We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 177 Return to the Great Lake
A muffled groan echoed in the darkness as the wart-faced man was kicked to his knees.

He tried to stand up, but then he suddenly felt two forces pulling him up.

"Give me the red salt."

They were pulled in front of a tall figure, and a terrifying voice that sounded like the roar of a hairy man rang out.

Under the moonlight, the wart-faced man barely recognized the person, and a strong sense of fear immediately rose in his heart.

They are bone people, and the leader of them is the most terrifying of them all, the Skeleton.

They are bone people, not bone race.

They existed before the arrival of the hairy people.

They were people whose small tribes had been wiped out for various reasons, and they lived in small groups of three or five.

The Bone People were a loose group. They initially survived by eating bones that others didn't want, but later they gathered into small groups and used bones as weapons, which is why they were called Bone People.

He already had a wart-covered face, but he wasn't strong, and the warts on his face were disgusting, so he was never able to join.

At this moment, he felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't breathe. The kick to his back had been too powerful, and he hadn't recovered yet.

Mukuro, without any hesitation, delivered another hard punch to the wart-faced man's stomach.

"Give me some salt, or I'll smash your head like a hairy man."

This punch caused the wart-faced man even more unbearable pain.

He knew he had to speak up now, no matter what, or he would be beaten to death, and if he was beaten to death, he would never see his sister again.

Suppressing the churning in his stomach, he immediately spoke.

“I’ll give you red salt; I have some in my house.”

But after speaking, he suddenly realized that he hadn't actually made a sound at all.

In that instant, the wart-faced man suddenly realized something.

Not getting an answer, Mukuro picked up a hind leg bone from a large deer, raised his hand, and was about to smash it hard against the wart-faced man.

At this moment, the wart-faced man was finally able to make a sound, but he said something completely different.

"You want red salt, I'll give you red salt."

The raised hand of the skeleton did not fall.

"Others also want red salt, and there are other bone people; they will come to me for it in the future."

“If you give the salt to someone else, you won’t have any left.”

The wart-faced man didn't know how he said those things, but they made the others think.

They wanted red salt forever; they knew how good it was.

“Listen to me, and I will only give you red salt. I will also find more bone people, give them red salt, and make them listen to you.”

The short words were spoken again by the wart-faced man.

After hearing this, Mukuro slowly lowered his hand. He didn't understand, but he felt that the wart-faced man could offer him more than just red salt.

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After obtaining the first batch of palm oil, Xia Minghao simply moved to Guhedao Village.

Because of the limited space, my own little tent reappeared.

I haven't lived in this place for a long time since I came to the riverbank.

Moving back in now evoked a unique feeling.

Looking at the netting and carvings inside the tent, as well as the canvas, it felt like stepping back into modern society.

"I really miss it."

Do you miss it?

It can only be said that the bad things from the past have been faded by memory, leaving only the good ones.

Judging by the dates, the National Day holiday should have just ended. If we hadn't traveled back to this primitive era, we would probably be exhausted from the busy work of returning to work after the National Day holiday.

There would be no beautiful woman by his side, nor the entire Xia tribe.

My living conditions are still a bit poor for now, but they will get better eventually, and I am working hard to improve them.

This is much better than being a beast of burden for capitalists. It's not just about working hard for your own good life, but also about contributing to your boss's Lamborghini.

Furthermore, it is changing the world and contributing to all humanity in this other world.

Stepping out of the tent, I was instantly transported from memories of the past back to this primitive and wild era.

The morning mist in the forest, the clear oil lake and the babbling brook connected to it, and the rudiments of the ancient riverbed gradually being mined by Datan and others are all clearly visible.

Arriving at the palm oil production line, in the most important oil pressing shed, Xia Minghao continued to study the improvement plan.

He genuinely hadn't expected that perfecting this place would be so difficult.

When we first extracted a small amount of palm oil, there were no major problems.

But when it came time to mass-produce it, things went wrong, and the original design was completely useless.

So Xia Minghao resorted to the method of lever oil extraction again.

The so-called lever oil pressing method uses the lever principle, where a large wooden pole is tied to a huge stone on one side, and the other side is pressed by manpower.

