I am a primitive

Looking down at the exquisite pottery placed at the feet, the witch of the Red Tiger tribe raised her head after hesitating for a while.

"@#￥￥%!"

She said aloud, and pointed to the hunchbacked primitive people who had left and walked a certain distance.

The male primitive man standing not far from her couldn't help but froze when he heard the witch's words.

But for what the witch said, he still obeyed very much, without asking any questions, he chased after the hunchbacked primitive people who had already left.

"@#3#!"

He shouted as he ran.

Hearing the shout from behind, the hunchbacked primitive man stopped in doubt and turned to look back.

Seeing this, the man quickened his pace and came running.

"@##@3..."

He came to the hunchbacked primitive people and said.

A moment later, the hunchbacked primitive man led the ox, took the people in the tribe, and the things he had just exchanged from the Red Tiger Tribe, and stood in front of the Red Tiger Tribe witch again.

With doubts and apprehensions, he waited for this scary-looking witch to speak and give instructions.

The witch kept looking back and forth at the exquisite pottery placed on the ground, as well as the cows led by the hunchbacked primitive people, the food they brought, and so on, but she didn't speak.

The hunchbacked primitive man's heart skipped a beat when he saw such a thing, because he felt that the witch wanted to go back on his word and didn't want to make deals with them anymore.

"@##*%..."

During such tense waiting, Miko finally spoke.

The hunchbacked primitive let out a long sigh of relief, but luckily she didn't want to repent!

But not long after this feeling lasted, it was gone.

The witch did not regret this exchange, but she told the hunchbacked primitive man that she would no longer need to exchange precious pottery from the mysterious Qingque tribe.

They Red Tiger Tribe will not exchange things for these precious pottery in the future, what they have now is enough...

The hunchbacked primitive man led the oxen, led the people in the tribe, bid farewell to the witch again, set off from the Red Tiger Tribe, and returned to their own tribe.

However, compared with not long ago, the hunchbacked primitive man's mood has become less pleasant.

These days, he has tasted the sweetness from this exchange.

Now, the maiden of the Red Tiger Tribe has said this and made the decision not to accept the precious pottery from the Qingque Tribe. You will get a lot less food!

After all, in the exchange between the two tribes, exquisite pottery has always occupied the bulk.

Not long ago, he was still very happy about the harvest of his tribe these days, but now that he has done the calculations like this, he is suddenly not happy.

The good days have only just begun, why are they about to end?

The hunchbacked primitive man thought so regretfully.

If there is any way to solve this matter and let the Red Tiger Tribe continue to accept such an exchange, it would be great.

In this way, the tribe can continue to exchange enough food for the tribe through such things.

The hunchbacked primitive thought, and then heaved a long sigh.

It's impossible to think about such a thing.

After all, these pottery from the Qingque tribe are already very, very exquisite, the most exquisite among similar things he has seen, how could there be something more exquisite than these pottery?

He himself didn't believe it.

Thinking of this in his heart, the hunchbacked primitive man couldn't help sighing again.

Tell the wise priest about this matter after you go back. The priest is very wise, maybe he will have some way to solve it.

Of course, I think so. In fact, the hunchbacked primitive man does not have much hope for this. After all, this matter is different from other matters, and it cannot be solved by relying on wisdom alone...

In the Red Tiger Tribe, after the hunchback primitives left, the pottery exchanged this time was once again moved into the room where the witch lived.

But it wasn't the priestess of the Red Tiger tribe who did it, but the rest of the tribe.

The witches of the Red Tiger tribe have basically reached the point where they can do nothing if they can't do it.

Looking at the numerous pottery in the house, the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe were fascinated and joyful in their eyes.

Of course, this is under the premise of not remembering that in order to obtain these pottery, the tribe has paid a lot of food and prey.

As long as they think of the food their own tribe has paid for these things, especially those big and delicious prey, the witches of the Red Tiger Tribe feel a little pained.

Fortunately, from now on, my tribe no longer needs to use food and other things in exchange for this pottery.

Otherwise, if it continues, the remaining food of the tribe will have to be exhausted.

The maiden of the Red Tiger Tribe thought so, feeling grateful for her wise decision.

From now on, your own tribe only needs to exchange for some delicious salt from that tribe.

Just exchanging salt does not require much food.

Of course, exchanging the salt produced by the Qingque tribe does not cost much food, because in the Red Tiger tribe, only witches and a few people with relatively high status in the tribe are eligible to eat the food from the Qingque tribe. Delicious table salt obtained in exchange.

The rest of the Red Tiger tribe still eat the saline soil with soil and small grains of sand produced by their own tribe.

Thinking about these things in their hearts, the Red Tiger Tribe with some smiles on their faces sighed again.

Because the delicious salt exchanged in the tribe is gone, and for a while in the future, I will have to eat the bad-tasting salt produced by my tribe again.

Such a thing, just thinking about it makes people feel uncomfortable.

I really don't know how the mysterious Qingque tribe got rid of the soil and small stones in the salt, and made the salt so clean.

My tribe has eaten salt for so long, and the first time I saw such delicious salt from the Qingque tribe, I let the people in the tribe try to get all these things out of the salt.

As a result, until now, this matter has not progressed at all.

Could it be that the gap between my own tribe and that green sparrow that just appeared is so big?

Thinking of this, the witch of the Red Tiger Tribe couldn't help feeling a little melancholy...

Han Cheng didn't know the melancholy of the leader of the Red Tiger Tribe and the decisions she had made.