The people of the Mu tribe do not live in thatched huts or caves. Songshan is unsure what their houses are made of, but he knows they look sturdy and warm.
Some families ate late, and smoke was still billowing from their chimneys. Songshan hadn't eaten meat in a long time, and he could tell it was meat just by the smell.
I have no idea how the people of the Wood Tribe made it; it smells so good.
He had stuffed his stomach with wild vegetables and licked several mouthfuls of salt stones, and now, smelling the aroma, he felt hungry again.
Despite his hunger, Songshan was taken to the small square of the Wood Tribe.
The square is paved with bricks and stones, and the feeling of walking on it is completely different from that of muddy ground.
Flat and hard.
Matsuyama glanced at his feet with a puzzled look and recognized that the stones were the same as those on the stone wall.
He was led into the council room to see Shen Nong, full of doubts. There was a small fire in the room for lighting. It wasn't too hot yet, and it was still a bit cool in the evening, so the fire was fine.
It won't work after spring, and Shen Nong is also thinking about whether there is another source of light.
Otherwise, we won't be able to move around until nightfall.
Songshan looked around the house and only saw the tall orc who had controlled him that day standing next to the Wood Tribe priest. He didn't see their priest, so he asked, "Where is our priest?"
Shen Nong propped her chin up and told Song Shan to sit down in a chair, as he felt uncomfortable looking up at people.
"Once we've reached an agreement, I'll take you to meet him. Don't rush."
Matsuyama had never seen a chair before. He tentatively sat down on it and found it to be quite sturdy.
After settling in, Songshan put aside his curiosity and began to get down to business. "You said that our mountain tribe should follow the wood tribe in the future, and I agree to that. But I have a condition: you have to give us enough salt."
"Is there anything else?" Shen Nong asked.
Songshan paused for a moment, "There's more?"
He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what else they needed; what they lacked most was rock salt.
Matsuyama shook his head. "No more."
Shen Nong asked again, "Are you sure?"
Songshan was unsure again after Shen Nong's attitude. After thinking for a while, he added uncertainly, "After the matter is resolved, will you release our priest?"
That's it?
For some reason, Songshan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine from the questioning tone of the Wood Tribe priest. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and said firmly, "That's all."
Shen Nong said happily, "I agree, but the salt from my Wood Tribe isn't given away for free. Only those who become my Wood Tribe's underlings can get it."
Songshan had been puzzled and didn't quite understand what the Wood Tribe priest meant by "little brother." He asked, "How do you become a little brother?"
“As the younger brother, I must listen to my elder brother. If my elder brother tells me to go east, I can’t go west. If my elder brother tells me to chase the sun, I can’t chase the moon.” Shen Nong coughed lightly. “Of course, my elder brother will also do his best to protect me and help me. For example, the mountain tribe is short of salt, so as the elder brother, the wood tribe sent you salt.”
After pondering for a moment, Songshan thought that being a subordinate of the Mu tribe was quite good, as there was indeed plenty of salt and rocks.
"From now on, the Shan tribe will be the Mu tribe's subordinate."
Shen Nong laughed and said, "It's easy, but words are not enough. We have to swear an oath to the Beast God, and those who break it will be punished by the Beast God."
This time, Matsuyama did not agree immediately, but thought about it for a longer time.
Swearing an oath to the Beast God didn't really have much binding force on Shen Nong, since he didn't believe in the Beast God.
But for orcs, this constraint is extremely strong.
However, Shen Nong could guarantee that he would uphold the spirit of the contract, but he could not guarantee that the Mountain Tribe would be the same. Therefore, he came up with a plan to swear an oath to the Beast God to bind the Mountain Tribe.
The fact that the mountain tribe chief did not immediately agree indicates that the other party is seriously considering the matter and will not go back on their word once they have made the vow.
After waiting for a while, Matsuyama nodded seriously, "Okay, swear an oath."
Shen Nong and Song Shan knelt on one knee facing the moon and swore an oath to the Beast God.
The agreement was as the two of them had said; anyone who violated it would be severely punished by the Beast God.
After both sides finished swearing their oaths, Songshan's first reaction was to see the priest, Shanfeng, asking, "Where is our tribe's priest?"
Shen Nong said, "I'll take you there."
Ze followed behind, holding a torch to light Shen Nong's way. Songshan held a torch himself, carefully raising it as if afraid a gust of wind would blow out the flame.
The three of them soon arrived at an earthen house. Shen Nong did not intend to hide the people, so she simply asked Tu Dong to arrange an earthen house for the mountain tribe priest to stay in.
As soon as he arrived at the house, Songshan smelled a rich aroma.
The aroma was indescribable, like meat but not quite. Whatever it was, the smell made Matsuyama swallow hard.
His stomach rumbled, not from hunger, but from cravings.
Shen Nong had the orc guarding the earthen house where Shan Feng was located open the door. When the door was opened, the house was filled with smoke.
Shanfeng sat by the small fire pit, looking at the bone broth that had been simmering in the earthenware pot for a long time. Just as he was about to taste it, the door to the house was pushed open.
Originally, each earthen house had a door bolt, but the mountain winds were caught from the mountains, so in order to always make sure that people were inside, the door bolts were removed.