This has indeed improved efficiency a lot, but it has also created another problem: it's too tiring.

The men of the Dahu clan, who came to Guhedao Village to be in charge of pressing oil, didn't even have the energy to sing their work songs.

The only way to solve this problem seems to be to call in more people.

However, this would significantly increase the production cost of palm oil, which is not worthwhile.

I wonder how those primitive tribes on Earth, who historically extracted edible oil from palm fruits, solved the problem of mass-producing palm oil.

Or perhaps the problem was never actually solved; palm oil was an edible oil that could only be mass-produced after the Iron Age.

Although these past few days seem to have been filled with bad news, there is actually some good news.

That is, Xia Minghao discovered another way to improve both the yield and taste of palm oil.

It simply means waiting for the palm fruit to be separated from the palm branch and then leaving it in a dry place for two or three days.

This is because the oil pressing speed has not been increased, so it can be considered a blessing in disguise.

Xia Minghao speculated that it might be related to the water content inside the palm fruit, as the water content is directly related to the oil yield.

Fortunately, Xia Minghao stayed with the production line during the upgrade, which allowed him to gain this understanding through practice. This understanding will then have a positive impact on practice, further improving the palm oil extraction process.

But I can't stay here forever; there will be more production lines in the future.

If you want to quickly accumulate experience and gradually improve your processes through this kind of practice, you definitely can't do it on your own.

This made Xia Minghao realize once again the importance of the people.

We still need to quickly improve the scientific literacy of the Xia tribe and have more and more talented people available.

After nearly three months of education, the educational level in Yanquanshan should have improved. Once Yucheng is completed, a large number of talented people can be transferred here.

After reviewing the document several times, Xia Minghao felt he couldn't come up with a better solution, but he didn't plan to return to Riverside Village to rest. A new batch of red salt had just arrived and was to be sent to the Great Lake. Xia Minghao wanted to check how far his deer cavalry had advanced the battle line and whether they had reached the original agricultural land of the Zhi tribe depicted in the mural.

"Chief, look, is she about to have a baby?"

Upon arriving at the deer pen, just as we were about to mount the deer, we suddenly heard the voice of the shepherd.

Turning her head, she saw Mu Ling smiling innocently at Tianzhen, pointing at the rabbit beside her.

So fast?
As expected of a rabbit!
Attracted by Mu Ling's words, Xia Minghao immediately went over and indeed saw a rabbit with a slightly bulging belly.

If it's not parasites or overeating, then she's most likely pregnant.

I don't know if she was pregnant before I caught her, or after I caught her.

But overall, it is ultimately a good thing, and a very good thing at that.

If they can really continue to reproduce at this rate, then this is no ordinary rabbit; it could even be called a "rabbit god"!

These broods, once they arrive next spring, will become an extremely important source of protein for the Xia tribe.

Xia Minghao was overjoyed, but suddenly heard Mu Ling beside him say something unexpectedly.

"Chief, I also want to have a baby with you."

"what?"

This sentence completely misled Xia Minghao.

Sensing that gaze, Mu Ling immediately lowered her head.

Looking at the goatskin that Mu Ling had just changed into two days ago, which came from Yanquan Mountain, and the delicate body wrapped inside, Xia Minghao suddenly thought of the people of the Great Lake Clan.

Is the reason why Mu Ling suddenly wants to have children with her because of the Great Lake Clan?
The people of the Great Lakes clan really did nothing but work every day, nothing else.

Xia Minghao has gained a lot of experience staying here these past few days. In the morning, at noon, and in the afternoon, the grass, trees, and ancient riverbeds by the oil lake are all dry.

To ensure food safety and peace of mind, Xia Minghao specifically ordered the group of rutting cavemen not to cause any more trouble in the oil press shed, otherwise things would probably become quite "exciting".

If it weren't for the impact of the Maoren Wars, the Great Lakes tribe could truly be considered a fairly standard primitive tribe.

Their strong fertility worship, coupled with their proactive approach, can be considered a true embodiment of "unity of knowledge and action."

"You, uh, never mind."

Xia Minghao was momentarily speechless. Unlike others who were carefree, he had to get things under control and get to work.

The Xia tribe's GDP needs to be increased quickly; they can't just go into heat every day like primitive people.

