Ancient wasteland

Every year during the wind season, the Dahe Tribe will hold a grand trade fair, and many tribes rush to participate, except for exchanging salt with the Dahe Tribe.

For some tribes that are strong and overall relatively wealthy, they can exchange the remaining supplies and prey obtained from hunting around the Great River Tribe.

Therefore, the venue of the trade fair was very lively, with crowds crowded and looking at each other, a bit like the night market that Jing Zhu once visited.

But it’s much more chaotic than the night market. After all, the Dahe Tribe didn’t set up a special booth, and they just stood there wherever it was convenient.

All kinds of animal bones and skins are piled up in a mess, which is even more messy than an uncleaned sacrificial cave, and some tribes' stalls are still next to each other.

The closer it gets, the more crowded it becomes, and there is no place to stay at all. Jing Que was still in high spirits and wanted to go in for a stroll.

Halfway there, I was stopped by the messy ground and the faint smell inside, and turned around to walk in the opposite direction of their tribe.

Ye Ye followed him to protect him, and if he couldn't continue walking in, he turned his head and followed him silently.

There are fewer people and booths on the outside, and the air is less oppressive and unpleasant. Jing Que leaned against Ye Ye and whispered, "I won't come here again."

He didn't want to come, Ye Ye naturally agreed, "In the future, let Feng Heshan lead the team and come to Dahe Tribe to exchange salt."

Jing Qu frowned slightly, "It would be great if we could find salt mines near our tribe, so we don't have to exchange salt with the Dahe tribe.

You don't need to be controlled by others, you can also establish a market in the tribe, and the economic center can develop rapidly. There are so many good things in our tribe.

There is no need to worry about not being able to develop. If it weren't for the small stream near the tribe, which is a very reliable source of water, I would have wanted to migrate at the beginning.

Find a location with a salt mine, and settle down the tribe to develop... Hey, is this a pumpkin? "

On the booth just in front of them, there are two orange cylindrical objects.

The one on the left is short and fat, a bit like a low log pier, and the one on the right is slightly elongated, looking a bit like a cylindrical pillow.

They are not small in size, the chunky one is more than half a meter in diameter, and the pillow-shaped one is about a meter long.

Seeing that it looked familiar, Jing Qu squatted down and reached out to touch the round surface, which felt relatively soft.

It is the feeling that the pumpkin is a bit rotten after it is ripe. If it is really a pumpkin, the rot starts from the inside, and it feels like this on the outside.

The inside must have been rotten and there is no way to eat it.

After touching the round one, he wanted to see the cylindrical one, but the stall owner yelled, "Hey, which tribe are you from, can you change it?

Don't touch it if you don't want to change it. What if the sweet fruit is damaged by you? How can we exchange it? ! "

Jing Qu smiled and stood up, "You sweet fruit itself has rotted, but the outer skin is good, and you still take it out to exchange.

It’s not kind of you to do this, there is no reason to take out the fruit that has gone bad, which tribe do you belong to? ! "

The stall owner suddenly changed his expression and shouted loudly, "Who said our sweet fruit is broken, you can go without changing it, don't block us from changing things!"

Seeing Jing Qu standing still, he exchanged glances with the people next to him, and rushed out aggressively with a stone ax in his hand, "Are you going or not?!

Hurry up, don't leave yet, I'll let you see how powerful our Green Grass Tribe is! "

After speaking, he gestured in front of Jing Que with a stone ax in his hand, making a threatening look, "Get out!"

Jing Qu smiled softly, "I want to exchange this sweet fruit with you..."

The man stared at him with a savage expression, waved the stone ax in his hand, and shouted loudly, "I won't give you the sweet fruit in exchange, so get out!"

Jing Que looked at the stone ax in his hand, and sighed softly, "I really don't want to change it, the insides of your sweet fruits are rotten, if you don't change them to me.

But no one will change with you, why don't you think again. "

The warrior of the Green Grass Tribe blushed, raised his stone ax fiercely and slashed at him, "Let you say that our sweet fruit is rotten.

