The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 370 The Spider Tribe in the Southern Desolation
The distance from the Mang tribe to the Bloodvine tribe is not very far. It takes about a day and a half for the totem warriors to walk, while the flamingo, even with heavy cargo, can fly there in only two hours.

After returning to the tribe, Chenbei asked the flamingo team to carry the briquettes again and go to the Bloodvine tribe to make transactions. Before the snow fell, they could conduct several transactions.

Of course, it is impossible to have rare soul medicines like psychic vines in subsequent transactions. Only some exotic plant juices, fruits, etc., which are special products of the blood vine tribe, and ordinary goods can be traded.

Before the flamingo team set off again, Chenbei said to Honghua: "There are a lot of tourists around the Bloodvine Tribe, and they must also need a lot of fuel to survive the cold winter."

"After you pass by, you can also trade with those tourists and sell our briquettes to them."

Whether it is the blood vine tribe or the former tree tribe, they don't like people to start fires in the tribe, especially cutting down trees to make fire is a taboo.

But winter is so cold, people will die if they don't light a fire, and those tourists can't enter the blood vine tribe to escape the cold, so Chen Bei concluded that they must also need briquettes.

Don't underestimate the tourists. Although they are not strong, they are numerous, and those who can survive have their own unique skills. They have a lot of good things in their hands.

And what Chenbei has to do is to use briquettes, salt, clothes and other goods to turn the good things in their hands into things of the Mang tribe.

It's also a win-win deal.

"Okay, I understand, then I'll go first."

"Go, be safe."

Safflower soon set off again with the Red Crane team.

Before it snows, try to make as many transactions as possible, because after it snows, it is almost impossible to go out and trade.

After watching the flamingo team leave, Chen Bei took the psychic vine and entered Qingzhu's courtyard.

Qingzhu's door was still tightly closed, Chen Bei thought about it, and tried to push her window.

Sure enough, the window was not latched, and Chen Bei easily pushed it open.

Qingzhu in the room heard the movement, and immediately covered herself with an animal skin coat, only her eyes were exposed.

Chen Bei saw her for the first time. Although she was wearing a thick animal fur coat, she could still see that she was very thin now, with sunken eye sockets and dark blue skin, which was very abnormal.

Qing Zhu didn't speak, just looked at Chen Bei quietly, hiding herself in the big animal skin coat.

Chen Bei's heart hurts like being stabbed by a knife. Originally, it was he who should bear the pain, not Qingzhu.

Chen Bei pretended to be nonchalant and said: "How many times have I told you that even if the door is not opened, the windows must be opened for ventilation, right? You will get sick if you are stuffy inside."

"I know...I know..."

Qingzhu lowered her head, not daring to look at Chenbei anymore.

Chen Bei felt a little helpless, Qing Zhu was too stubborn, she had become like this, and she still insisted on not letting others take care of her.

Chen Bei put two well-wrapped psychic vines from the window onto the table under the window, and said, "These two plants are said to enhance soul power, so you eat them."

"You are a witch, you should know better than me how to take it. If the effect is good after taking it, I will find it for you."

As a witch of the Mang tribe, Qingzhu has the inheritance of witches. She naturally knows the rarity of the psychic vine.
"No... don't take risks... I'm fine..."

Qingzhu's voice was weak and small, but her tone was very firm. She really didn't want Chenbei to take risks.

"I'm about to break through to the realm of a medium-level tribal totem god now. Where is the danger? Don't think about it, eat it quickly. If you leave it for a long time, the effect of the medicine will not be so good."

Chen Bei stood for a while, seeing that Qingzhu didn't intend to come over, he backed away helplessly, and said: "Then I'll come and see you later, if you haven't eaten the psychic vine, I'll feed you myself."

After saying something fierce, Chen Bei closed the window again, and when he turned around, the expression on his face, the expression on his face gradually disappeared.

In silence, he walked towards his own yard, and the thin figure of green bamboo hovered in his mind, making him very uncomfortable.

"We must find a better soul medicine!"

Chen Bei secretly swore in his heart that he couldn't let Qingzhu suffer like this.

……

In Qingzhu's room, she listened carefully to the movements around her. Although she suffered a lot, her witchcraft power was actually stronger than before because of practicing black witchcraft.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that Chen Bei had left the yard that Qingzhu opened the large animal skin coat, walked to the window with difficulty, and opened the psychic vine wrapped in leaves.

Qingzhu was silent for a while, then picked a pod-shaped fruit, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then swallowed it with difficulty.

The pod-shaped fruit of the psychic vine enters the abdomen, and quickly transforms into a powerful energy, which washes through Qingzhu's limbs and veins, and finally flows into her head, nourishing her soul that has been tortured by the poison.

The psychic vine was indeed extraordinary, and within a short time, Qingzhu's mental state was much better than before, which showed that her soul had been nourished.

The green bamboo ate the pod-shaped fruit of the psychic vine one by one, and then ate the leaves of the psychic vine, and finally peeled off the skin of the psychic vine, smashed it and ate it.

Her soul is like a dry field with cracks everywhere, but the psychic vine is like the rain, nourishing her soul, repairing the cracks, and making her soul stronger.

Although the poison still exists and is still torturing her, but after her soul grows stronger, at least she has the capital to fight against this poison, and she is no longer at an absolute disadvantage.

……

Southern Wilderness, the new site of the Spider Tribe.

The new residence of the Spider Tribe is in the northeast of the Mang Tribe, not too far from the original site of the Zerg Tribe.

Ever since Chenbei fell into a coma, the people of the Mang Tribe were running around in a hurry, so naturally no one cared about the Spider Tribe and Ant Tribe who had just moved into the Southern Wilderness.

During this period of more than a month, the spider tribe quickly opened up new territories, built wooden houses, and some people lived in caves.

After they settled here, they wiped out several small nearby tribes, robbed them of everything, and made many transactions with the Eagle tribe, paid some prices, and obtained the necessary supplies.

Coupled with the food and supplies they brought from the central region, this winter should be able to barely survive.

In a new wooden house, the witch of the Spider tribe asked the leader: "Has the leader of the Mang tribe been poisoned to death? Why hasn't there been any news for so long?"

The Spider Tribe Witch was obviously dissatisfied with the efficiency of these totem warriors below.

"There is no news yet, but after being poisoned by the queen bee, you shouldn't be able to survive?"

The spider tribe witch poked the ground a few times with his cane, and said, "I don't want to listen to speculation, I want an accurate answer!"

The leader of the spider tribe was sweating coldly, and said: "We have just arrived in the Southern Wilderness, and we are not familiar with this place. I will definitely let the soldiers below get accurate information as soon as possible."

"Before it snows, you have to figure it out."

"Yes!"

The leader of the spider tribe left the wooden house helplessly. He thought hard, how could he get accurate information?

Suddenly, he thought of the elder's granddaughter, Green Spider, who seemed to be in the Mang tribe now, and perhaps he could get accurate information from her.

The leader of the spider tribe decided to send someone to find a chance to contact the green spider, which was the only way he could think of.

Because the people of the Mang tribe are so strict with their mouths, the outside tourists don't know that something happened to the leader.

(End of this chapter)