Thanks to the brothers in the War of the Dragon for their rewards...

There was a sudden mountain in front of me, not too high, but only more than twenty meters high.

A small herd of dozens of cattle was driven away and ran up the mountain road. Behind, there were Indians who were completely spitting out their faces, and they looked like ghosts, and they were chasing them.

The herd of cattle were chased and was only concerned about running away like crazy as the mountain road that was obviously manually modified.

A cliff suddenly appeared in front of him. The wild buffalo who was driven crazy could not hold back his legs and jumped down from the cliff one by one.

The huge rocks below were abrupt, and the rocks and soil had already turned brown and red. One after another, the buffalo fell down. The flesh and blood flew across the body, and blood slowly penetrated into the rocks under him.

This is the Stream of Death, but there is another name called Niuji Jue Jue Cliff.

On this entire continent, for thousands of years, Indians have loved hunting bison like this, leaving countless abandoned streams of death.

Then, another group of bison was chased up the mountain and jumped off the cliff in panic.

The Indians who had been waiting for a long time began to skillfully drag the bison's corpse away, then peeled and took out the internal organs.

Everything is so skillful, divided and cooperated, and slaughtered these bisons like machinery.

Wen Fei asked: "Why hasn't our tribe used this method before?"

The warrior leader Tie Hammer said, "This method will damage the cowhide..."

A simple sentence made Master Wen Datian suddenly realize. So that's it. It turns out that economic interests determine everything.

For the traditional Indians, the most important thing is bison meat, and the others are included.

But for these tribes such as Aziman who started trading with the outside world, the real important thing is to be able to exchange the fur of goods from the colonists.

When the bison jumped off the cliff, there were indeed many cowhides that would be broken and not worth much.

What's more, these traditional tribes also hold primitive bone and stone weapons, which have limited power. The hunting efficiency is higher using this method. However, with a large number of iron weapons, the efficiency of such massacre will not be much lower.

The entire hunting process lasted for three days. In addition to a small number of bisons who escaped and ascended to heaven, more than 20,000 bisons were slaughtered in the Stream of Death this time.

Even these Indians themselves have rarely seen such large-scale killings. The scale of hunting thousands of heads is already large enough!

"Our wizard said that it is becoming more and more dangerous here, so we joined forces to do such a large-scale hunt. When everything is done, our tribe will migrate to the West!"

A leader talked to Wen Fei like this.

When he said this, even if Master Wen Da Tian failed to see the turmoil of the Haotian Yuanqi Sea with his own eyes, he could still imagine how turbulent it would be.

People are murderous, and dragons and snakes start to land. The prelude to the great era is about to be revealed before your eyes. You can see how brilliant and spectacular it should be. It has affected tens of millions of people and countless tribes are extinct. The disaster is so great that it is simply unimaginable.

These tribes thought that migrating to more remote places in the West would be able to escape the catastrophe. However, they didn't know that they would last for hundreds of years at most. When the gold was rushing in the west, there would still be corpses everywhere. Few people could escape.

The slaughter, skinning and tanning of tens of thousands of bisons is a very large-scale project. Even if several tribes work together, it will take at least a long time.

Master Wen did not waste so much time here, so he returned to the A World.

As soon as he saw Zhao Lan, Zhao Lan complained: "I'm so tired of filming, it's not fun at all!"

Wen Fei was too lazy to pay attention to her, but just smiled and said to Zhao Ning: "What do you think?"

Zhao Ning thought: "It's okay, but I don't like the story the director filmed."

"Yes, whenever my Lanlan wrote a book, I will adapt it into a movie, then I will shoot whatever I want!" Zhao Lan smiled and hugged Zhao Ning's shoulder.

The director of Ma Facebook, who was not famous in later generations, is also a talented person. In less than a week, he reshooted some shots. It is indeed mostly shots of two sisters in the Zhao family.

Now that the film has been completed, it will be released in a few days of post-production.

"You can't wait for the film to be screened!" Zhao Lan wanted to regret again: "My holiday is here and I'm going back!"

Wen Fei was overjoyed: "It's great that you want to go back, when?"

Zhao Ning pursed his lips and smiled: "I want to go back with Lanlan too."

Wen Fei was a little stunned. He originally thought that Zhao Lan had left and could be intimate with Zhao Ning for a few days, but he never expected that there would be such a thing.

But this is also good, you can do some serious things yourself. The love between children is just a long life, and some adjustments among countless wonderful things are not the main ones.

