi found it strange that Baifeng brought such an ugly woman; a Tribal Chief could not possibly be lacking in beauties.

Baifeng smiled and said that he saw her being traded away yesterday to be used as a sacrifice. He couldn't bear it, so he traded for her and let that person go find another woman to be the sacrifice.

Baoxi looked at him like he was a fool: "But if you save her, someone else will just be sent to be the sacrifice instead."

Baifeng immediately felt a tightness in his chest. The reason he had just thought of was indeed brain-dead, but he couldn't say he thought this woman was beautiful. Rather than challenging the aesthetics of an entire era alone, it was better to become a member of the group of fools that this era lacked the least.

There shouldn't be any Historians or the like now, otherwise, the protagonist in the future idiom story about mending the fold after the sheep is lost would become Baifeng.

Baifeng had no choice but to pretend to have a sudden realization and tapped his head: "Oh right, I didn't think of that at the time."

A flash of cunning crossed Baoxi's eyes. If he were this stupid, perhaps he could obtain some unexpected benefits from him. The small tribes around the Suiren Clan, each Tribal Chief was stupider than the last, and in the end, they all became their vassal tribes.

No longer dwelling on this matter, Baifeng pulled the terrified Sui to sit down, and only after constant comforting did she slowly return to calm.

There was no time to lose; the sooner he taught them how to make shoes, the better. After teaching them, Baifeng would take the people he traded for and return. Once the goods were cleared, he would go home. Staying in this place for too long had too many variables.

He had thought about using a Knife to fish for a large tribe; the fish was caught without bait, it was just that this fish was too big and could easily swallow Baifeng in one gulp.

The production of Boots is nothing more than measuring the foot, making a shoe pattern, and then several layers of animal hide. Whether you use glue or something else, sticking them together makes a thick boot sole. Three pieces of hide cut into the appropriate shape and sewn together with the sole makes a Boot.

Baoxi did not break his promise because the Boots were simple to make; he still traded a woman who could weave to Baifeng and did not ask for extra goods from Baifeng.

But Baifeng felt that one was not enough. What if she died on the way back? That would be too much of a loss, so he proposed to trade for a few more women, using the Knife at his waist.

Baoxi took out a golden-colored Knife, meaning their tribe was not lacking in them. In his eyes, one Knife was not enough to trade for a few women who could weave.

Baifeng smiled and said nothing. How could a soft Bronze Knife compare to his Iron Knife that was already close to steel?

Drawing his own Knife, Baoxi and his men had never seen a silver-colored Knife, and they were all truly shocked.

"You use your Knife to hack at my Knife. If my Iron Knife gets a notch, I will immediately give this Knife to you. If your Knife is ruined and my Knife is fine, then I hope you can reconsider my proposal."

Baoxi agreed without even thinking. A Bronze Knife was not too precious for a son of a Tribal Chief like him. If he won, he could get a Knife for free, and if he lost, it was just trading a few women, so he wouldn't lose either way.

Baifeng placed his Knife on the ground with the edge facing up. Baoxi raised his own Knife and hacked down with force, and as a result, the two Knives got stuck together.

Baoxi felt that his Knife must have cut into Baifeng's Knife. Baifeng had confidence in his own Knife and just smiled without saying anything.

When the two Knives were separated, Baoxi's Bronze Knife had a deep notch, while Baifeng's Knife only had a small scratch. Baoxi was not the least bit unhappy; instead, he picked up the Iron Knife and looked at it carefully as if he had seen a treasure, reluctant to put it down.

"I'll trade for this Knife. I'll give you ten women; you can pick any of them, no matter how beautiful."

Baifeng naturally did not stand on ceremony, but he didn't pick the beautiful ones, only the capable ones. Women who could weave and sew clothes were what Baifeng needed most.

Baoxi was still playing with the Knife in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Baifeng's bow. At first, Baoxi didn't pay attention to it; after all, bows at this time really didn't have much to speak of.

"Broken bamboo, spliced bamboo, flying earth, chasing meat." The simplicity of the ancestors making bows described in poetry shows that the power definitely wouldn't be very high. But looking at the size, shape, and material of Baifeng's bow, it didn't feel that ordinary, especially after seeing this Iron Knife.

Baoxi hoped that Baifeng could demonstrate his bow. Baifeng naturally wouldn't be stingy; having just taken such a big advantage of them, a request that wasn't excessive could be fully satisfied.

Nocking an Arrow and pulling the bow, he shot toward a tree in the distance. The Arrow was nailed straight into the tree trunk, and the tail of the Arrow was still swaying constantly because the impact was too great.

Baoxi, who was still a child, used all his strength but couldn't pull the Arrow out. Baifeng also had to step on the tree to borrow force to pull it out. The depth of the wound caused by the Arrow made Baoxi gape.

As expected, Baoxi proposed to trade for this bow of Baifeng's, increasing the offer from thirty people to fifty people, plus five bags of grain. Baifeng still shook his head.

The production of the bow is not difficult. As long as Baoxi takes it back, there must be someone in their tribe who can replicate it. But this is the most powerful Weapon of the Baifeng Tribe, their trump card, and it cannot be leaked out.

Seeing that the negotiation was fruitless, Baoxi had to give up. However, after a slight pause, he said to Baifeng: "It can be seen that your tribe is very powerful, especially if you have this kind of Weapon."

"However, the Danfu Tribe has arrived in this Dahe river basin. Your tribe will definitely not be able to avoid them. I hope your tribe can unite with us to kill them all or drive them out of here."

"Why kill the Danfu Tribe?" Baifeng didn't understand the grudges of these large tribes and didn't want to get involved.

"The Danfu are a cannibal tribe, don't you know?"

Hearing the word "cannibal," Baifeng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body turning cold.