After arranging the three savage tribes of Shihu clan, Ye Qing returned to the tribe.

After several pieces of tart cloth, he had a sudden idea and made a wide set of clothes with tart cloth, which was also considered a raincoat.

The patriarch put on a tart-cloth raincoat, moved for a while, and immediately looked full of joy.

This clothes are much more convenient than straw raincoats, and are much lighter, and are much more thorough in rain protection.

With this kind of clothes, I will no longer worry about rain wetting my body on rainy days.

He is not as good as before. If he gets wet on his body, his joint pain will be unbearable.

On this day, Canfeng arrived.

When the tribe members on the dock came to report that there were a large number of bamboo rafts on the Zhu River, Ye Qing was very surprised.

He hurriedly followed the patriarch and came to the dock.

The tribe members on the dock also stopped and waited and watched.

On the Zhushui River far away, bamboo rafts were sailing towards the dock one by one.

Ye Qing counted it roughly, and there were more than thirty pictures in total.

There are more than ten people on each bamboo raft, and that is more than 300 people.

This is a big tribe!

Is this also a tribe that came to join the Bangfeng clan?

The patriarch watched for a while and became excited.

He recognized the tribe.

Because, on a bamboo raft in front, the figure wearing a yellow robe standing is really conspicuous.

The only one that can be worn with a yellow robe is Canfeng.

He knew the situation of the Canfeng clan, and he had expected that the Canfeng clan would move out of the Wangmang Kingdom sooner or later.

Therefore, he was not surprised by the migration of the Canfeng clan.

What surprised him was that the Canfeng clan would actually come to join the Fangfeng clan.

Canfeng's revenge surprised him very much.

He laughed, comforted the unknown tribe members and said, "Don't be nervous, this is the Canfeng clan, who is here to join us."

The tribe members became happy in an instant.

Another tribe came to join us, and the Fangfeng clan became stronger and stronger. They were proud to be a member of the Fangfeng clan.

Not long after, a huge bamboo raft team approached the dock.

The first one to jump onto the dock was Shaokang.

He happily ran towards the place where the patriarch and Ye Qing were.

While running, shouting:

"Have Cheng Feng's family arrived? Have those 150 people arrived?

"This is the Canfeng clan. The entire tribe has moved here, with more than 300 people!

"Haha, I've recruited 450 people when I went out this time!"

When he approached, he winked and looked like he was about to praise me.

The patriarch smiled and said, "No, you did a good job this time!"

Shaokang immediately smiled happily. Seeing Ye Qing ignoring him in a daze, he rubbed Ye Qing's hair indignation.

At this time, Ye Qing ignored the messy hairstyle. He was already shocked by the yellow robe on the old man who climbed the dock.

That is... silk threaded silk!

Is there any silk in this era?

But, this is 5,000 years ago!

In all tribes and the Stone Age, people actually wore silk cloth!

Not only have you learned to raise silkworms, but you can also use silk to weave them?

Is this still a primitive person?

This... has exceeded his understanding of this era.

The level of civilization in this era has refreshed his views.

The ancients were not simple!

The patriarch quickly stepped forward, held the old man in the yellow robe's shoulder, and laughed:

"Brother, you finally made up your mind to move out of Wang Mangguo!"

"I should have moved out long ago. The man from Dawu is not a good person! Alas! If I had known that he was such a person, I would have let him die in the north of the river."

The old man in yellow robe was also very sad. He had thousands of words in his heart, but he couldn't say a word.

Shaokang and Ye Qing began to direct the Canfeng clan members to land.

Unlike the tribe members who left the Chengfeng clan, the Canfeng clan was prepared for the relocation. After deciding to relocate, the materials were sorted out for several days.

After living in a place for hundreds of years, the Canfeng family has many possessions.

During this migration, all the things that could be taken away were taken away, and the bamboo rafts were piled up.

The patriarch led the old man in the yellow robe to the new village sand table model to give guidance.

On the way to the Bangfeng family, the old man in yellow robe was worried along the way.

He knew a little about the situation of the Fangfeng tribe.

A few years ago, he also came to the Windwind family.

He always didn't believe that the Fangfeng family said to Shaokang that he could help so many tribes and provide food for so many people.

The decision to move in was also because of the trust in the leader of the Fangfeng clan.

The impression he felt after getting ashore made him more and more confused.

The Fender now is no longer what he looks like in his image.

The Fangfeng tribe is full of people, people coming and going, coming and going, busy, and it is completely impossible to see in any other tribe.

In such an atmosphere, he couldn't help but walk a little faster.

The worry is also a little less.

The Fangfeng tribe has become unaware of it. Not only the changes in the tribal environment, but also the incredible creations he has never seen before.

Pier, well, brick, cart, bronze...

There is also a sundial not far from the sand table model!

He had never seen the sundial, nor had he ever heard of that tribe ever had it.

The unique shape of the sundial surprised him.

The effect of the sundial being able to measure time shocked him even more.

This is something that has never been done before.

The time of day can be recorded and divided!

Not to mention Wang Mang Kingdom, even the Dayu Kingdom cannot do it.

Has the leader of the Fangfeng clan really found a way to communicate with the gods?

Otherwise, how could such a magical and mysterious ritual instrument be made?

This is not something that people can think of!

The patriarch pointed to the sand table and said to him:

"...This is a new village. If there is more population in the future, it can be expanded. That is the Second Ring Road. The new village is the inner city. Continue to build it, that is, the Third Ring Road. Finally, a city wall is built around the entire sandbank. This city wall is different from Wang Mangguo... This is, the country, our country!"

The old man in yellow robe looked confused, and he didn't understand at all!

"Four directions, southeast, northwest, northwest, in which direction do you want to place the new tribe of the Canfeng clan?"

"You are good at raising silkworms? Very good. Here, near the foot of the mountain in the north, there is a mulberry forest, which is more than the mulberry trees planted by your original tribe. Don't worry that you don't have mulberry leaves for raising silkworms."

The old man in yellow robe suddenly came to his senses.

Raising silkworms is the secret skill of Silkworm Feng, and it cannot be lost at any time.

Because of migration, he gave up the mulberry trees planted around the tribe. This was the biggest pain in his heart.

There was a ready-made mulberry forest here, which surprised him. He was anxious about not knowing where to find mulberry leaves to feed silkworms in the coming year.
Chapter completed!