Wen Fei thought about it and said, "I have to go back too and deal with the matters at home, but it will take several days for me to leave. I can't send you back!"

Zhao Lan smiled and said, "Yes, your fancy son-in-law did a great job. Even Old Taishan and his mother-in-law had never seen him, so he tricked my Ningning!"

Wen Fei and Zhao Ning looked at each other and smiled, and Wen Fei said, "I will go to your house to find you in a few days!"

Zhao Ning nodded slightly, "Yeah" and looked at Wen Fei with a smile and said, "I'm afraid my dad will beat you out!"

Wen Fei laughed: "I don't believe that my father-in-law would break the bridge like this!"

After seeing off the two sisters, Wen Fei was busy at Mingzhu for another three or four days. He notified Wan Daoxin that another batch of new bison leather would arrive, so he asked him to seize the time and build the leather goods factory.

The two sides have decided to jointly contribute funds and build a factory in the mainland across the river.

At this time, the factory was built. Although there were not so many preferential policies when the Special Administrative Region was just established in a few years, the land was almost for free.

But at this time, the special zone was not full of factories. There were still many discounts.

But Wan Daoxin wanted to build the factory in his hometown and return home in glory. Wen Fei could naturally understand it. Moreover, after a few years, he became more aware of environmental protection and could not move the factory, so he agreed.

All of this was planned by Wandao Xinshu. However, Master Wen could not give much energy here.

However, Wan Zongze continued to fall asleep for three or four days. After waking up, his personality changed drastically and became taciturn. He hid at home, rarely went out, and even began to take the initiative to learn opportunities.

This made Wan Daoxin feel even more comforted. He treated his son as a prodigal son, but he didn't know that there was a soul in this body.

Even Master Wen Datian was thinking that even if he knew, he wouldn't care. For such an old-fashioned person, as long as the body was born by himself, as long as he had a promising career and could inherit the family business, the soul living in his body was really not important.

Many times, Master Wen Da Tian felt that this idea was reasonable. After all, blood genes are still matters on the body and really has nothing to do with the soul.

I set up a company in Mingzhu, hired two smart employees, and arranged some things.

Master Wen returned to World B again, but found that several tribes were still processing these bisons. Large pieces of bison meat were cut and exposed to the sun to the sun, removing moisture, and making it into jerky meat.

There are also tanning of leather and making tools for various bones. The whole place is like a huge slaughterhouse, with a smell of blood everywhere. Even the Feiyun tribe couldn't help it and began to help.

It’s like an elderly farmer who never spends his whole life free time. Even if he receives it from the city community, he still can’t stay idle. He always has to be busy with something and feels comfortable.

Although Master Wen Datian had already escaped through the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he didn't care too much about such a scene. However, he didn't want to stay in this place where the smell of blood was too heavy.

He remembered that there seemed to be a mine vein nearby. After searching carefully for two days, he actually discovered it. At this place where the cow jumped off, there was really an iron ore. Although it seemed that the scale was not too large, it was not buried deep and could be excavated.

Seeing that the days were consuming here, Master Wen had an idea to spend the winter here.

When Master Wen Datian returned to Qingshan Town from Mingzhu, he had been away for more than two months.

Compared with Mingzhu's vitality and the vitality of the special zone across the bank, Qingshan Town seems dead and unchanged.

Fortunately, Wen Fei left for so long and no new news came. Slowly, things about Master Wen’s wealth fell from the storm and were no longer eye-catching.

In a small town where the tax revenue may be only a few hundred thousand a year, it is really too eye-catching to own more than ten times the property.

Fortunately, the incense in the Dazun Temple gradually became more and more prosperous. A little golden light appeared on the statue of the worship.

Although the two five-guarantee households invited were not young, they were in good spirits. They were all suitable to watch the incense, clean, cook and so on in the Taoist temple all day long!

Wen Fei thought to himself that there is no nursing home in Qingshan Town. Why not have my Dazun Temple? It doesn’t cost much anyway. However, it’s because of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, it can win the hearts of many people.

Speaking of which, this kind of thing has been done by government supervision and temples since ancient times.

"Hello Master Wen," the two invited five-guarantee households Lao Luo and Lao Li greeted each other when they saw Master Wen back.

Wen Fei nodded, but didn't see Ding Li, and asked, "Where is that boy?"

The two looked at each other and said, "We thought the Taoist priest rushed back after hearing the news. It turned out that it was not. Ding Li's leg was broken and he was hospitalized!"
Chapter completed!