Chapter 979 The Qingque Tribe Selling Fakes (2 in 1)

The sky looked a bit gloomy, there was no sun in the sky, only some clouds were swimming.

In such weather, a Qingque flag was blown out.

Mao, Xiong Youpi and the others set off with smiles on their faces, left from the first tribe they encountered after they came out, and headed for the rest of the place.

Of course their smiles are very bright, because of this exchange, they have gained a lot.

This tribe has never eaten salt or used pottery before. After Mao's operation, it can be regarded as a real experience of the deliciousness of salt and the usefulness of pottery.

So this trip they got a lot of food from this tribe.

The ratio of exchanging things is not 30 to 1 when trading with older primitive people, but 60 to 1.

Some people in the trade team didn't seem to understand this change very much, and felt that there was some element of deception in it.

He expressed this idea to Mao.

For a trade expert like Mao, who has been influenced by Han Cheng, the black-hearted son of God, there will be no pressure to explain such a problem.

He told this person that he did this because he and others had worked hard during the process.

For example, at this current time, if I and others do not bring salt and other things to do this, I and others can still stay in the tribe and do many other things.

In other words, in order to transport the salt and pottery to this tribe, I and others spent a lot of time and did a lot of other things.

Under such circumstances, if the older female primitives are replaced with the rest of the tribes according to the replacement ratio, their own tribe will suffer, and the loss will not be small.

If this tribe, like the older female primitives, came to Jinguan City for replacement with food and other things, it would be the same as the older female primitives.

After being said by Mao, not only this person, but many people in the team showed a thoughtful expression.

After a while like this, people showed signs of enlightenment one after another.

They hadn't thought about this before.

Now that Mao said this, they thought about it again, and it seemed to be true.

Everyone looked at Mao with admiration in their eyes. After all, he could figure out such a question.

Looking at the eyes of everyone, Mao felt that it was very useful, but he waved his hands again and again, telling everyone that this matter was not something he figured out, but the Son of God told him. If the Son of God did not tell him, he would not know about it. Things are so clear.

Everyone showed a clear look, and at the same time, they also admired and flew towards the Son of God who lived in Jinguan City.

The Son of God is indeed the Son of God!

Still the same wisdom as before, many things can be considered, and a truth can be said.

In this way, opportunity cost appeared in the primitive era in advance.

In fact, this thing has always existed, it's just that other people didn't notice it before, or didn't say it clearly.

The leader of the Chicken Leg tribe stood outside the cave of the tribe, watching Mao and the others leave with reluctance and some excitement in his eyes.

The so-called chicken leg tribe was the tribe Mao and the others saw for the first time when they went out this time.

The reason for giving them such a name is because the leader of this tribe prefers to eat chicken legs.

Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to be chicken legs, and some are birds that look more like chickens.

At this time, the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe was still holding a clay pot in his arms.

The clay pot has been boiled, and the outside is stained with a lot of black ash.

For these, the leader of the chicken leg tribe didn't care, he still hugged it tightly in his arms.

Under his gaze, Mao and the others walked further and further away.

When Mao and the others were completely gone, only the tribal leader with his hands and the black drumsticks on his stomach immediately showed a smile on his face.

"￥￥!"

He spoke loudly with a smile on his face, and holding the largest pottery pot exchanged from the Qingque Tribe trade team in both hands, he walked towards the small river.

The other two people with higher prestige in the tribe also carried the other two clay pots exchanged from the Qingque tribe, and followed their leader to Xiaohe.

After a while, several people holding clay pots returned from the small river, and set three clay pots filled with water, like Mao and others, on the stones around the fire, and boiled them with fire.

The leader of the chicken leg tribe, under the watchful eyes of everyone, took out a bird that looked more like a chicken, and smashed it into pieces with a stone knife.

Then put it separately into three clay pots and start cooking.

Then I put a little bit of salt into it with great care.

Then the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe, together with the members of the Chicken Leg Tribe, waited expectantly.

Looking forward to the birth of delicious food.

After a while of this, the food is cooked and the Drumsticks take turns drinking this delicious fresh food.

This kind of delicious food does not taste as delicious as that made by the magical tribe named 'Qingque', but it is still very good to eat.

Today, the leader of the chicken leg tribe is extraordinarily generous.

He patted his chest and said to the people in the tribe that the people in the tribe can eat as much food as they want, eat as much as they want, and eat as much as they want!

The leader of the chicken leg tribe is generous, and everyone in the chicken leg tribe has become very heroic because of this.

The crowd drank with joy, and jar after jar of water was transported from the small river by them, heated on the fire, and drank into their stomachs.

And the meat in the jar is still the same.

After eating and drinking, the people of the chicken leg tribe finished their meal. The leader of the chicken leg tribe took a boiled chicken leg with little meat left, and gnawed it carefully.

In the end, even the bones were simply chewed and eaten, and there was no waste at all.

The leader of the chicken leg tribe looked at the overfed tribe with a bright smile on his face.

His eyes fell on the three pots again, the smile on his face became more intense, and he paid more attention to these things.

This is really a good thing!

Before today, he had never imagined that a big bird that could not eat enough by himself in the past could feed everyone in the tribe, and it was the kind that was so full!

The rest of the Drumstick Tribe stroked the bloated belly with their hands, and looked at the three clay pots more eagerly than the leader of the Drumstick Tribe.

Before that, many of them were in a state of not having enough to eat all year round.