Let you talk nonsense again, I will kill you... Uh. "

The stone ax did not fall on Jing Que, but was stopped by Ye stretching out his hand halfway, holding the polished and not sharp stone ax tightly, with a calm and indifferent expression.

Seeing that he swung the stone ax and was followed by others, the warriors of the Qingcao Tribe suddenly widened their eyes, "You... what level of warrior are you?!"

His slashing movement exhausted all his strength, even if it was a moo beast with rough skin and rough flesh, he could create a wound.

To be caught by someone? !Or catch it with one hand? !

Is this a human, or a humanoid monster? !

The soldier stared wide-eyed, grabbed the wooden handle of the stone axe, and tried hard to pull the stone ax back, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the stone axe.

A sense of fear rose uncontrollably in my heart, and then I looked at Xiangye with fear and fear in my eyes, "Which tribe do you belong to?"

Jing Qu slightly smiled, "So it's easy to discuss things, don't always shout and kill, Nuo, do you want to exchange Tianguo for us now?"

The warriors of the Qingcao Tribe had secretly tried their best to pull the stone ax back, but their faces were flushed red, but the stone ax did not move at all.

I probably know that I have encountered a hard bone, I am afraid I will not be able to gnaw it off, so don't bounce your teeth again,

Hearing Jing Que's question, he nodded quickly, "Change, let's change, both of these sweet fruits, just give me two barrels of salt rocks."

Jing Que confirmed with a smile, "One barrel, the inside of the sweet fruit has been rotten, and there are very few edible parts. I just want to taste it."

The man wanted to turn his back on him, but the weapon was still in his hands, and he couldn't draw it no matter what. His strength was inferior to others, so he could only admit that he was cowardly, "That's a barrel."

Jing Qu nodded with a smile, "Okay, Ye, let him go."

Ye silently let go of his fingers, and the man was still secretly pulling back the stone ax vigorously. As soon as Ye let go, he tugged on the stone ax and fell backwards.

With a "slap", he fell on his back and landed on the round pumpkin. The rotten pumpkin was directly crushed into a cake.

The pumpkin flesh mixed with the juice splashed all over the ground, mixed with the soil on the ground, the yellow color looked disgusting, and there was a rotten smell.

Jing Que folded his arms and smiled, "I said your sweet fruit is broken, but you still have to argue with me, saying it's not broken, and you still want to do it with me.

Look at your sweet fruit, doesn't it look like it's broken..."

When the people from the surrounding tribes saw the yellow pulp all over the floor, they all showed disgust, "Bah! Fortunately, I didn't change it with them!"

"How shameless the Green Grass Tribe is to take out the bad fruit and exchange it for something!"

"Yes, yes, I will not exchange things with them in the future."

"The fur of their tribe is the same. They used to be able to get good ones, but then they gradually deteriorated. They are all broken skins! It's not warm at all."

"You still trade fur with the Green Grass Tribe, the fur of the Dashan Tribe is nice and warm."

"Yes, I heard that the daughter of the chief of the Dahe Tribe likes the fur of the Dashan Tribe the most!"

"Then I will change with the Dashan tribe in the future, not with them, bah!"

Jing Que smiled, it seemed that they had made a mistake this time and robbed Qingcao Tribe's business.

In fact, their tribe also has broken skins. After dyeing, they are stitched together with twine to form a complete one. The price is slightly lower when they are exchanged, and two animal skins can be exchanged.

It's a special deal...it's very popular, after all, the color, softness, and warmth are the same, but it doesn't look so smooth.

It doesn't affect the clothes at all, after all, local tyrants like Langmei and Huyue are rare, but there are many people who want to trade their fur, after all, they look good.

However, there is a limit on the number of fur in their tribe. After all, in Jing Zhu's view, the purpose of hunting wild animals in their tribe is to survive.