If they wait for the establishment of Yucheng and for their Xia tribe to become the Xia Dynasty, then they can enjoy a "royal" life.

But this is just Xia Minghao's current thought. When the time comes, anything can happen, and there may be many more things waiting for him to deal with.

"Take good care of the rabbit, and remember to record its daily changes."

After saying this coldly, Xia Minghao mounted the giant stag and waited for the stag riders to gather before setting off towards the Great Lake.

Watching the chieftain's departing figure, Mu Ling felt a pang of regret for his earlier decision.

She heard from the women of the Great Lake that it was okay to bring it up directly, and that men would be very willing, which is why she dared to tell the chief.

But why is this happening...?

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"The chief has arrived!"

As Xia Minghao approached the Wu tribe, he heard a voice, filled with awe and surprise, coming from a tree not far away.

All the people in the treehouse poked their heads out; most of them were women and children, and they looked at Xia Minghao.

The men were all under the tree; some were using deer to pull back the hairy man's body, some were burning the body, and some were cutting down the tree.

This has now become their main job, with hunting for meat being a secondary activity.

They dared not disobey Xia Minghao's demands.

The old man walked towards Xia Minghao and said respectfully.

"Chief, these are the bone powder left after the hairy people were burned, all of them are here."

Xia Minghao nodded, but when he looked in the direction the witch was pointing, he was startled.

so much?
How many Mao people were killed?
What they were pointing to was a pile of ashes the size of a hill, and not just a small one, but a rather large one.

With so many ashes produced, it must have taken at least several hundred hairy people to kill.

Xia Minghao had indeed given a strict order that after killing the Mao people, their bodies must be dragged back to prevent the spread of plague.

If a plague were to actually occur, it's likely that the myths of the Great Lakes tribe would circulate about disobeying the "gods'" commands, resulting in the gods sending down a plague.

At the same time, Xia Minghao also requested that the ashes be kept after the body was cremated, in order to prepare for farming later.

Cremated remains are a good thing; they're perfect as fertilizer.

Seeing that he had collected so many ashes, Xia Minghao was naturally delighted, but he couldn't help but sigh.

This is a non-renewable resource after all. There are only so many Mao people. If we kill them all and burn them all, there won't be a problem next year, but it will be difficult the following year.

I don't know if we'll be able to develop fertilizer production lines by then; otherwise, production cuts are probably inevitable.

"Where are those deer riders? Where are they now in the Great Lake? Did they use the method I told you about?"

Upon arriving at the location, Xia Minghao realized that he had not seen a single deer rider, so he simply asked the shaman.

"It's been used, and we're there now. We just lit the fire last night, and they haven't come back yet."

Upon hearing this, the shaman pointed with trepidation to the opposite shore of the great lake.

This was also what Xia Minghao asked the shaman to do: after advancing to a distance, light a campfire at night so that although it wouldn't be clear, it would still be barely visible.

Looking in the direction the shaman was pointing, Xia Minghao nodded to himself.

No wonder they were able to collect so many ashes; they'd killed their way to such distant places.

They truly deserve to be called a group of warriors who were able to turn the tide against the Mao people.

He thought to himself that with proper training, he would definitely be a formidable opponent, whether facing the wolf tribe tomorrow or the totem tribe in the future.

Looking into the distance, Xia Minghao was already eager to see if there were any agricultural resources he wanted there, so he pounded the animal skin drum to call back the deer riders he had brought.

Upon hearing the drumbeats, the group of deer riders couldn't help but feel reluctant to leave, but they still walked towards Xia Minghao as if by muscle memory, turning back every few steps.

Looking at this group of deer riders, Xia Minghao was also somewhat moved.

This is only a temporary separation. With bronze artifacts, the hairy people are no longer a threat.

It's hard to say what will happen in the future; it could even be a matter of life and death.

Although it is said that a kind heart cannot lead an army, we are still modern people and do not have a heart of stone.

I only hope that we can make sufficient preparations so that even if war breaks out, we can try our best to prevent our Xia tribe from experiencing the pain of losing loved ones.

After everyone had gathered, Xia Minghao gave the order to go around the lake.

(End of this chapter)