As for food support, that is an extremely extravagant dream.

Even many people dare not even think about it!

But now, such a thing that was never dared to be realized before has been realized, and it has been realized by everyone in the tribe!

Under such circumstances, how can they not value these three things?

Some people even wanted to kowtow to the pot.

According to the past practice in the tribe, after eating food in the morning, the people in the tribe will go out to hunt and gather wild vegetables.

Prepare food for the days ahead.

But today, because of the pots and the salt, everything is different.

"￥!"

The leader of the chicken leg tribe stroked his belly for a while, then looked up lazily at the cloudy sky outside, and spoke to the people in the tribe.

What he meant was that the tribe would not go hunting today, and would just rest near the cave.

While talking about these things, he pointed to the three pots.

If it was the past, after the leader announced such news to them, many people in the tribe would feel uneasy.

This is not because they like labor so much, but because the food in the tribe is limited. If there is no food for a long time, many people in the tribe are very likely to be hungry.

But now, everything is different!

They have novelty utensils, and they only need a small amount of food to feed everyone in the tribe!

Especially for some people, after standing here in the cave and watching the slowly flowing river, they put their hearts in their stomachs.

As long as the water in the creek doesn't dry up, they won't be hungry!

As for the water in the creek, when will it dry up...

This is obviously impossible!

As a result, the people of the chicken leg tribe lived a very leisurely life.

The leader of the chicken leg tribe was lying on a mat made of hay, lying obliquely on the ground, guarding not far from the clay pot, with a smile on his face.

Most of the rest of the chicken leg tribe also made the same choice as their leader, lying lazily on the grass, enjoying the leisure time.

The minors in the tribe kept running around around the tribe's cave, very happy.

The whole Drumstick tribe was enveloped in this kind of lightheartedness and leisure, and everyone was very happy.

They sincerely thanked the magical tribe named 'Qingque'.

If it wasn't for them, how could I and others live such a beautiful life...

The leader of the chicken leg tribe stood up from where he was sleeping and walked out of the cave.

A moment later, there was a white and bright water column falling from the sky and falling to the ground.

Not only the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe, but also the rest of the Chicken Leg Tribe ran out of the cave when they had nothing to do, and the game was just as convenient.

This kind of miraculous tool can make people feel full, which is very good, but it is too troublesome to keep people running to the toilet.

"Gululu..."

"Gululu..."

Outside the chicken leg tribe's cave, there was a series of sounds one after another.

The leader of the chicken leg tribe looked up at the sun in the sky, and then reached out to touch his flat stomach. After struggling like this for a while, he finally made a decision to continue making food.

It's really good to make food with this kind of thing, and it's easy to fill people up.

I became impatient and became hungry again. I felt that it hadn't been too long since I ate, and I was hungry again.

Fortunately, there is a lot of water in the tribal river, so you can eat whatever you want.

The leader of the chicken leg tribe, thinking happily, put the clay pot filled with water on the simple shelf around the fire.

Then start happily waiting with the rest of the tribe for the delicious food to be cooked.

After a while, outside the cave of the chicken leg tribe, there was laughter and laughter again, and pots of delicious hot soup were poured into the stomachs of the chicken leg tribe.

Then everyone started a leisurely life here with happy faces...

four days later...

The leader of the thin and disfigured chicken leg tribe, with the same thin and disfigured chicken leg tribe, set off from the tribe's cave and walked towards the hunting place in the past, holding weapons and looking very weak.

The making of this move also announced the shattering of their good wishes of relying on a few pots, a little food, and the endless river water to eat enough every day.

People from the Drumstick Tribe don't even dare to look at those rivers now.

Just looking at it makes me feel sick, and when I walk, my stomach is dangling, which is extremely uncomfortable.

"￥3..."

The leader of the Drumstick tribe seemed a little aggrieved as he walked and muttered.

He's cursing the Green Sparrow Tribe who sold them fakes.

This tribe is really hateful!

To let them use so much food in exchange for such a thing! It's really disgusting!

Amidst the curses of the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe, the four members of the Chicken Leg Tribe who were leading the way for Mao and the others from the Qingque Tribe had bid farewell to Mao and the others, left the neighboring tribe, and walked towards their own tribe.

There are smiles on their faces.

On the one hand, it was because, after completing such a thing, they got some extremely precious things from the mysterious Qingque tribe.

On the other hand, it is because they have eaten a lot of delicious food during the past few days walking with the Qingque tribe!

After the members of the chicken leg tribe left, Mao with a smile on his face took a clay pot from the donkey's back and began to cook the food very skillfully...

Jinguan City is still busy here.

With the busyness of the people, more than half of the foundations of the outer wall have been built and fired into pottery.

Standing on the edge of the rice field, Han Cheng would look west from time to time, and after looking for a while, he would sigh a few times, appearing a little anxious.

He was anxious because the Nest Tribe did not come.

Judging from the frequency of Nest tribes coming before, they should have come again seven or eight days ago.

However, until now they have not come.

This change made Han Cheng a little anxious.

After all, this time, he has put in all his energy and wants to earn a lot more from the Red Tiger Tribe.

Now that the Nest Tribe who is acting as a middleman can't come, these ideas of his can only be some ideas.

Of course, in addition to this, there is another reason. Through the exchange with the Nest tribe, Jinguan City can get a lot of food here, which greatly relieves the pressure of food shortage here...