Chapter 185 The Free Salt

Facts have proved that primitive people are full-fledged foodies. Except for Han Cheng who tasted a little bit of such a big pot of haggis soup, the people of the Qingque tribe didn't touch it. There is nothing left to eat!

There are still a few guys here, while clutching their stomachs, they stick out their tongues and lick the bowl in their hands. It’s not a big deal after licking their own, and they ask for the bowl used by their companions to continue licking. , Don't stop until it's clean as if it's been washed with water, and I'm not afraid to push myself to death.

Han Cheng turned his head away, and couldn't bear to look at it again. If he looked at it again, he was worried that he would not be able to restrain the urge to hit someone.

These bowls have to be put away by themselves!

Anyone in the Qingque tribe who dares to eat like this or eat with these bowls must be kicked!

The leaders of the sheep tribe and the green tribe held a small pot each, unwilling to let go.

This little jar contains pure white salt.

At the beginning, they didn't dare to touch them with their hands, fearing that they would melt like snow. After hesitating for a while, they tentatively touched them with their hands.

The leader of the Green Tribe took his hand out of the jar and looked at the snow-like thing inside the jar with an excited expression, as if seeing bowls of steaming delicious food.

Although the salt on the inner surface of the jar had been discolored by his unwashed hands, in his eyes, the charm of these things did not diminish at all.

"Salt!"

He repeated the name he had just learned from the tribal leader. Although he felt it was a bit awkward, he didn't have too many other thoughts, after all, he had never come into contact with it before.

"Salt!"

The leader of the sheep tribe looked at the snow-white thing in the jar in his hand, and couldn't help repeating it.

Hearing the words of the leaders of the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe sounded awkward, Han Cheng held back his smile, well, he led two tribes away again.

In fact, the Mandarin they can speak is not only the salt they have just learned, but also the words 'pots, pottery, jars'.

They are all new things from the Qingque tribe.

The leaders of the sheep tribe and the green tribe felt a little apprehensive, but they refused to put down the jar of salt in their hands.

They are worried because the salt in their hands is too precious. When cooking the soup, they only need to put some on it, and the soup will become extra delicious.

In their view, pottery is precious enough, but salt is packed in pottery, and its preciousness can be imagined.

Thinking about the many things they spent in exchange for pottery, facing this precious salt at this time, they will naturally feel uneasy.

It is obviously impossible to just let them give up the salt.

The biggest reason they traded for pottery was the delicious, nostalgic broth, and after learning that salt is what makes soup delicious, they certainly wouldn't give it up.

"Salt!"

After a while of silence, the leader of the sheep tribe pointed to a lamb being skinned, shook his two fingers, patted the jar of salt in his hand, and said aloud.

It means to exchange two lambs for a pot of salt.

In his opinion, this jar of salt is definitely more valuable than the two lambs that are common in their tribe.

Worried that the senior brother would increase the price, after telling the exchange, he immediately took out three bowls and a clay pot from the pottery they exchanged before, and pushed it in front of the senior senior brother.

This is what he had exchanged for two lambs earlier.

Han Cheng, who had been watching the development of things not far away, couldn't help sniffling after seeing the behavior of the leader of the sheep tribe.

Three bowls and one pottery pot are very precious to the sheep tribe, but to the Qingque tribe, the difference between two lambs is too much! After all, the Qingque tribe had already popularized pottery.

The leader of the Green tribe looked at the three clay bowls and one clay pot brought out by the leader of the Sheep tribe, and then looked at the only clay jar and two large clay pots in his own tribe. He was full of entanglements for a while.

Just as they were about to get someone to bring them the spikes of grass and fur that they hid some distance away from the Qingque tribe, the eldest brother spoke.

After seeing that the sheep tribe was going to exchange two lambs for a jar of salt, he wanted to agree very much.

It’s okay for the sheep tribe to have no sheep for the time being, you can take the salt back first, and bring the lamb when he comes next time.

Just thinking of what Shenzi said to him quietly before, he still dismissed this very tempting thought, although he still hasn't figured out what Shenzi's intention is.

The eldest brother squatted down, shook his head and pushed back the clay pot and bowl that the leader of the sheep tribe had pushed in front of him.

The leader of the sheep tribe was a little bit disappointed seeing this, and the two lambs really couldn't do it.

He hesitated for a moment, and was about to bring three more bowls over, but he might as well be held back by the elder brother.

In his puzzled eyes, the elder brother waved his hands again and again and said: "#%￥Don't%..."

After figuring out what the elder brother meant, the leaders of the sheep tribe and the green tribe widened their eyes again, looking very surprised and unbelievable.

"￥x-on:ÿC..."

They looked at the elder brother, and then at the salt shaker in their hands, to confirm what they asked.

"￥D is..."

The elder brother nodded vigorously while speaking, and in order to convey his meaning more clearly, he also beat his chest vigorously.

Although when conveying this meaning, six skinned lambs appeared in his mind, suddenly revived, and then ran away without a trace...

The leaders of the Sheep Tribe and the Green Tribe suddenly became all smiles, and the two of them embraced the senior brother one by one, and put their foreheads on the senior senior brother's shoulders.

After learning that it was the Son of God's intention to give them their precious salt for free, the two came to salute the young but extremely generous Son of God sincerely, and paid homage to the shaman by the way.

After eating and drinking enough and mixing a jar of salt each, Yang and the leader of the Lv Er tribe happily left with their tribesmen and the pottery they exchanged.

The big vat that had just been cleaned by the Green Tribe was burnt black again, but they obviously didn't care about this matter, and rejected the suggestion of the Green Bird Tribe to clean the inside of the vat with water, and the two of them carried it away quickly.

There is delicious broth in the tank, and they are reluctant to wash it off...

After reaching a place where the Qingque tribe could not see, the two tribes separated and headed in the direction of their respective tribes.

Han Cheng climbed up the low wall along the wooden ladder until he could no longer see the two tribes before coming down from the low wall with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Son of God..."

As soon as he got down, Wu and the elder brother surrounded him, asking questions about his doubts.

They were puzzled by Shenzi's insistence on giving free salt to the two tribes.

Before there were many people and the time was tight, the Son of God didn't make it clear, now it's time to clear up the confusion.