Through some hemp poles and hemp leaves blocking the way, you can see some scenes.

You can see a lot of people at the Fire Tribe's residence, which is not too far away.

But what seems strange is that these people are now divided into two camps.

The noise came from the two camps.

There are even many people who still hold weapons in their hands.

Has the Fire Tribe been invaded by other tribes?

Seeing such a scene, Han Cheng immediately had such an idea in his mind.

If this is really the case, you should look at the situation and ask people from the tribe to help the Fire Tribe solve it.

Not only can this solve the problems of the Fire Tribe, but it can also catch those who come to the Fire Tribe to cause trouble and delay the business of the tribe, and bring them to the tribe to work as coolies.

Get a lot of free labor.

Just thinking about such a thing makes Han Da Shenzi feel very excited.

He suppressed his mood and looked here for a while, gradually realizing that things seemed different from what he thought.

Although the two parties were quarreling fiercely and seemed to be extremely excited, they have never had the intention to take action until now.

Such behavior made Han Cheng, who was quietly observing here, feel a little anxious and dissatisfied.

These guys, what are you arguing about here? Why don't you just pick up your weapons and start fighting?

When did this primitive man stop being such a mother-in-law?

Han Dashenzi murmured in his heart.

"Son of God, it seems that the people on both sides are from the Fire Tribe."

At this time, the senior brother spoke, with some hesitation and doubt in his voice.

"That one is charcoal, and this one here looks like a fireball. They have delivered linen to our tribe before, and they also lived in our tribe for a short time."

The elder brother said this.

Han Cheng, who was imagining many things, couldn't help but be startled when he heard his senior brother say this.

Are there people from the Fire Tribe on both sides?

What's going on?

Is there internal strife?

Or are some people from the Fire Tribe trying their best to bring people from other tribes over to attack their own tribe?

Han Cheng was thinking this, but he couldn't come to a good conclusion.

"There was a dispute among their tribe, as if they were talking about who is worthy of being the leader of the tribe..."

At this time, the tribe's first translator, Mao, who was following Han Cheng, said this.

Han Cheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he quickly realized and asked: "Is the old leader of their tribe dead? Or is it because the old leader can no longer control the people in the tribe, and there are new people who want to pull the old leader down.

The leader of the tribe?”

When there is a dispute in the tribe over the position of leader, there seems to be no other reason besides these two.

"I don't know, I haven't heard it yet."

Mao, who listened carefully, shook his head and returned.

As Mao listened attentively, those Fire Tribe people who seemed to be particularly excited and noisy began to undergo new changes.

I saw five or six people who looked very excited walking out, turned around and went to the shed not far away, and within a short time, two large things were lifted out of it.

Although the distance was relatively far, Han Cheng recognized him at a glance.

The two objects carried out by the Fire Tribe people were looms.

After these years of development, the looms of the Qingque tribe have been greatly improved and perfected on the original extremely crude basis.

At least now I can move the position at will.

Unlike before, it was fixed on the ground. If you want to move the position, you need to spend a lot of effort to disassemble and reinstall...

Watching such a scene from a distance, Han Cheng couldn't help but be filled with doubts and confused.

What are these people doing?

Aren't we arguing about who should be the leader?

Why was the loom suddenly lifted out?

Isn’t this style of painting changing too quickly?

Under Han Cheng's stunned and confused gaze, these people each carried a loom and returned to the two camps, put it down and placed it safely.

Moreover, someone brought the wrapped twine and placed them on the sides of the two looms.

Then, with an order, the people around the two camps all retreated back, about two meters away.

There was a person left on each side of the two looms.

While everyone was retreating, these two people sat in front of the loom very quickly.

After sitting here, the two of them quickly picked up the thread on the side and began to install it on the loom, as if they were competing.

After installing it, each person started weaving with a shuttle in his hand, very quickly.

Han Cheng knew a lot about weaving.

But we have never seen a weaving competition like now, where two old men sit in front of the loom and compete.

His mouth opened a little wide, and he didn't realize for a moment what kind of magical operation this was.

He was in a daze here, unable to react, but the two people from the Fire Tribe over there were not in a daze, and their men kept moving.

The man on the left has been weaving with the shuttle in his hand for a while, and the man on the right seems to be in a hurry to hang up the thread.

I hurriedly glanced at the man opposite and saw that the man had already started weaving, and I couldn't help but feel even more anxious.

He didn't even dare to pause for a moment, just took the shuttle and started weaving in a hurry.

Sometimes, the more panicked a person is, the more likely they are to make mistakes.

The man only went back and forth a few times before the thread on the shuttle broke.

He was anxious, but he had to stop what he was doing. He seemed to be in a hurry to find the broken thread and the thread on the shuttle in his hand. He connected them clumsily, and then he hurriedly started.

Weaving.

However, good times don't last forever.

Not long after he started weaving, the thread on the shuttle in his hand broke again.

He hurriedly and clumsily connected the threads, and then began to weave hurriedly again.

As a result, the thread on the shuttle in my hand broke again not long after weaving.

Wiring connectors is a huge waste of time.

This man was not very fast at weaving, but now his threads kept breaking one after another, and he became anxious, as if he was on fire.

On the other hand, the man opposite him was very skillful in his skills and kept weaving there.

From the beginning to now, the cloth on the shuttle in my hand has never been broken once.

The eyelids of this person who is always disconnected are twitching when he sees such things!

"#rw@#!"

He suddenly shouted loudly.

What he shouted meant that the person opposite had cheated.

If it wasn't cheating, then why did the thread in his hand always break, but the thread in the shuttle in the hand of the guy opposite didn't break?

“#￥##……”

The person being accused had a reserved smile from an expert on his face.

He looked at the man and said this.

Then he stretched out his hand to tear off the thread on his shuttle and threw the shuttle to the person opposite.

After receiving the shuttle, the man also threw the shuttle that kept breaking in his hand to this man.

After exchanging shuttles, they both started wiring and then weaving.

Next, a miracle happened.

After changing the shuttle, the person who kept disconnecting still had frequent disconnections.

And the person who is constantly offline is basically constantly offline.

“#ewsw3…”

After doing this for a while, this person who was always disconnected finally couldn't bear the abuse anymore.
To be continued...