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The Fenghuang tribe wants to go out to exchange, and the other tribes also have to come out to exchange.

The Dachanghe tribe has migrated to the east bank for so long, and they have traded with the Jiaoxi tribe and the Zhuantu tribe. The linen used by the Jiaoxi tribe is used by their own tribe, but a large part of the sugar cubes that the Zhuandu tribe bought is traded. to other tribes.

The poisonous needle worm pulp is as precious as liquid gold, and the sugar cube, which is almost as sweet as it, is also of extraordinary status.

Relying on the meat, animal skins, and firewood exchanged for sugar cubes, the Zhuantu people had a fairly comfortable winter. No, spring has not been long, and there are still scattered ice floes on the river. They have already carried a The paint paste saved in winter went to the Dachanghe tribe.

Because Dabai specially went to the Zhuantu tribe to change the black paint paste in winter, and the Zhuantu tribe knew that this color of paint was liked by the wise men of the Dachanghe tribe, so they specially prepared a lot.

Looking at the stone jars carried by the tribesmen, Botu's eyes flickered with light. These colored paints can be exchanged for a lot of sugar cubes. When the time comes to trade the sugar cubes with other tribes, those tribes that are greedy for sugar cubes will Send them piles of meat.

Botu led the tribe to the Dachanghe tribe, but after walking for a while, the tribe in front of the road suddenly got out of the soil in a hurry, "Botu is not good!"

Bo Tu patted his head, "I'm fine!"

"Really!" The clansman who reported the message pointed not far away, "Look, there are several exchange teams coming over there."

Botu climbed up a short tree and looked over there. Sure enough, he saw several exchange teams. Most of them carried the newly hunted beasts and animal skins and bones. Looking at the direction, they knew that they were going to the Dachanghe tribe to exchange. of.

It's worth it!

Bo Tu immediately led his clansmen and rushed towards the exchange teams aggressively, "What are you doing!"

A leader of the exchange team rolled his eyes at Botu, "Of course it is an exchange. You Zhuantu tribe can exchange from the Dachanghe tribe to Fangtang, can't we?"

Speaking of this, several exchange teams were a little upset. What was the Drilling Tribe on the plain before?Nothing!But after exchanging sugar cubes from the Dachanghe tribe, Xianyu turned around. Several medium-sized tribes took great care of them in order to get sugar cubes.

The Zhuantu tribe exchanged a large pile of sugar cubes with the back armor paint that no one wanted on the ground, and then exchanged it with them at an unimaginably high price, which is simply too much!

The few tribes that smashed countless animal meat and animal skins on the Zhuantu people are looking forward to the thawing of the road in the spring, so that they can go to the Dachanghe tribe to exchange.

There are not a few tribes who think like this, especially the few tribes that have exchanged with the Zhuantu people, which is called a deep resentment.

It doesn't make sense that they can't compare to the Zantu people!

There are countless tribes big and small on the Great Plains. Those who want to exchange sugar cubes, those who want to exchange linen, and those who simply want to visit the Dachanghe tribe, the exchange teams along the way head towards the Dachanghe tribe in small groups.

The exchange team that arrived first converged to the Dachanghe Clan. The patrolling Silver Wolf Clan saw that they were carrying supplies on their backs, and their attitude was very correct, so they basically put them in.

The trading square built in autumn has finally played its role. Several strong bulls led the exchange team to the square.

There were not many teams in the first batch, only three or four teams, and there were not many exchange teams, each team only looked like five or six people.

Several exchange teams that have a good relationship with the Zhuantu tribe all gathered next to Botu.

"The Dachanghe Clan is really different. Not to mention anything else, I have never seen this place and that tall thing before."

Bo Tu somewhat disliked the person who spoke, "I have no experience, it is not a tall thing, it is a house, it is the den of the Dachanghe people."

"Ah?" The people around the circle widened their eyes in surprise, "It's such a beautiful place, it's actually a den to live in? Doesn't it mean that if you live in it, you don't want to come out to hunt?"