"Didn't we just confirm it? Why are you checking it again?" Shanfeng swallowed hard and asked suspiciously, "You guys aren't regretting making soup from my bones, are you?"
The bone broth was served to him by the people of the Mu tribe last night, and he couldn't stop thinking about it after drinking it.
When the Mu tribe delivered food in the morning, he mustered up the courage to ask about the soup he had drunk the night before, not really expecting them to answer.
The people from the Mu tribe not only answered, but also said that if he liked, they would give him some bones and teach him how to cook them.
The mountain wind was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.
When the sun was high in the sky, the people of the Mu tribe came to deliver food again, along with some bones, seasonings, and a clay pot.
These are all mountain winds I've never even heard of.
The people of the Mu tribe told him how to stew bone broth, and he spent the whole afternoon doing so, his eyes never leaving the earthenware pot.
Throughout the stewing process, the Wood Tribe orc guarding him rarely opened the door to check if he was there.
Now that the bone broth was ready, Shanfeng kept opening the door to check, and it was hard for him not to suspect that the two orcs regretted their decision and were thinking of taking away the bone broth he had worked so hard to cook.
Upon hearing the sound of the mountain wind, Songshan exclaimed excitedly, "Priest!"
Shanfeng thought he had misheard. How could he hear the voice of Songshan?
The door had been open for a while, and the fog had dissipated considerably. Looking towards the doorway, Shan Feng could indeed see Songshan Mountain.
Shanfeng quickly stood up. "Why are you here?"
Songshan strode over to Shanfeng, took Shanfeng's arm, and asked worriedly, "Priest, are you alright?"
Shanfeng shook his head. "It's alright. The people of the Wood Tribe are very kind to me. I eat meat three times a day here."
Songshan exclaimed in surprise, "Three meals of meat a day?"
Their mountain tribe is lucky to get meat once every three days. Recently, they've had to hand over their hunted prey to cannibals. If it weren't for the wild vegetables in spring, they would have starved to death long ago.
The Wood Tribe eats meat three times a day!
"Gurgle gurgle".
Shanfeng looked down at Songshan's stomach. "Are you hungry? The Mu tribe taught me how to make bone broth. Would you like some?"
Songshan had already smelled the aroma. He wanted to shake his head, but his head wouldn't obey him and he nodded instead.
So the tribal chief and priest, without any hesitation, sat down and started drinking bone broth.
The rich aroma of bone broth is irresistible, with bits of meat and cartilage clinging to the bones.
Songshan couldn't wait to take a sip of the bone broth, but it was so hot it hurt his heart.
In the end, there was no other way but to hold onto the bones and gnaw on them, and wait for the soup to cool down before drinking it.
Seeing that Songshan had finished gnawing on a large bone and was about to throw it away, Shen Nong said, "The marrow in this bone is delicious."
marrow?
Shen Nong taught them how to eat the bone marrow, and Songshan and Shanfeng did as Shen Nong said with some skepticism.
As soon as the delicious and flavorful bone marrow entered their mouths, their eyes lit up.
tasty!
Shanfeng ate meat several times at the Wood Tribe, unlike Songshan who only had eyes for meat. After tasting the bone marrow, he put down the bone broth and asked Shen Nong, "Wood Tribe Priest, you didn't bring Songshan and me here just to eat meat, did you?"
Shen Nong nodded, "Of course not. I have already discussed the specifics with Songshan and sworn an oath to the Beast God."
Shanfeng glanced at Songshan, who was enjoying his meal, and frowned, asking, "What have you two decided to discuss?"
Matsuyama reluctantly put down the bone and told Yamafu everything that had happened before.
After hearing this, Shanfeng felt like punching Songshan, that big oaf.
He wasn't against the Mountain Tribe becoming subordinate to the Wood Tribe. The Wood Tribe was different from before; even though he had only been there for a short time, he couldn't move around freely.
But he could still hear the sounds outside. The tribe that brought laughter to children and the elderly was something Shanfeng had never seen before.
What angered him was that when the priest of the Wood Tribe asked Songshan what he wanted, he only said he wanted salt.
Did Songshan not have eyes when he entered the Mu tribe?
Even just giving them a lecture on how to build the houses they live in now would be helpful!
Yama-kaze didn't want to make many requests, but Matsuyama could say one more.
Shan Feng tried his best to calm himself down; it was too late to say anything now.
Well, this is for the best. Without the Wood Tribe, they wouldn't even have salt.
The biggest problem was the salt stone. Once that problem was solved, Yamabe really couldn't come up with anything else.
Shen Nong thought Shan Feng would object, or at least say something to him. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't say a word, but simply snatched the ceramic bowl from Song Shan's hand, preventing him from drinking another drop of soup or gnawing on a bone.
Songshan couldn't stay here any longer. After the pottery bowl was taken away by the mountain wind, he could see it but couldn't eat it, so he simply went back to his tribe.
After everyone left, Shen Nong also wanted to go back to the cave to rest. When she got to the cave entrance, she looked at Ze, who was about to follow her into the cave, and Shen Nong felt a headache coming on.
During the day he forced himself not to think about it, but now he had no choice but to face it.
Looking at Ze's handsome face in the moonlight, Shen Nong sighed silently.
As the saying goes, if you're going to help someone, help them all the way to the end; he'll be a father to the very end today.
The child's sex education depends on him.