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Chapter two hundred and thirty second painting a pie

While the entire tribe is committed to production, the Fanshan tribe is also methodically handling the various tribesmen who have come to seek refuge.

Because of the eight orcs who fled, all the tribes in the Fanshan area knew the rules of the Fanshan tribe.

There were many tribes who came to seek refuge. Except for some tribes that were extremely vicious and relied on plundering to survive, the Fanshan tribe had gathered almost all the tribes in this area.

In order to expand the territory, Hu Tian also asked the tribesmen to tear down the city wall on the north side and turn more territory into the territory of his tribe.



In addition to learning the rules, new orcs must be "brainwashed" by the orcs who arrive early every day.

This is also one of the processes arranged by Hutian.

Because Ling'er said that the sense of belief is very important, and you must first maximize their favorability.

"Well done to the Fanshan tribe. In all my life, I have never washed my face with hot spring water, let alone taken a bath."

"As long as you are willing to endure hardship and work hard here, you can have endless meat."

"I have already saved twenty work points in the ten days since I came here. In the past few days, I have to burn charcoal and I have not slept for three consecutive days to save so much. Now I can use the points to exchange for a pair of shoes."

The shoes made by Flower Girl are so soft and strong that they cannot be replaced elsewhere..."

Everyone's words stunned the new orcs, making them all regret: Why didn't they come earlier? If they had come earlier, they could exchange work points for things now.

However, they did not regret it for a few days. Soon, other good news spread among the tribe.

"Have you heard? The tribe is going to build a market!"

"Really?"

"Yes, the clan leader has called everyone for a meeting again, and he will probably talk about this matter."

At this meeting, it was not Hu Tian who spoke, but Hu Ling'er.

As the great shaman of the Fanshan tribe, Hu Ling'er would show up from time to time for everyone to pay their respects.

But this time, Hu Ling'er didn't sit on a high platform and listen to everyone make wishes, but instead drew big cakes for everyone in person.

She wore her hair in two buns, with two braids underneath. The broken hair on her forehead was above her eyebrows, making her eyes lively and lively.

But the most eye-catching thing is the seven-color gauze dress on her body, red, yellow, white, black, blue, green, and purple. They are layered on top of each other and set off against each other, making it look like a peacock with its tail open.

When choosing clothes, Hu Ling'er wanted to refuse, but her grandma kept praising her beauty, "Long Ao still has a good sense, even the clothes he chose are so beautiful!"

"Yes, I have never made such beautiful clothes." Shang Hua also agreed repeatedly.

Not only the Hu family orcs, but other tribesmen in the tribe also had the same idea.

Everyone thinks Da Wu is so beautiful! Although she is just a little cub who has not grown up, her demeanor, her charm, and the clothes she wears are much higher than other orcs.

Hu Ling'er rarely spoke on such occasions, so everyone was quiet and admiring the beauty of the great witch.

"I heard that after everyone's supplies were sufficient, they have now exchanged items with each other."

Hu Ling'er abandoned the little embarrassment in her heart and said to everyone.

The cow who had just exchanged fine salt for a piece of meat yesterday felt nervous and thought to herself: Doesn't the tribe not allow private exchange?

Before the orcs could ask, Hu Ling'er continued: "This is very good. Everyone can make the best use of everything and exchange what they have in their hands for what they want."

"But," Hu Ling'er changed the topic, "I think these are not enough. We need to build a bigger market to attract orcs from further away."

"Orcs further away?"

"Why do you want them to come here?"

"What if they come to steal our supplies?"

Listening to the discussion below, Huxiao walked up.

He was tall, and a scar on his face added to the sense of oppression.

Everyone was silent.

"You don't have to be afraid. As long as I am with Tiger Roar, no one will dare to come to the Fanshan tribe to bully my people. I will definitely do what I say."

Hu Xiao's words seemed to give everyone a reassurance. Everyone knew that in recent days, Hu Xiao had been selecting strong orcs in the tribe. It seemed that the clan leader and his family had already made preparations.

At this time, Hu Linger cleared his throat and spoke again.

"In the past, if we wanted to exchange things, we had to carry supplies and walk for more than ten days. Only the selected orcs in the tribe could go out. The other orcs had never even seen the mayor of the market. In the future, the market will

Opening it in front of our home, we can change things as long as we go out. Think about it, do you feel comfortable living like this?"

"It's great!" Everyone agreed loudly.

"Last time we went to Leopard Mountain Market, we saw a lot of good things. One day in the future, as long as you walk out of your house, you will be able to eat fresh and hot roasted lamb legs, see all kinds of utensils carved from jade, and listen to

A performance with musical instruments that you have never seen before, how beautiful is this day!"

The orcs below all laughed, and everyone shouted together: "Beautiful!"

Hu Ling'er continued: "So, we have to build the market, not only to build it, but also to build it into the largest market on the Beast World continent. By then, you can eat whatever you want and buy whatever you want.

What!"

"Wow!" There were bursts of cheers from below.

The excited orcs even slapped the ground hard with their hands. Because there were too many orcs being slapped and the force was too great, the platform Hu Ling'er was standing on started to shake slightly.

Hu Xiao stood by and watched Hu Ling'er interact with the tribe with a serious face.

But my heart has already blossomed with joy:

"Ling'er is truly the chosen witch. Her ability to interact with her tribe is so strong. Despite her young age, everyone is attracted to her!"
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