After Wang Lang and Chi finished their conversation, they returned to the inner city and learned about Qi Yan's identity, their views on him this time have greatly improved.

"Bar, have you treated our friends from afar?" Wang Lang said to the bark.

"Hehe, leader, are you still worried about my business?" Tree Bark smiled.

"Dear leader, it's getting late, we have to return to the tribe." Qiyan said respectfully to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you a piece of bark. There are many wild animals nearby. If you are eaten by wild animals, the congratulations and talks may end here."

Qiyan smiled and said, "Don't worry, those who followed me are the most brave warriors in the tribe, and some wild beasts can still deal with it."

"Since that's the case, if you take this plate, we will give it to you not far away." Wang Lang said.

Qiyan bowed to Wang Lang, turned around and walked towards the takeaway with the bark.

After seeing off the members of the Liehuo Tribe, the tree bark and the forest fire returned.

"Lang, what news did that guy Chi bring?" Lin Huo asked.

Wang Lang raised his lips and said, "The Fire Tribe and the Flower Tribe have started a war, which is why they are eager to seek peace with us."

"So that's it." The two of them said in unison.

"What should we do then?" asked Tree Bark, with a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"What should I do? Of course I don't do anything. The tribe still has so many things to do, so how can I have the time to fight?" Wang Lang said.

"This is a great opportunity. The two tribes are fighting fiercely. Let's kill them directly now." The bark said excitedly.

"War is not the only way. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking in your head. Isn't it just a woman who has been thinking about the Fire Tribe?" Wang Lang looked at the bark with a smile.

Suddenly, Wang Lang expressed his true thoughts, and the old bark turned red. Fortunately, it grew darker and could not see the changes.

"Hehe, leader, it's not good to have too many women. If you give birth to more cubs, our tribe will be bigger in the future." Tree bark laughed.

"Don't worry about this. If you want someone, you don't have to go through war. I have reached a deal with Qi Yan just now. You can exchange a woman with two little kids with a pottery plate. Isn't this much easier than going to war to grab people?" Wang Lang said slowly.

When the two of them heard this, they became interested. Lin Huo said, "Can you change a woman and two little kids with such a plate?"

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Don't think that it's so simple that our pottery is just burned with mud. If we want to make our tribe so exquisite, we are only here. According to my opinion, a plate can only be exchanged for such a few people, and I still think it's less." Wang Lang snorted coldly.

The two of them were immediately surprised. These things that could be seen everywhere on weekdays were originally of no use except for treating them as vessels, but they did not expect that they would be so valuable.

"Chief, since our pottery is so useful, we will burn more and exchange their women for them." The bark said excitedly.

"Do you think they are fools? It's useless to say that too much of this thing is useless. We just need to use it little by little to exchange people." Wang Lang looked at the bark with contempt.

Although this decision to exchange populations was cheaper, Wang Lang was faced with unpredictable disasters for the scattered small tribes wandering around the grassland. For a long time in the future, the Fire Tribe's actions to capture slaves became even more crazy, which made the wild people on the grassland panic all day long.

After another 200 kilograms of potatoes, Wang Lang immediately asked someone to deal with these potatoes and plant them as early as possible to harvest them as soon as possible.

Time flies. Half a month later, all the hemp has been spun into twine, and the first strand that is more than four meters long and one meter wide was finally made.

When Wang Lang received the cloth presented by the woman, he was extremely excited. He touched the rough cloth with trembling hands and couldn't help himself.

With the cloth, Wang Lang wants to make a piece of clothing himself.

What he wanted to do was not the short-sleeved T-shirts worn by modern people. The Hanfu, which has been passed down for thousands of years in China, has tied his hair and right lapel, which truly belongs to the Chinese nation.

Wang Lang asked the women to grind a bone needle with fish bones, and asked the smelting workers to make a pair of scissors.

After all the tools were made, Wang Lang immediately transformed into a tailor.

When Wang Lang carefully cut the extremely precious cloth while painting the clothes he designed on the wooden board.

Because he is in a tropical area, Wang Lang did not make such long gowns, but did short-dresses worn by the working people in ancient times. This kind of clothes is very convenient to fight and work in troubled times.

Since he started making clothes, Wang Lang can be said to have not left home. Seeing the clothes take shape little by little, Wang Lang was very quick.

A week later, the first piece of clothing was finally made in Wang Lang's hands.

This piece of clothing with a tiny stitch is the most beautiful one in the world in Wang Lang's eyes.

On this day, Wang Lang, who had prepared his clothes, couldn't wait to put it on his body, and even specially found a thin branch to tie up his hair.

If it were in the mirror, Wang Lang would probably be so beautiful in front of the mirror for a while.

Wearing the prepared clothes, Wang Lang walked out of the tribe and immediately attracted a series of gazes.

Fanxing looked at Wang Lang's clothes, his eyes could not turn, and his eyes were full of envy.

"Lang, is this the clothes?" Fanxing said with a trembling voice.

Wang Lang nodded heavily. Although there was no fuel, the color of the clothes was also beige in linen. Compared to other people who only had a grass skirt, this was something that only gods could enjoy.

Seeing the more and more tribesmen, Wang Lang said loudly: "This is to make clothes with twine. In my dream, the gods are wearing this kind of clothes and keeping such hairstyles. All of these are the guidance of the gods."

After Wang Lang finished speaking, the tribesmen knelt on the ground and kept worshiping the sky. The scene seemed strange and spectacular.

From this day on, people understood what the gorgeous clothes are and what the shame is.

What Wang Lang is most concerned about is that from the date of the birth of clothes, he finally started tribal reforms. With cloth as an equivalent, the plan to promote the formation of private ownership was naturally put on the agenda.

The production of cloth is slow, so it is impossible to immediately turn the tribe into a tribe with beauty. If you want to own clothes, you can only exchange them with something equivalent.
Chapter completed!