I am a primitive

This person's proficiency in fancy translation is of course not as good as Mao's, but there is still no problem in communicating with older female primitives.

On the one hand, it is because this person has obtained some true biography of Mao.

On the other hand, the older female primitive people have been in contact with the Qingque tribe for a long time, and they have already become familiar with some fixed routines of expressing meaning with each other.

So after this exchange, it went relatively smoothly.

Even so, the older female primitives were a little unhappy, of course because Mao was not in Jinguan City.

She was regretting that she had not been able to have an in-depth exchange with Mao during this trip.

After the exchange was over and they stayed here for a while, the older female primitives who left behind a lot of food took their tribesmen and carried the pottery, salt and other things in exchange with their burdens. He left the Qingque tribe and headed towards their tribe.

In the past, the older female primitives would not have left so easily.

No matter how high the sun is from the ground, she will stay here for one night before leaving from Jinguan City.

Of course, on this night, some members of the Qingque tribe, such as Mao, would have long talks and in-depth exchanges with them.

Today, Mao is not here in Jinguan City, and he can't come back today, so the older female primitive people don't want to wait here any longer.

Among the people she met, Mao was the most communicative.

Since the in-depth communication with Mao, the older female primitives no longer want to communicate with other people.

To put it in a more advanced sentence, it is dull.

Or maybe the sea was too difficult for water, except Wushan is not a cloud.

Seeing the older female primitive woman walking away, Han Cheng couldn't help sniffling.

No one can replace Mao's position in the tribe!

This guy has too many strengths!

When Han Cheng was lamenting his irreplaceable position here, Mao was not idle.

He took a brand new clay pot from the back of the donkey he was pulling, and put it on top of a simple stove surrounded by several stones.

Around Mao and some other Qingque tribe trade teams, surrounded by some people from this tribe.

These people all stared at a pair of curious eyes, watching Mao and their strange movements.

After a while of this, Mao ladles out some steaming soup from a steaming earthenware pot, and hands it to the chief of the tribe, beckoning him to have some.

The leader of this tribe looked at Mao, then at the soup in the bowl in his hand, and at the pottery pot that was boiling food and exuding some food fragrance, he hesitated for a while and finally did not dare to put it to his mouth.

He had never eaten such food before.

This kind of food looks weird, and it's still hot when you hold it in your hand, so it's not very reassuring to touch...

Trade is indeed the No. 1 talent of the Qingque tribe who often leads people to trade.

There was no need for the leader of this tribe to speak, just by looking at his reaction, one could tell what was going on in his heart.

So he took the bowl from the leader of the tribe with a smile, brought it to his mouth and took a few sips, demonstrated it, and told the leader of the tribe with his own practice that these foods are edible of.

After doing this, he scooped out some soup from the clay pot again, poured it into a bowl, and handed it to the leader of the tribe.

With Mao's demonstration just now, the leader of the tribe immediately felt relieved.

He took the bowl, followed Mao's example, brought it to his mouth, blew a few breaths, and then took a sip.

The cooked soup enters the mouth, it is hot, and there are some food aromas.

Although it is different from the food I have eaten before, it is still very good and has a different feeling.

The leader of this tribe savored it carefully, then looked up at the small river that flowed in front of his tribe not far away, and then looked down at the clay pot that was burning on the fire. The leader of this tribe, Suddenly, an extremely hot light appeared in his eyes.

Because he suddenly discovered a very, very remarkable thing, and a bold idea arose in his heart.

He looked at the steaming clay pot, and then he looked at the people in his tribe who drank this new food with utensils made of the same material as himself, and this bold idea became even bolder.

“@#[email protected]^”

He spoke to Mao, and conveyed his meaning to Mao with some gestures.

Mao quickly understood what the tribal leader meant, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

In his way, he conveyed to the leader of the tribe not to panic.

Then, from the salt jar next to him, he took out some table salt that had been crushed with a stone mortar, and put it into the soup.

After stirring, he took some out of it with a spoon, and continued to let the leader of this tribe and the rest of his tribe taste it.

Trader and the rest of the trade team looked at them expectantly.

She looked very much like the little lady Pan Jinlian who boiled a decoction with arsenic and then fed Wu Dalang the medicine.

Not one, but a group of them.

Fortunately, primitive people have big hearts. If they were placed in later generations, under their gaze, few people would be able to drink the food they cooked with peace of mind...

The leader of this tribe, and everyone else, after drinking the soup that Mao personally cooked and added salt, reacted similarly to Wu Dalang who drank poison.

They all shook their bodies suddenly, but their eyes couldn't help but widen, with an expression of disbelief.

Of course, the results are different.

After drinking the medicine, Wu Dalang soon bled from his orifices and died.

But the people who drank the soup boiled by Mao became more alive and kicking.

Especially the leader of this tribe, he was unwilling to let go of Mao's hand when he stretched out his hand, and his eyes were full of longing when he looked at the clay pot and the salt.

Traders and other members of the trade team saw this scene with smiles on their faces. The first trade after they came out was about to be done!

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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.