Regarding the arrival of the first heavy snow in winter, some people are happy and some are sad.

In the upper reaches of the Jieya River, about ten kilometers north of the inner city of Swobod in later generations. The leader of the Yaqian tribe, under the auspices of the shaman, led the whole clan's elders to thank the gods for the heavy snow like rain in time. And just a hundred miles away, the fire that had reflected half of the sky gradually became smaller.

You should know that just half a stick of incense had already been floating over the fire. A few sparks fell in the forest, and fires appeared in many places. The specially made bark houses were more likely to be ignited because they were drier.

The Yaqianbu people who already knew how to escape from the fire did not quickly put out the fire, but first packed up the animal skins and food for the winter. Then, under the command of the clan leader, they prepared to migrate to a place without a fire.

Unlike the Ming people who have been accustomed to settling down, their ancestors have lived in the forest for generations. When the food in a place is almost the same, they will change to a temporary residence. Anyway, it is not difficult to build a bark house, and the most in the forest is big trees.

As long as there is food, their tribe will not be starved to death.

Fortunately, a heavy snow stopped it.

And seeing this situation getting bigger and bigger, it seems that I can't stop for a while.

At this time, the patriarch who had already thanked the gods and offered sacrifices also began to arrange for people to repair the burned tree house. If it is not serious, use other burned bark or animal skin to repair it, and if it is serious, give up directly, let the tribe members who have lost the tree house squeeze with other families.

As long as you survive this winter, everything will be fine.

Later, the blue-eyed sled dog in the village suddenly barked a few times, then made a cheerful whimper, as if someone was back.

And in the village chief's tree house, the bonfire was burning, dispelling the cold air in the house. Shaman Hmuono really talked to the village chief Kuroshino about the fire during the day.

It was also the time for the fire to break out!

And it was burned from the south. Since a group of Ming people came to the south bank of Longjiang, forest fires have not been so rare.

Hemmano and Kuroshino had been to the Ming people's city - Heihe City transaction. There, they used tribe hunting transactions to trade fine white salt, delicious canned food, needles and threads for sewing clothes, iron pots for cooking food, and tea with fragrant flavors. They also had milk powder that could be used to fill their hunger.

At the same time, I also saw how Ming people lived on that land.

First, we deliberately set fire in the forest, and then use the burned ash as a fertilizer to reclaim block-shaped arable land on the flat ground that was originally a forest. We will also clear a piece of water near the arable land, sow seeds in the ground and then dig water to irrigate.

Although they returned to the tribe before the crops in the field grew, they all felt that with the means of wise people, food would definitely grow out of the field.

"Please ask the shaman to ask the gods for advice. The Ming people are good at using fire. Will this fire be released by them?" Kurotto asked Himmunoma piously with a stern face.

He Munna was really like a ghost possessed by a ghost, singing and dancing along the bonfire, constantly beating the fish-skin drum. The dull drum sounds were all over the place, as if they were really communicating with the gods.

After a while, he seemed to be tired of jumping. Hemuna suddenly protruded into the ground and his body trembled like a sieve.

Seeing this, Kurotto became even more pious.

"The gods revealed us that this fire was a conspiracy of the Ming people." Hemuno said the god's revelation with sweating. In fact, it was just a speculation in his heart. After all, the fire was inexplicably coming, and only the Ming people were the most suspicious.

"But why did the Ming people burn Jiangbei?" This is something that Kurotto no could understand in the village.

Their Yaqian tribes are not far from Heilong City, and the Ming people have not even cultivated the land around Heilong City, so why have they started to think about their one acre of three-point land?

Moreover, it is cold and it is not a good time to plant crops. There is no benefit in setting fire to the forest at this time.

At this moment, the animal leather curtain hanging on the tree house was lifted from outside, but the woman of the patriarch reported that Amur, who was going out to inquire, was back.

"Hurry, let him in." When people from other tribes fled to them, Kurotto heard the fire in the south and quickly sent someone to follow the river to see what was going on. But he had been there for two or three days, and he was also surprised that the other party was burned to death.

Unexpectedly, he came back alive.

"Class leader, shaman!" Amur came in under the wind and frost, a young man who looked down upon him. Perhaps because of the hard life of the people in the forest, ordinary people seem to be precocious. Amur is sixteen years old, in the eyes of outsiders, is already so old that he is over 20 years old.

Only those relatively clear eyes reveal the innocence that should have at this age.

"How is it, what have you seen?" Kurotto asked immediately.

"There are so many people. They are looking for people from other tribes to take them away." Amur recalled the scene he saw and added: "There are also clothes, so many beautiful clothes. There are so many foods for them. The cans you brought back by patriarch, I saw that they also distributed them to people from other tribes."

"The Ming people are catching the tribe, and there is still a lot of food?" Kurotto instinctively thought that it was the Ming people who were catching people.

These tribes living in the forest often experience the fact that the large tribes capture small tribes. And every year when tribute is paid, they also hand over some strong men to serve as animal commanders for the large tribes.

As for the Ming people who were saving people, Amur didn't believe this even if he saw it with his own eyes.

A little greed flashed in Hemmuno's eyes, and he said to Hei Takano: "This fire destroyed a lot of food, and children and women in the clan also need to wear warm clothes. These Ming people have them!"

"Ke Mingren is a very powerful tribe. Will it be if they angered them?" Hei Takano understood that Hemmanu really meant. In the forest, it was natural to steal things from other tribes. But he was afraid of being retaliated by Mingren! After all, being able to live in a house surrounded by city walls and a large tribe with thousands of people was not so easy to provoke.

At this time, Amur mentioned that the Ming people distributed canned food to tribes, and he agreed to steal Ming people's food. Because such stupid things can be done, the group of Ming people must not be as powerful as they imagined.

Just then, a cry came from outside the tree house, and the woman of the patriarch came in with a sad face and said that it was because there was not enough food, so a child was so hungry that he cried.

Kurotto's original hesitation thoughts also immediately began to identify them.
Chapter completed!