I am a primitive

Trade's eloquence is still very good.

This seems like nonsense.

As the number one fancy translator of the Qingque tribe, it would be strange if his eloquence was poor.

Following Mao's narration, things gradually appeared before Han Cheng's eyes.

Because Mao's narration is very layered, it sounds like a picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of your eyes——

The time is pushed forward a little, and the location is changed to an unknown tribe.

"@##￥!"

A relatively strong male primitive, talking loudly.

He held a wooden stick with seven or eight spikes in his hand. The wooden stick was very thick and looked extremely hard.

In his other hand, he held a clay pot, which contained salt.

In front of him gathered most of the adults in the tribe.

After seeing the two things he raised in his hand and hearing what he shouted, the people who gathered here suddenly became extremely excited.

"@#WER!"

"@#W!"

They shouted loudly and responded with great joy and eagerness.

Seeing the reactions of these people in the tribe, this seemingly strong male primitive became even more excited.

He raised the weapon in his hand and the clay pot containing the salt higher, and once again yelled loudly at the people in front of him, like howling like ghosts and wolves.

However, such shouts, when heard by the rest of the people present, possessed some other magical powers.

They were already crazy and excited, but now they became even more excited, obviously over the top.

They all howled loudly and waved their weapons vigorously. Some of them clenched their hands into fists and beat their chests vigorously to show their strength and confidence.

"@#[-]!"

A moment later, the male primitive man who was clearly the leader howled loudly again, and pointed the spiked weapon in his hand in one direction.

Then he took the lead in walking in that direction.

The rest of the people who had been fully mobilized, after receiving his order, also started to act one after another, followed him, and headed in that direction.

Not long ago, those mysterious people who left their tribe left in this direction!

I walk a lot at night, and there are always ghosts.

Just like the Qingque tribe trade team led by Bimao.

In the long-term trade, although the vast majority of tribes are willing to exchange food for salt and pottery carried by the Qingque tribe's trade team, and are willing to abide by some special regulations that do not require people to make special decisions, the vast majority Everyone can understand and accept fair rules with primitive meaning. However, after experiencing such things a lot, it is always possible to encounter some people and tribes who are unwilling to abide by the rules and have other ideas.

The tribe in front of me, led by the leader, is advancing rapidly forward with weapons and excitement, is an outstanding representative of them.

Because the tribe in front of me has a desire to do something bad to the Qingque tribe, and for the convenience of writing and reading, it is called a non-tribe for the time being.

The leader of the non-tribe once again raised the wooden stick weapon with wooden spikes in his hand.

For leading the people in the tribe, the leaders of the non-tribe did not have the slightest resistance or uneasiness in their hearts

Such things, in his opinion, are almost a matter of course-who let those mysterious people have so many good things, and they don't look very powerful?

Isn't this just for them to grab it?

Of course, at the very beginning, the leaders of the non-tribes didn't think about bringing people to snatch the mysterious Qingque tribe.

At that time, he was completely overwhelmed by the magic of pottery and the deliciousness of salt, and all his mind was immersed in these two new things.

That is to say, in such a mood, he agreed to the conditions of the dark-looking man who was good at communicating with others, and exchanged the food stored in the tribe for the exquisite pottery from their hands. And salt that can make food extremely delicious.

From the beginning of the exchange to the departure of the Qingque Tribe trade team, he was still immersed in the joy of getting these two artifacts, and he didn't come back to his senses.

When they were hungry and needed food, the leader of the non-tribe was a little confused when he saw the food that had disappeared in the cave.

After being stunned for a while, the leader of the non-tribe made the decision to catch up with the Qingque tribe who left the tribe and take everything back to his tribe.

The non-tribe is a relatively large tribe. In the area where they live, they belong to the existence that can crush other tribes.

Coupled with the newly formed trade team of the Qingque Tribe, the number of people who came this time is not particularly large, so it is easy to make the already inflated non-tribe arouse some thoughts that should not be there.

When Feitribe and the others seized the time to catch up, Mao and the others were leading the animals and carrying things forward, just like in the past.

Amidst the vigilance, there was some relaxation.

After all, at this time now, they have already opened up the situation, and the things they brought with them this time have already been exchanged.

After these hours of training, most of them are new members of the trade team formed by newcomers. They are basically familiar with these, and many things have become handy.

After some unknowingly chasing by the Qingque Tribe trade team, the leader of the non-tribe, with all the non-tribe members holding back their energy, chased after them.

The Qingque tribe carried a lot of supplies, plus there were deer and donkeys that needed to stop to graze, and they were chased by mental calculations without intention.

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"Woooooo!"

"Woooooo!"

There are no white dogs.

In particular, the members of the trade team who followed the trade team, and the dogs running outside were specially selected. They were all big, fierce and clever.

This level of screening may not have been possible in the past few years, but now there is no pressure to do it.

After all, the base number of dogs in the tribe is stored here, and the last batch is processed every year.

Under such circumstances, the quality of dogs in the tribe can naturally improve.

Hearing the warning sounds of these dogs in the team, Mao, Xiong Youer and the others immediately became vigilant.

Everyone quickly took off the weapons they carried, and moved closer to the center, looking around, quickly searching for the source of the movement.

Similar things have been encountered by people in the team more than once along the way.