I am a primitive

For such a person, even if he is not a member of this tribe, the hunchbacked primitive man is also full of reverence, and while revering, he also has some fear.

After waiting like this for a while, the person who had entered the gorgeous cave came out again.

Without empty hands, he holds two precious pottery in his arms.

He walked out of the door and walked outside for a further distance before he put the pottery in his arms on the ground, then turned back and continued to carry the pottery out of the gorgeous cave.

When he entered again, he still folded his hands on top of his head as before, and leaned forward slightly to salute.

“#￥[email protected]!”

Under the watchful eyes of the hunchbacked primitive man, this man came in and out many times, and brought out a lot of pottery and delicious salt soil from it.

After putting these things together, the man turned to look at the hunchbacked primitive man and they shouted.

Hearing this man's shout, the hunchbacked primitive people dared to walk towards this open space.

Walking to this piece of pottery, the hunchbacked primitive people stopped and put the food on the ground on themselves and the livestock, and then exchanged it.

The exchange is often done by both parties, and they are already familiar with it, so they don't need to pay much attention. Under the joint witness and operation of both parties, this exchange did not take too long to complete.

The hunchbacked primitive people had more pottery and edible salt soil in front of them, and the food they carried belonged to this powerful tribe.

"@#4%%..."

The man looked at the hunchbacked primitive man and the others, and opened his mouth in confusion.

After the exchange in the past, the hunchbacked primitive people would pack up the pottery, salt soil and other things they exchanged, but this time it was uncharacteristically.

They didn't clean up, but stood here looking a little hesitant.

And the gaze of the hunched primitive man was still looking at the place where the witches of their tribe lived.

"@￥Y..."

Hearing the question from the man in front of him, the hunchbacked primitive man hurriedly opened his mouth. He meant that he wanted to show the witch how much food they could get in exchange for the two good things.

After figuring out what the hunchbacked primitive man meant, the man couldn't help laughing.

Precious things?

In exchange for food?

No matter how precious this thing is, can it be more precious than the things of our own tribe?

But the smile on his face only lasted for a short time before disappearing, replaced by a smile of extreme disbelief.

His eyes were fixed on the exquisite pottery held by the hunchbacked primitive man.

It turns out that there really are things more precious than the pottery of our own tribe!

He took this precious pottery in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while, then walked towards that gorgeous house full of excitement and caution...

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In the luxurious room with several pieces of pottery fixed on the roof, a female primitive woman who looked older than the priest of the hunchback primitive tribe sat on a cushion woven from piles of straw.

She looks very old, not only has layers of wrinkles on her face, but also many age spots on it.

Around her neck hung a string of beads, some of which were made of pottery, some of copper, some of stone, some of bone...

Although the material is different, the size is basically the same.

These beads are not particularly round, but each one is very smooth and shiny.

Especially the few copper beads, even if there is no sunlight shining on them, they still give people a shiny feeling.

This is the result of wearing it close to the body all the year round, and the old woman primitive people are always touching it with their hands.

Well, this kind of behavior and the result can be summed up in two words—disk it!

The size of the beads is not small, and the size of the string of beads naturally looks not small.

However, hanging such a large string of beads around the neck of this old primitive man will not make people feel that the old primitive man is thin and small, but it will give people a feeling of complementing each other.

This is mainly due to the fact that this primitive woman is not small in size and has a lot of flesh on her body. Although she is already old, she still has a whole body of flesh. When she sits there, her tonnage is not small.

According to the eyes of people of this era, this old primitive woman should be extremely beautiful, but no one would think that this old primitive woman is beautiful.

This is not because the aesthetics of people in this era have changed, but because she has no nose.

Where the nose should have been, not only did it not protrude, but it sank a little, leaving only two black holes.

This makes her look very ugly, and some people will feel fearful because of it.

This is what the priestesses of this tribe must go through.

If you want to become a priestess in the tribe, you must cut off your nose.

Moreover, people who become witches cannot be like other primitive females, get into the grass with male primitives, and cannot give birth to their own children.

I don't know when this tradition was passed down, and the people in the tribe don't know the intention.

However, they still passed down such rules, and strictly followed them, no one dared to surpass them.

This old-looking fat maiden was sitting here, gently stroking the bead string hanging around her neck with one hand, with an intriguing smile on her face.

Although she is old, her ears are very good, and she can hear the conversations outside.

It was precisely because she heard the conversation outside that she showed such an expression.

More fine pottery?

More exquisite pottery than the pottery of your own tribe?

How is this possible!

Your own tribe is the most powerful.

The pottery of my own tribe looks so perfect, how could there be more exquisite pottery than the pottery of my own tribe?

People out there who say things like this are just too stupid.

Thinking this way in her heart, she was about to tell the people in her tribe to ignore them.

As a result, the man from his own tribe had already walked in, holding a small piece of pottery carefully in his hand.