Botu rolled his eyes, "There are a lot of good things from the Dachanghe Clan."

A group of exchange teams gathered together, kept touching the ground, and even rolled on it a few times. They had never seen such a flat ground, flatter than the flattest stone.

After touching the green brick floor enough, the few people who have a good relationship with the Zhuantu tribe still leaned in front of Botu, "Hey, tell us that the Dachanghe tribe has some..."

A few people were looking forward to it, but who knew that Botu seemed to have seen something, suddenly his spirit was shaken, he shook off them and went up to a tall orc,

"Big black!"

Dahei brought a golden pot, and seeing that it was thin soil, he nodded to him, "You came early."

"It must be early." Botu saw a disabled orc carrying a big bag of things behind him, and immediately went to help him, "What are you doing?"

The handicapped orc was missing a piece of his foot, and it was really inconvenient to move. Botu offered her hand to help, but she didn't refuse, "Cook porridge, boil potatoes, the wise man said, cook them first for you to taste."

"Is it exchanged like this?" After trading so many times, Zhuantu has never seen this kind of transaction. He doesn't need to exchange anything, but give them a portion first.

Dahei put the big golden pot on the stone stove that had been prepared earlier, "Our corn and potatoes taste so good, I want to eat it for the second time after eating it for the first time, so I'm afraid you won't change it?"

Botu recalled the taste of the corn that he had eaten before. Among other things, the aroma of rice was attractive enough, "It seems to be so."

The other exchange teams have never been detained for labor like Botu, so naturally they have no way of knowing the taste of corn. Hearing Dahei's confident and proud words, he felt a little disapproving.

Hey, after eating it once, I want to eat it for the second time. These things look like the fruit of a certain plant. How can a plant taste delicious like meat? They won't eat it the first time and think about it for the second time.

However, this idea has not persisted for half an hour before it began to falter.

As soon as the water boiled and the aroma of rice rose, some people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The handicapped clansman was the chef in the cafeteria, and his cooking skills were [-] times better than ordinary orcs. Seeing that the corn was almost cooked, she immediately shredded the potatoes and stirred them out.

After the potatoes were ready, the chef brought out a large pot of shredded pork that had been marinated to remove the fishy smell, "Our wise men said that you came here on the first day, and you are guests from afar, so we cooked potato porridge with shredded pork on the first day, and only white porridge afterwards." gone."

As she said that, she poured the shredded meat down, stirred it with a big wooden spoon, and the meat was quickly cooked by the hot thick porridge, and an irresistible aroma hooked all the tribesmen who came to exchange and straightened their necks.

Seeing that the meat porridge was almost done, Dahei took out another pile of bowls made of bamboo, and filled a small bowl for each exchange tribe member.

The bowl made of bamboo is only the size of a fist, and even half a bowl of porridge is even less. After a day's driving, most of the clansmen who were so hungry that their chests were stuck to their backs were gone in one bite.

"Well!"

"Good drink!"

"What kind of plant is this fruit! How can it be so delicious!"

The time is short, and the corn is not particularly soft and glutinous, but the porridge is mixed with the starch in the potatoes, and it becomes very thick, and there are enough shredded pork, which is full of happiness when you bite into it.

"Why does this shredded pork taste different from the meat I ate before!"

An orc was very surprised, and wanted to grab the shredded meat to see what kind of meat it was, but Bo Tu quickly held it down.

"Trust me, if you still want to exchange things with the Great River Clan, don't put your hands or other things in the bowl."

He had done this kind of thing before when he ate shredded pork porridge for the first time, and he was almost disgusted by the silver wolf who brought him food.

This porridge is made for the exchange team to taste, not for them to be full. The porridge is only a little, no matter how cherish it, it will be gone after a few sips.

Dahei pretended not to see the group of people licking their bowls, and waited until the sound of sucking stopped, and then let a few barbarians push up a large amount of linen, corn, potatoes and sugar cubes to start trading.

