45: Chapter 45 The Abundant Capital of the Qin Tribe

Looking at the star System where the Planet of the Dead is located from the vastness of space, it is clear that this is a very lonely star System.

A bright white star radiates scorching light, illuminating three planets of varying sizes, while a ring of broken asteroids orbits the periphery of this star System, rotating slowly.

Of these three planets, one is large and two are small; the Planet of the Dead is the big brother among them.

Except for the polar ice caps, the entire Planet of the Dead is covered in thick gray clouds; even the scorching light of the star struggles to penetrate these dense cloud layers.

However, compared to the past, the Planet of the Dead now seems to emit a faint glow, and the cloud layers have begun to thin out.

Especially in one particular location on the central continent, the gray clouds are almost pierced through, leaving only a thin layer.

Perhaps after a while longer, it will be possible to see the long-lost starry sky on the Planet of the Dead.

This glimmer of hope is situated on the side of a magnificent, gigantic mountain range, with specks of green adorning the surroundings, creating a stark contrast with the gray and black all around.

Amidst this greenery lies a rectangular area covered by various buildings; these structures have archaic designs, each with its own unique characteristics.

Outside the building complex, a straight road stretches into the distance. On the side of the road near a small river, there is a large expanse of lush green farmland exuding vitality, where several Farmers are weeding the fields, occasionally casting respectful glances at the group of people on the road.

The group of people inspecting the road are none other than Clan Chief Zhao Feng and a group of bumpkin leaders from various tribes.

Surrounded by a squad of soldiers, Zhao Feng leads the group of leaders to tour his tribe.

"Look, this is also a type of food called rice. Because of the blessing of the gods, rice can basically be harvested once a month. Just these fields before us can support at least one hundred people for a year."

Zhao Feng held back a little regarding the yield and maturation cycle; in reality, because of the System, these paddy fields ripen once every three days and can harvest nearly five hundred kilograms of rice.

"Wow!"

The group of leaders exclaimed in admiration one after another, and one of them even drooled.

Even Xiao Luo, who was acting as the translator, marveled inwardly, looking at Zhao Feng with adoring eyes. The Clan Chief is truly great!

Rice is actually only one part of the food in the Great Qin Tribe, and currently, it is only a relatively small part.

Great Qin's food consists more of various fungi and large amounts of assorted fruits and meats.

Benefiting from the power of the Planter and the System, plants grow rapidly, and small animals breed quickly; all of this has put Great Qin on a fast track to development.

The forest near the city walls is being quickly felled by lumberjacks, leaving behind a sufficient safety buffer zone.

A leader picked up an abandoned stone axe from the ground and exclaimed, "What a sharp stone tool! Great Qin must have a special method for grinding them. Could Great Qin provide these stone tools to us?"

"Of course, everyone is a friend of Great Qin. Likewise, you can first work for Great Qin to trade for stone tools and food," Zhao Feng said with a smile.

"Including these beautiful beast... clothes?" a leader asked, pointing to the clothes on the lumberjacks.

"Of course."

"Praise the powerful Great Qin, praise friendship!"

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The steady rhythmic pounding that had been sounding since early morning finally began to gradually cease. A group of workers wiped the sweat from their foreheads, looking with satisfaction at the building completed through their hard work.

The market was planned by the Shaman to be on the side of the main road running through the small city. This place will become a bustling area in the future, but for now, it is still overgrown with weeds.

The market covers an area of about ten thousand square meters. Of course, the main building is just a two-story wooden structure of over seventy square meters. The rest of the area has simply been leveled, enclosed with fences, and several simple thatched-roof warehouses have been built.

Several Farmers entered the market and changed their profession to become Merchants.

The market began to operate. Before long, several newly minted Merchants set up a few carts, but because there were no commercial tasks, they did not load or unload any goods.

After saying goodbye to the group of leaders, Zhao Feng came to the market. He rubbed an exquisite stone knife coin while his mind was immersed in the System.