Enough meat to eat, enough fur to keep them warm, and not let wild animals threaten their lives is enough.

As the tribe's population grows, he will gradually promote farming and animal husbandry, and regularly clean up the wild animals within the tribe to prevent them from causing harm.

Instead of making profits by constantly hunting wild beasts, after all, no matter how many wild beasts there are, there will be a day when the hunting is over, and there will be a shortage of food at that time.

Especially when a large number of fighters gather, hunting becomes easier. Although it is a bit worrying to think about this now, the general direction is right.

If he could find cotton to keep warm, Jing Qu would still be willing to sleep with cotton batting and a quilt, and spend the cold season in cotton-padded clothes.

Fortunately, there were no pumpkin seeds in the rotten part of the round pumpkin. Otherwise, Jing Zhu would feel distressed and walked back with half of the unrotten pumpkin in his arms.

Half of the two round pumpkins were rotten, and the long one was still intact. They were carrying it in Yeye's hand, and the two of them walked slowly and leisurely.

Wandering around, Jing Que found a plant similar to oats, yellow and withered ears of oats, which can be eaten, but taste bitter like coptis.

After a little hesitation, he gave up the idea of ​​taking it back for planting, and continued to move forward. Someone exchanged a sweet root for something, and he changed the root to taste.

It's just ordinary thatched grass roots, not particularly sweet. He thought that if he could find plants with a sugar content similar to beets, he had to grow them.

I didn't come across any good things when I went shopping, most of them were fur, salt stones and various meats. After wandering around, Jing Zhu went back with a pumpkin in his arms.

Jing Zhu was already very satisfied with being able to harvest ripe pumpkin seeds at the rally, and was in a happy mood, so he couldn't help but want to hum a ditty.

As a result, Xiao Qu didn't have time to hum, and was almost hit by a person running towards him, so he quickly avoided it, when the person staggered away from them.

In Jing Que's mind, the flames flashed, and he shouted in a strange way, "Ye, catch him!"

Ye Ye has always been obedient to his words, and arrests people with his own hands without saying a word.

The man still resisted, and Ye grabbed his wrist and took off his arm. The pain was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't even run.

Jing Que looked at Ye from the side, dumbfounded, "This trick...I mean grabbing people and removing their arms, who taught you?!"

Ye held him back and looked at him calmly, "I found out when I was fighting with Shan, and I tore Shan's arm off like this.

Shan's arm just won't work. I'll put him back after he admits defeat, and he can move freely. Did this guy bump into you? "

Jing Que was a little dumbfounded, and he didn't know what words to use to express the shock Ye had brought him.

In other words, relying on hand-to-hand combat with Shan, not only did he develop a fighting method to remove his arms, but he even learned how to put them back together? !

This made him feel like he was crushed by his IQ. You must know that less than half a year ago, the way of fighting in the tribe was purely based on strength!

It's only been half a year, and it's only just shown that I'm pregnant with a child.

Is your evolution rate too fast? !

Seeing that his face was full of astonishment, Ye Ye frowned slightly, "Jing... are you okay, are you injured?"

Jing Que came back to his senses, sighed and shook his head, "I'm not hurt, I just think you are really amazing!"

Ye Ye looked at him and smiled a little, "Jing is also very good, you know a lot of things, you are the best."

Jing Que shook his head, "No, no, it's different. You are really good. I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants. It's not me who is good."

Ye frowned slightly, "What is a giant?"

Jing Que, "...uh, let's talk about this later."

As he spoke, he looked at the person who almost bumped into him just now. He was tall, muscular, dark-skinned, with colorful patterns painted on his face.

Bei Ye removed his arm and pressed him to the ground, still struggling slightly, "Do you know who I am?! How dare you grab me!"

Jing Que, "...everything has been caught, does it matter who you are?"

Slightly closer, fingers on the colorful flowers on his face, gently scraping off some powder, and slowly crushing it on the fingers.

Sent it to his nose and smelled it carefully, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, motioning for Ye to take his arm back, showing a gentle smile.

