Chapter 738: Tribal Alliance, Sound Shakes the Tiles!
The Green Sparrow Tribe became lively and bustling—this was the result of representatives from various tribes arriving at the Green Sparrow Tribe, traveling alongside the Green Sparrow Tribe’s trade caravan.
Among these people, some had visited the Green Sparrow Tribe before, such as the Bear Tribe, who once captured a national treasure and sent it to the Green Sparrow Tribe.
However, most of them had never been to the Green Sparrow Tribe.
Regardless of whether they had come before or it was their first time, without exception, all showed expressions as if they were stunned by an overwhelming dream.
Although these people had already heard from the trade caravan about the Green Sparrow Tribe’s wealth and strength to some extent, and had imagined what the Green Sparrow Tribe might look like more than once,
Only upon arrival did they realize that the Green Sparrow Tribe’s wealth and power far exceeded their limited imaginations.
Seeing the amazement on these people’s faces, the Green Sparrow Tribe’s residents felt delighted, especially when thinking of the many precious items hidden away under the orders of the Divine Child; their satisfaction deepened even more.
Their tribe had already hidden some of their valuable treasures; just what remained was enough to astonish these unworldly visitors—how could they not feel pleased?
After this stunning visual impact, a delicious and free meal was served. The representatives from the various tribes instantly felt the substantial goodwill emanating from the Green Sparrow Tribe.
The previous worries caused by witnessing the Green Sparrow Tribe’s strength and wealth were all swept away by the plentiful and tasty food.
This tribe might be powerful, but they were also kind-hearted and approachable.
Well, when it comes to food lovers, the charm of food is just that strong.
Having witnessed the Green Sparrow Tribe’s power and felt their goodwill, the next step was to deliver another speech about the evil and strength of the Semi-Farming Tribe.
After arriving at the Green Sparrow Tribe, Han Cheng was able to gather more victims from the Sheep Tribe to accuse the Semi-Farming Tribe of their crimes publicly.
After eating and drinking well and watching the scene, all who came felt outraged by the Semi-Farming Tribe’s cruelty and wicked deeds.
Standing aside, Han the Great Divine Child saw that the time was ripe and took the stage. He looked at the representatives of various tribes and said, “The Semi-Farming Tribe is too evil. They have already harmed the Sheep Tribe. Who knows which tribe they will attack next?
With such an evil tribe around, we cannot hunt or gather fruit in peace. They will steal the food we work hard to obtain, and our people will be killed…”
Han Cheng spoke at a moderate pace, needing to accommodate Mao, who was translating simultaneously with exaggerated hand gestures.
Han Cheng didn’t know how much of what he said was accurately translated or distorted.
But judging from the reactions of those around, Mao’s translation was perfect.
“So, we must defeat them!”
Han Cheng finished with emphasis, fiercely shaking his fist to stress his determination.
After this speech, those in the Green Sparrow Tribe who had long wanted to fight the Semi-Farming Tribe were stirred to passionate excitement.
After Han Cheng’s words fell, the warmonger named Shang first imitated Han Cheng, shaking his fist and yelling loudly.
His action immediately gave the others a vent for their passionate feelings.
So the rest followed Shang’s lead, shaking their fists and shouting repeatedly.
The representatives from other tribes who had come looked at the Green Sparrow Tribe members’ appearance with suspicion and uncertainty.
However, after learning from Mao the meaning of the shouting, their emotions were thoroughly stirred, and one by one they also became excited.
They imitated the Green Sparrow Tribe people, vigorously shaking their fists and shouting in stilted Mandarin, “Defeat them!”
A tile from the roof fell, smashing on the ground amid the crowd’s roaring cheers.
Shi Tou, who was shaking his fist and shouting along with everyone, lowered his head to look at the broken tile at his feet, then looked up at the roof and quietly stepped aside…
As the person responsible for writing the “diary” of the Green Sparrow Tribe, Shi Tou naturally did not miss this grand event where representatives from other tribes gathered to hold an alliance meeting to discuss the evil Semi-Farming Tribe.
Not only did he not miss it, but he also carefully recorded it.
During his writing, he also recorded the incident of the tile falling from the roof.
Later on, through the retellings and summaries of future generations, the idiom “sound shakes the tiles” was born…
After repeatedly making a downward pressing motion with his hand five times, the tribe finally quieted down.
Looking at these full-of-fighting-spirit people, Han Cheng felt a small pride welling up deep in his heart.
He was a damn genius at giving speeches!
Just a few sentences, and he had not only stirred up his tribe but also those from other tribes into shouting wildly. This could even rival Yunlong Brother from the Independent Regiment!
Just as Han the Great Divine Child was basking in his glory, someone timidly spoke up.
Han Cheng recognized this person; he was one of those who had helped bring the Panda here.
Han Cheng smiled and gestured for Mao to translate; he was eager to know what this slow-reacting fellow said.
Of course, even without Mao’s translation, Han Cheng could guess the meaning—probably praising his brilliance.
“He said, if we attack the Semi-Farming Tribe now, what about the food for the winter?”
Han the Great Divine Child, with a modest and calm smile, suddenly froze.
Was this a good slap in the face?
At such an exciting moment, instead of thinking about how to crush the Semi-Farming Tribe, why must you be such a buzzkill?
Don’t you have a conscience?
The atmosphere turned somewhat awkward.
Han Cheng wanted to make a grand gesture and boldly say, “We’ll cover all your losses,” but the words rolled around in his mouth and never came out.
After all, there were quite a few tribes present—twenty-one in total. Providing compensation food would be a large sum. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel✦fire.net
It’s easy to be generous with others’ resources, but hard when it’s your own.
Han Cheng felt he had been corrupted by that guy Shaman.
Back in the day, he was generous and magnanimous, known in the underworld as the “generous little Mengchang,” yet now, after just a few years in the primitive age, he was so stingy over some food.
Indeed, “you are who you associate with.”
Han the Great Divine Child sighed deeply as he pondered this.
“Then let’s wait until after the snowfall to attack the evil Semi-Farming Tribe. At that time, each of your tribes will send ten strong men to our tribe…”