The Planet Modification main System was asleep as usual, with only a green icon resembling a small sapling showing that it was charging. Judging by its appearance, it was still a long way from being fully charged.

The age of empires System resources were continuously accumulating.

Since the day of the alliance, the members of the twenty-seven tribes had become loyal workers for the Great Qin Tribe. Coupled with the super-efficiency of the Farmers in the tribe, resources had entered a period of explosive growth.

Food: 5120 units, Wood: 4872 units, Stone: 758 units, Copper Ore: 0 units.

These four items are the resources displayed directly on the interface, and they are closely related to the Rank upgrade. The next Rank is the Bronze Age, which requires 5000 units of food and wood, 2000 units of stone, and 2000 units of copper Ore.

Besides these four resources, the weapons and equipment piled up in the Blacksmith Shop also demonstrated the wealth of Great Qin.

Linen clothing (including shoes): 75 sets, Stone farming tools: 68 pieces, Stone spears: 36, Stone axes: 127...

Such material wealth made it effortless for Zhao Feng to recruit soldiers. If it weren't for the population limit of 1000 provided by houses, with the nearly 30,000 transformation points currently accumulated, he could easily recruit at least ten thousand soldiers.

Even so, Zhao Feng left a population of 200 for Farmers. Excluding the nearly 300 population currently occupied, he could still recruit at least 500 soldiers, which is a very powerful force.

Of course, for the ambitious Zhao Feng, Stone Age soldiers were still too weak. Their discipline was average, their equipment was poor, and relying entirely on melee combat was not the mainstream way. He had to find copper Ore.

The market could obtain copper Ore at a ratio of four to one, but that was not a long-term solution. The top priority was to find copper Ore.

Zhao Feng sighed and closed the System panel.

The unsatisfied Zhao Feng did not feel the abject poverty of the other tribes, but at least the Sha Tribe, which had already exchanged labor for basic production tools, could still feel the wealth of Great Qin.

"Heavens! What is this!" Sha Da, the Clan Chief of the Sha Tribe, held a grayish-white piece of pottery gingerly, exclaiming in disbelief.

The civilization level of the indigenous tribes on the Planet of the Dead is not high, roughly at the Middle Stage of the Paleolithic Age. These humanoid creatures can only simply manufacture stone tools and cannot even grind them finely.

Seeing these pottery items now, they were naturally filled with immense wonder.

"Brother, trade... stuff... how much?" Sha Da asked the Merchant in front of him in broken, non-standard Mandarin.

The Merchant was expressionless. "Not much, one hundred units of wood or fifty units of stone."

One unit is about one hundred kilograms. This price is considered quite unscrupulous; originally, Zhao Feng felt quite embarrassed about setting this price.

"Deal! Leave it... I, wait... I trade!" Sha Da put down the pottery jar reluctantly and said in a firm, stuttering tone.

"Beautiful! Leave it, I, trade!" In another part of the market, another Clan Chief happily swallowed the sweet bitter pill; these peculiar animal skins were just too beautiful.

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Bang... bang, bang...

Everywhere there were workers diligently felling trees—humans, rabbit-people, and all sorts of strange, intelligent creatures.

Snap! Another stone axe broke.

Even with Great Qin's exquisite grinding technique, there is no guarantee that a hard yet brittle stone axe can fell a large tree intact.

The worker picked up another brand-new stone axe and continued felling trees. Only after trimming the branches of the tall trees could they be delivered to the Great Qin Tribe.

The road extending to the foot of the mountain had been one-third completed through the hard work of the laborers. It is expected that within the next week, this road will be able to support the passage of wheelbarrows, bringing a large amount of stone to the tribe.

The watchtower that had begun construction at the quarry a step earlier was almost finished, with a squad of soldiers responsible for guarding it. Stone began to arrive at the tribe intermittently, adding bricks and tiles to the tribe's construction.

"Clan Chief! Good news, good news!" Zhao Feng, who had been daydreaming, saw the Shaman running over shakily from afar. He was truly afraid that he might accidentally trip and mess up his snow-white, neat beard.