I became the god of light.

Chapter 437 Cloud Tribe

Su Yun found that those silkworms that could not eat were slowly absorbing the energy of the mulberry leaves under them.

There was a little surprise on his face.

Is it because they absorbed energy that those silkworms did not die?
This was the only reason, and he didn't see any other abnormalities in these silkworms.

After being surprised, he didn't take it too seriously. It's just a moth, so let's live as long as it's alive, maybe it can produce a few more batches of eggs.

Thinking of this, he mentally glanced at some yellow silkworm eggs in the frame, and some small silkworms that were just as black as ants after hatching, and they were crawling densely in the frame.

After seeing the silkworms, Su Yun concentrated his consciousness into his body, found the old priest's thread of faith, and began to transmit knowledge.

In the cave, the old priest was fiddling with the moth happily, thinking it was very interesting, but the knowledge that suddenly appeared in his mind made him startled.

is God!
Knowing that it was God who was imparting the knowledge that belonged to God, he quickly stopped his hands and waited devoutly.

Soon, after no new content appeared, he began to check the memory in his mind, and then he was stunned.

The knowledge of processing silkworm cocoons appeared in his mind, and the content of making looms and weaving clothes from wood.

In addition to these, there is also a thing called a computer, but even if this thing has a memory, he still understands it vaguely, and doesn't understand what it is at all.

"God's knowledge is complicated!" he exclaimed.

After thinking about it, he walked to the cocoons that the moths had shed before, and saw a small hole at the top of those cocoons, his face was full of regret.

He thought these things were useful before, but according to the knowledge handed down by the gods, these silkworm cocoons are basically unable to weave clothes, because the thread ends have been broken.

The real way to deal with it is also contained in the knowledge handed down by the gods.

When the silkworm cocoon is still intact, put it directly into boiling water to boil, pull up the thread end and put it on a small wooden stick, so that the silkworm cocoon can be pulled and peeled off by continuous pulling.

According to the oracle, the old priest summoned the tribe to make textile machines and pass on computer knowledge.

He was very embarrassed about those obscure knowledge, but fortunately, God said, as long as the clansmen have a general understanding, he was relieved.

While the old priest was dealing with things, Su Yun was thinking in the divine stone space.

"It's better to go both ways to be safer."

In order to prevent this failure, he plans to continue to study computer knowledge. If theology is useless, he can only rely on himself.

He got caught up in research.

In this case, time passed quickly, and a day passed in a blink of an eye.

The old priest had already passed on the knowledge of the optical brain, but to his disappointment, none of the clansmen had any accidents, and they were all in a daze.

He thought that there would be someone who could understand the knowledge handed down by the gods.

At the same time, he also made the textile machine appear, and it was placed outside the cave at this time, and he was leading the tribe to get acquainted with it.

The leader with a bronze complexion and a beard asked the priest suspiciously, "What is this?"

"Secret, you will understand when the day comes." The old priest stretched out his hand and stroked the loom, smiling.

He decided to wait until the clothes were made and directly surprise the clansmen.

The leader glared at the old priest, feeling that this guy was getting more and more out of touch, which always made people feel uncomfortable.

Isn’t it because God prefers him and likes to pass on knowledge to him…

His heart was sour.

Time passed again, and soon another few days passed.

In the past few days, this batch of silkworms just turned into cocoons. After the original moths were used as seeds, the old priest soaked nearly a thousand cocoons in boiling water, and then asked the careful people to whip them with wooden sticks. away from silk.

Although the process is tedious, it is still very interesting for boring people.

Sticks wrapped in silk were placed one after another in the cave.

Then the old priest arranged for several women to follow him into the house.

The leader looked at the priest who stopped him outside the cave, and muttered, "Is this old guy doing some shameful things inside?"

After complaining, he could only wait quietly with the other clansmen, waiting for the so-called surprise.

Many clansmen dispersed and resumed their normal lives.

But they lived quietly, and other tribes did not.

As the reputation of the Yanhuang tribe became more and more widespread, its influence was already very large, which caused many envoys from outside tribes.

Among them, there are also guys who have seen the development of the Yanhuang tribe and feel that there is something to take advantage of.

Another six days passed.

A few kilometers away from the Yanhuang Tribe, there was a big river. Amidst the rushing water, some footsteps could be heard on the gravel on the bank.

Judging from the footsteps, it was made by three people.

"Asuka, is that tribe really like what you said?"

The person who spoke was a man in his 30s, tall, calm and majestic.

He is Qingyun, the leader of the seventh-level cloud tribe, and the person he is questioning is a young man in his 20s with a baby face that looks very tender.

"I'm not lying, there are indeed very few things in that seventh-level tribe, and we can definitely make a lot of money!"

Asuka nodded.

As the envoy of the seventh-level cloud tribe, he was originally sent by his own god to say hello to the Yanhuang tribe in a friendly way, but he discovered something after entering the tribe.

That tribe is missing a lot!
Like the staple food and clothes, he hadn’t seen them in the Yanhuang Tribe last time, and he was a little unbelievable at the time, would a seventh-level tribe have no staple food and wear animal skins at the same time?
How did they develop and not starve to death?
After he felt that it was profitable, he went back to the tribe and told the story. The other tribesmen also thought the same as him, and they couldn't believe it and planned to make a lot of money.

"We will definitely make a lot of money as long as we trade the sackcloth and our staple food this time."

"If you don't take advantage of the time, this benefit will definitely be taken away by other tribes!"

Unbeknownst to them, some time ago, the Yanhuang Tribe produced the Asuka, a staple food, with anxious expressions on their faces.

"Haha... I hope what you said is true!" Leader Qingyun laughed loudly.

The other person who had been listening next to the two said, "Boss, is the god of the Yanhuang tribe really that strong? Are they really a seventh-level tribe?"

Li couldn't help wondering if this was a so-called rumour, and the story was simply false. Otherwise, how could it be explained that the Yanhuang tribe didn't have something that the third-level tribes had?
Asuka's eyes widened when he heard this, this was what he had always wanted to ask.

Qing Yun hesitated for a moment, and said, "It should be true, this is what Yunshen himself said!"

(End of this chapter)