Chief don't slap in the face

"Two? That's the cost!"

Xia Ye coughed: "At least ten knives, don't think it's too expensive, there's still a discount!"

"It costs your head, how much are those broken sugar canes worth?"

Xia Lingyue rolled her eyes: "Stop making trouble, to be serious, ten knives worth a hundred catties of grain, who can afford it except nobles?"

"It was sold to noble people!"

Xia Ye had already thought about it: "Our ancient brown sugar is the only one in the world. After passing this village, this shop will disappear."

"Too!"

Xia Lingyue brushed her long hair behind her ears. The brown sugar production was too small to satisfy the entire noble class, so whoever could afford it would eat it.

"This business can only be done once, so you can make enough money once!"

Xia Ye would never sell brown sugar if it wasn't for the imminent blood survival trial and the need for a lot of money to buy equipment.

In this post-stone age, force is the guarantee of everything. As for Xia Ye, a second-level body refiner, no matter how many good things he makes, he can't keep it.

"We're not going back, we'll just live here!"

Xia Lingyue obviously thought of the same question, why did my younger brother make so many unique things in the world, but some of them didn't even dare to use them secretly, because they were worried about being robbed.

"impossible!"

Xia Ye sighed, not to mention how to survive the four-year wild beast tide, what if others found this peach blossom garden?Besides, do you want to be a savage all your life?Even if I can bear it, what about future generations?Not to mention that I have to take revenge on the Xia family and King Zhao.

"This trial is an opportunity. Once the tribe is established, we will develop the economy as soon as possible and gather more people. When we have a strong force, we will be free. Whoever comes to snatch it will be destroyed!"

In this world, the civilization is broken, and the inheritance of knowledge is broken, but Xia Ye is different. Although he is only a college student, he still has no problem with his self-confidence when he beats these natives.

"Yeah, it's better to fight to the death without fear than to live in a meager way!"

In Xia Lingyue's frail body, there is also a heart of iron and blood. This is the characteristic of this era, and her life is earned by herself.

"When I have money, I will buy you a top-quality exercise first, your realm is really too bad!"

Xia Lingyue sighed, if it wasn't for his younger brother's blood being sacrificed by King Zhao and suffering from constant illnesses year after year, with his talent, he would be able to develop powerful skills even with ordinary kung fu.

"You're done, I'll make a snack to celebrate!"

Xia Ye doesn't have that kind of extravagant hope, all he can buy is garbage, if he wants the best quality, he might as well go to Fengjing ruins to pick up waste and try his luck.

In this era, clans and tribes were the mainstay of settlement. Clans were small and tribes were large. If tribe members all had the same surname, the leader was called the patriarch, and if it was a community with several surnames mixed, he was called the chief.

The Blood Survival Trial is Xia Ye's only chance to leave the tribe in an open and honest manner, otherwise he will become a refugee.

In the Xia Clan, even if he lives in a slum, he is at least a commoner. If the Xia Clan patriarch executes him without a reasonable reason, it will make people's hearts flutter. After all, no one wants to be killed because of a nobleman's moodiness.

If in other tribes, refugees are equal to slaves, no one cares if a refugee with a different surname dies!

To put it bluntly, this is the status of the class. The common people of the Xia clan live in poverty, but at least they still have a poor sense of security to talk about!

"By the way, at the bottom of the row of wooden barrels in the storage room, which is fifth from right to left, there is a little gift I left for you. Go and see for yourself."

Xia Ye sold a small pass and walked into the bamboo forest.

Chapter 8 This is the magic of sugar!

The warm sun in early spring is naturally better with candied haws!

Randomly felled a few bamboos, made bamboo sticks with a stone knife, and washed them for later use. Xia Ye went into the kitchen and took out a small bag of red beans collected in autumn.

Make a fire, add water, and sugar!

When the red beans are boiled until they are rotten and gradually turn into porridge, a scent will fill the nose.

"What do you want to do?"

With a roar, Xia Lingyue rushed in with a basket in her arms, and threw it in front of Xia Ye with a bang.

Whoa!

The bamboo slips piled up inside spilled out.

"Ok?"

In this post-lithic age, paper has not yet been born, so the records are all carved on bamboo slips with stone knives, which is quite troublesome.

"Are you leaving a last word?"

Xia Lingyue stared at Xia Ye firmly, but the girl who was always weak burst out a strong breath at this moment: "Don't quibble!"

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye tilted his head. He is just a weak chicken at the second level of body training. There must be people who want to go to the Fengjing ruins to fight wildly. Then there will be fights and fights. He can't guarantee that he can survive to the end, so he takes time to think Chinese knowledge has recorded that even if she dies, her sister can live well by relying on them.

"I don't want these!"

Xia Lingyue roared, picked up the basket, and threw it directly into the stove.

Whoa!

A large number of bamboo slips were smashed into the red-hot charcoal, splashing countless firefly-like sparks, followed by crackling and burning.

"what are you doing?"

Xia Ye was in a hurry, picked up the fire stick and planned to pick it out.

"Xia Ye, listen to me!"

Xia Lingyue pulled her brother fiercely: "I won't allow you to die, even if you go to hell, you have to climb back for me!"

Xia Ye was very upset that his good intentions were ignored, but looking at Xia Lingyue's red eyes, seeing the tears continuously pouring out and scratching his cheeks, he suddenly understood.

"This family can only be called a home with you!"

Xia Lingyue sobbed, and hugged Xia Ye tightly: "No matter what time it is, you must work hard to live and work hard to come back, I will always wait for you!"

"Well, alive!"

Xia Ye hugged Xia Lingyue, he could feel that this soft body was full of concern for himself, so a smile could not help but overflow from the corner of his mouth.

"Woooooo!"

Xia Lingyue sobbed softly. After finding out those bamboo slips, she saw the records of knowledge that the world had never had before. She was surprised and excited at first, admiring her brother's unconstrained mind and ocean-like talent, but gradually , her face became pale.