In the autumn, Qi Su's explosive natural power was too strong. There are still countless corn and potatoes piled up in the tribe, and the tribe can't eat them. Therefore, the prices of these two things are the cheapest. For three servings of corn or potatoes.

As for the price of colorless linen and sugar cubes, they are much more expensive, especially cube sugar, and ordinary orcs may not be able to replace one piece after hunting for ten days and half a month.

Of course, this kind of price is only for meat. If you exchange it for other things, such as the carapace paint of the Zhuantu tribe, or the sand bell tree of the Jiaoxi tribe, it will be much easier to exchange.

The exchange team who came to the exchange almost lost their tongues after drinking porridge. When they heard the price, they immediately swarmed up to exchange.

"I want to change!"

"Change, change!"

A tall and strong man with a black face squeezed in front of Dahei immediately, "All the meat I brought will be exchanged for corn!"

The other female orc, who was slightly thinner but extremely flexible, twisted her waist and squeezed the man away, "You're stupid, just exchange it for corn!"

Speaking of which, the female orc greeted Dahei, "From the Dachanghe tribe, our meat is more delicious than theirs. Let's exchange half corn and half potatoes!"

Dahei smiled, and greeted a few bull orcs to line up, and exchange them in order, so as not to let them swarm.

Dahei greeted the general exchange team, and the chef orc next to him called Botu, "Take your clansmen and follow me."

Ordinary exchange can be done in the square, and the exchange of back armor paint is in the two rows of large ring-shaped rooms at the back.

Zhuantu was entertained by Zhuri, and as soon as Botu brought a few Zhuantu people in, he smelled a strong smell.

"my God……"

Shrugging their noses day by day, after a winter of fermentation, these Zhuantu people stink even more.

Faced with this pile of smells, I really can't exchange them, so I simply gave them flower soap, burned enough hot water with flint, and forced all the people of the Tutu tribe to take a good wash.

Everyone is rough-skinned and thick-skinned, and there is nothing they can’t see. They just supervise them day by day, staring at the water in the two storage tanks. color.

After they were all washed into white chickens, they provided everyone with a set of slightly thick linen clothes every day, not because he wanted to be nice to the Zhuantu people, but because the animal skins wrapped by the Zhuandu people were full of moths and dirt. The twigs will lose the moth scum if you pick them up. If you wear them again, the bath will be in vain.

After taking a hot bath and rubbing off the hundreds of years of grime, Botu felt that he had lost ten catties, and he got a set of linen clothes for nothing. He was so happy.

Fortunately, although the people of the Zhuantu tribe were not clean, they brought good things. All kinds of paint pastes were very thick, and Botu specially took a can of black paint paste for Chasing the Sun.

"I heard from Dabai that your wise men like this color, so this is given to Qi Su wise man alone."

With sugar cubes, the status of the Zhuantu tribe on the plain has risen. Botu really wants to maintain a good trading relationship with the Dachanghe tribe. The best thing to do with a tribe is of course to give things to the wise men and the patriarch.

I checked the black paint pulp every day, and put it away after confirming that there was no problem. I felt that the thin soil was much smarter than last autumn.

The wise man of the tribe is very smart, but his health is not good. Not to mention other tribesmen, they even raise the wise man as half a cub every day. If Botu gives him something, he doesn't feel much, but if it is given to the wise man, it will be him. good brother.

"Okay." Zhu Ri nodded, "I'll give you a can of black lacquer. You can drag one of the carts outside. It's tiring to carry so many stone vats of armor paint. Next time you come here, you can use a cart to drag it over. .”

He got a scooter for nothing, and the corners of Botu's mouth almost went to the back of his head. He got preferential treatment, so he simply asked his tribe to send Fangtang back to the tribe, and he didn't leave. He followed Dahei for a while, and Zhuri for a while, together Help answer some simple questions about foreign exchange teams.

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感谢在2020-11-0123:46:21~2020-11-0222:43:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Mo Fei, Qi Qiannian, and Jiangyue 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!