"What did you use to draw these patterns on your face?"

With two "clicks", Ye took his arm back, and the man groaned, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Staring at Jing Que fiercely, "Why should I tell you?"

Jing Qu looked at him with a smile, "I'll exchange with you, what do you want, if you don't want anything..."

He motioned him to look at Ye standing next to him, with a threatening face.

The man was visibly apprehensive of Ye who twisted off his arm, and shouted loudly, "I'm from the Great River Tribe!

If you dare to touch me again, the priest will not exchange salt for you. "

Jing Que didn't want to offend the Dahe Tribe for the time being, so he hurriedly apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry, sorry, this is all a misunderstanding, how about this.

You tell me what these patterns on the face are painted with, and I will give our tribe the best black pot to polish, look, it’s like that. "

This location is not far from their tribal camp, and you can see the clay pot hanging on the fire.

Seeing the clay pot, the man's colorfully painted face showed some surprise, "Are you really willing to trade a black pot with me?!"

Jing Zhu nodded, "Of course, you come with me."

He took the people to the tribe's camp and put down the pumpkin in his arms, "Feng, bring him a black pot."

Feng took out a clay pot from the frame, "Give it to him now."

Jing Que looked at the person who came, "Tell me what you used to draw these patterns on your face, and I will give you this pot."

The red and green all over his face could not hide the ecstasy on his face, swallowing his saliva, "It's the black stone that was exchanged with the Black Mountain Tribe, and it grows on the stone.

But keep your word, I told you, you have to give me the pot! "

Montenegrin tribe.

It's convenient, anyway, they have to go to the Black Mountain Tribe to exchange coal, Jing Zhuo smiled happily, and nodded towards the wind.

"Give him the blame."

Feng handed over the black pot, and the man took it, fearing that their words would not count, he turned around and ran faster than a rabbit.

Jing Que sat down in front of the fire, smiled and talked to Feng, "Cut open the pumpkin, take out the pumpkin seeds inside, dry them, and take them back to plant."

Feng carried the pumpkin to work, Ye sat next to him, and asked a little curiously, "What is that thing on that man's face?"

It must be a good thing, worthy of being exchanged for a clay pot...it must be a very, very good thing.

Jing Yu couldn't help but smile and curled his lips, "The green ones are patina, and the red ones are rust."

It is said that the man from the Dahe Tribe ran back to the tribe, and he took the clay pot to offer treasures to the priest, and the Dahe Tribe priest looked at the black pot in his hand.

The brows were frowned, "You are talking about the sacrificial scenes of the Dashan Tribe, and I specifically asked what you used to paint these patterns on your face?!"

The man nodded quickly, "That's right! Just for asking this, he exchanged this scapegoat with me!"

The priest of the Dahe Tribe bowed his head and raised his eyebrows thinking, "I see, you go back first, leave the scapegoat behind, and I will reward you."

The man immediately smiled, "Good priest."

After the man went out, the priest looked at the black pot in front of him, and whispered to Hu Meng next to him, "This black pot was made by the Dashan Tribe.

It is even better than the ones made by the Tutribes, but unfortunately the Tutribes are unwilling to reveal the method, and the identity of the sacrificial scene in the Dashantribe is unknown.

There is also the beast-shaped warrior named Ye, who is said to have knocked down Xiongshi from the Dashi tribe with one punch, and is very powerful.

It should be that the super tribe came out to practice. Since we choose to live in the mountain tribe, we can't touch the mountain tribe for the time being.

Continue to ask about the production method of the tribe... In addition, what do you think is the purpose of those patterns in that scene. "

Hu fiercely gnawed at the barbecue, "I guess I want to make colored furs. Their tribal furs are all colored. Don't you like it too?"

The priest frowned tightly, "I hope so, but I always feel...something is wrong."

Humeng sneered, "What's wrong, since they belong to a super tribe, they have to go back sooner or later, can they see our area?!"