Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Qiao Xin is not afraid of society. In her previous life, she was the captain of an adventure team, and she was in charge of more than a dozen people. She was very comfortable with this kind of communication, and she made a polite gesture of invitation, "Hello, chief of the Qinhe tribe, Please take a seat."

Qin Tian was frightened by what he saw, heard and the posture just now, and his attitude became more respectful. He put his hands on his chest, bowed and sat down solemnly.

The Qinhe tribe lives near the river, but they live in low animal skin tents. The best house for the Qingdu tribe, which they have good relations with, is a natural cave where the leader lives.

It was completely different from the spacious caves and elaborate tables and stools we saw at this time.

Everyone knew that the Qinhe tribe went out to exchange for salt, but no one mentioned it.

They are all thinking about how to maximize their profits.

Qin Tian looked at the three people who were calm and composed opposite him, and glanced towards him with his peripheral vision. The longer the time passed, the more obvious the anxiety and impatience on their faces became.

Qin Tian sighed inwardly, "Dear Chinese witches, I am very grateful to your tribe for your help, which prevented us from losing our lives. You must also know that we are from the shark clan and are good at weaving yarns. You can also see the yarns we brought. Here we are, I wonder if your tribe is interested?"

Qin Tian took the initiative to open up the conversation, and Lu Yao stopped talking about Qiao and nodded, "I saw it, but I'm not interested." Once the summer is over, the short autumn will soon enter the half-year-long autumn. In winter, animal hides and meat are what they need most.

Qin Tian's heart skipped a beat. This Chinese tribe was not interested in something that the Beast Temple wanted even if it destroyed their race! He began to feel a little unsure in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.

"Do you need the animal skins?" In the end, Qin Tian could only place his hope on the animal skins he brought.

Soon the animal skins were carried in intact by the people from the Huaxia tribe. Qin Tian saw that the animal skins had not been lost and had not been touched, and he was even more unsure about the background of the Huaxia tribe.

Lang Rui looked at these Qinhe tribe members who basically showed all their emotions on their faces, and said calmly, "Open the animal skin and take a look. Only after you look at it will you know if you need it."

The several hides behind Qin Tian quickly opened the neatly tied hides.

The animal skins inside were clearly not land animal skins at a glance. Each one was smooth and bright, especially one package, which was pure white and holy. The whole package was more than ten meters long when spread out, and it was covered with mysterious lines.

When Qiao Xin saw these animal skins, she tugged at Lang Rui's animal skin skirt.

Lang Rui stretched out his hand to cover it and held her hand in his.

When Lu Yao saw this piece of skin, his eyes just moved. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Lang Rui was not moved at all. He touched his beard, picked up the cup, and took a sip of sugar water.

Qin Tian tremblingly looked at the three people above who were unmoved at all, and said with difficulty, "These are the skins of river fish and sea fish. They have been tanned by our shark race. They are soft and warm. They are very good animal skins."

Lang Rui nodded, "Although these fish skins look very thin, our tribe has added many new cubs this year, and the soft skins can be used by them. Tell me, how much salt do you want to exchange?"

Qin Tian relaxed when he saw Lang Rui. Even though their best animal skins were only used by the other party for their cubs, it didn't stop him from arguing, "I'll exchange ten baskets of your salt."

The ivy basket of the Chinese tribe was half a person tall. When he said this amount, Qin Tian's face turned red and he felt like he was opening his mouth.

But thinking of the tribesmen who would die without salt, Qin Tian gritted his teeth and forced himself to look directly at the young clan leader with sarcasm in his eyes.

Lang Rui's well-joined and slender fingers tapped gently on the wooden table. With each tap, Qin Tian felt that it was tapping on his heart, and the toughness just now seemed to be slipping away.

Qin Qiao tugged on Qin Tian's animal skin skirt, wanting to remind his father to lower the quantity again.

Qin Tian ignored them directly. As the leader of the clan, he had never traveled far away. They had always exchanged salt with the Qing Dou tribe, but since the Qing Dou tribe lost contact with them during the flood, he had no choice but to come out.

Qin Tian has no experience in dealing with other tribes, but in order to strive for the best interests of his tribe, he must endure it.

Seeing that any further pressure would be counterproductive, Lang Rui gave up as soon as he could, "You should know that you want too much."

Qin Tian's face turned redder, still hot, and he was completely ashamed.

Lang Rui seemed unable to see his embarrassment, "A basket of salt is exchanged for these animal skins, and a basket is exchanged for that piece of yarn. This is a friendly price. The piece of yarn is not worth the price here. Maybe you can exchange for something else. .”

Qin Tian pursed his lips, "For example?" He thought of something, but he didn't dare to say it directly.

Lang Rui raised his eyelids and glanced at Qin Tian lightly, "For example, the technique of weaving yarn?"

Qin Tian's heart skipped a beat, and the tribesmen behind him jumped out, "Impossible, you can't use the yarn weaving skills of our tribe at all."

"Yes, this is the blood power of our sharks. Even if foreigners know about it, it will be useless."

Qin Tian coughed hard several times to stop them from continuing. The tribe members still had too little experience, so how could they carelessly reveal the secrets of the tribe.

Although he knew that they were sharks, Qin Tian felt that the Chinese people in the land abandoned by the beast god might not know that the sharks had blood power, but now that it was revealed, Qin Tian seemed to have been drained of his energy and spirit.

Lang Rui's doubts were confirmed. He squeezed Qiao Xin's fingers, as if telling her, did you hear it? It’s not that I don’t want to replace it, it’s that I can’t use it even if I replace it.

Qiao Xin was unwilling to give in, "Do you use any tools for weaving?"

At this point, Qin Tian knew that there was nothing he could do to save the situation, "No, we are using the power of our own blood to weave a plant into this shape."

Qiao Xin nodded. Without using tools, there would be no way to imitate it. "Then can you make the yarn opaque?"

Qin Tian thought for a moment, looked at each other and nodded, "Okay."

Ordinary tribesmen can weave opaque fabrics, which they usually use to make robes. But this time, in order to avoid being too conspicuous when going out, they only transformed into animal skin skirts to cover people's eyes and ears.

This kind of translucent yarn can only be woven by tribesmen with strong bloodline, and they can weave one piece a year; for opaque yarn, any tribesman can weave it, and they can weave one piece a month.

Lang Rui: "You go back and bring this opaque yarn over to exchange for salt. A hundred pieces of it will be exchanged for a basket of salt."

Qin Tian had veins popping out on his forehead. Although a tribesman could weave one piece a month, the price wouldn't be so cheap! He calculated the amount of salt used by the entire tribe, held out five fingers and said, "Fifty horses for one basket of salt!"

Lang Rui: "Deal."