Let Go Of That Primordial Man

In any case, Master Niu and the other six were respected witches, even though they came from such a poor place as the Luolei Mountains, they still received considerable preferential treatment from the Huangshu tribe, even though this preferential treatment seemed to be quite out of their minds.

This is the basic rule of the plane of the primitive era. No matter where the witch is, he will be a head taller than the western nobles in the middle ages of the modern plane; Among the tribes, they can no longer lift their heads.

So no matter how unwilling Wu Huangmi of the Huangshu tribe was, he still had to ask the warriors of the tribe to invite Master Niu and a group of six people into the most luxurious stone house in their tribe for entertainment.

At the same time, this is also the hall where the spirits and fire seeds of their ancestors are enshrined...

After entering the stone palace, the other five witches became a little cautious when they saw the magnificent stone building in front of them; , such a magnificent and domineering artificial stone palace is quite impressive!

But to Master Niu Niu, such a stone palace is nothing more than a novelty.

He looked at this stone palace with an area of ​​about 50 square meters with great interest, and thought sincerely in his heart: This stone palace built with huge stones is indeed better insulated than a wooden house. In the first stage, the construction of the Blackstone Tribe should all be made of stone!

At that time, the size of such a stone hall will at least double; the stone halls in the ruins of the modern plane, which one is not much larger than this, or I will be embarrassed to show it to people.

What made him a little curious was that after entering the main hall, the witch on the other side nodded slightly and left the stone hall.

It took nearly ten minutes to reappear. When the little old man reappeared, Master Niu obviously noticed that he changed into a linen robe.

This made him even more surprised: In this sub-zero temperature, why did this old man put on such a thin dress? Isn't he cold?

If Master Niu's thoughts were deliberately changed into the most expensive clothes, intending to frighten these Huang Mi from the mountain cannons of the Luolei Mountains to know; maybe he would do some kind of irrational thing.

Under Huang Mi's gaze, one of his confidantes began to introduce their noble witch to the group of mountain cannons loudly: This is the protector and guide of the Huangshu tribe with powerful four patterns. Or, respected Lord Wuhuangmi.

Amidst the long introduction, Huang Mi nodded to Master Niu and the others with a reserved face, and then sat on the main seat; for a while, this sudden situation made Master Niu feel quite embarrassed. Embarrassed.

Before that, he didn't know that the tribes in the plain were so good at playing, and he was not prepared at all; if he had known, he would have brought the leader who stayed in the tribe over, and with the talent of that bastard, this kind of bragging was so good at each other. In any occasion, you will definitely not let yourself down.

Fortunately, at this time, the witch from the Huidong tribe stood up again and resolved the embarrassment for Master Niu.

The same long voice sounded again, and he began to praise Master Niu: The leader of the Fourteen Tribal Alliance in the northwest region of the Luolei Mountains, the recognized king of the battlefield, the leader of the Blackstone tribe, and the knowledgeable Hei Niu, Master Niu is our merchant. The leader of the team.

In other words, if you just listen to the first half of the sentence, Master Niu's compliments on the witches of the Qingyu tribe are extremely satisfying. He never thought that he would enjoy such a high evaluation in the tribal alliance.

But after hearing the second half, the face of this guy is not so beautiful: Niu is my surname, okay, why don't you call me a black cow according to your habits, it's better to call me a big black cow... ...

Depressed, Mr. Niu felt his chest tightness, so he couldn't help pulling off the thick fur coat on his body, exposing the thermal underwear called pure cotton inside.

Then he was surprised to find that the face of Huang Mi, who was the chief seat, suddenly became uglier than a pig's liver...

In the end, Master Niu sent someone a pack of white sugar, a pack of snow-white refined salt, and a bottle of Erguotou as gifts; these modern planes, even the most stingy Grandet can't afford gifts, handed over It was given to Wu Huangmi of the Huangshu Tribe, and the other party finally warmed up.

Huang Mi not only readily agreed to the caravan's request to trade with the Huangshu tribe in the afternoon; he also warmly invited Master Niu and six others to attend the welcome lunch held for them.

Of course, for the ordinary members of the caravan with 600 people, the Yellow Millet Tribe has no plan to take care of their lunch.

At the luncheon, the Yellow Millet Tribe entertained Lord Niu and the others with sincerity in their food, such as rice balls, porridge, and pancakes made by Yishui Fine Millet.

You must know that during weekdays, even Huangmi's own food is mixed with some wild vegetables. Otherwise, if you eat all these fine grains, the annual harvest will not be enough for the entire Huangmi tribe; In the food, wild vegetables account for almost half of the food.

But, not to mention Mr. Niu, who has always been picky about his appetite, even the other witches don't have the slightest appetite for such extremely bland food; after eating a little hastily, they put down their chopsticks.

Huang Mi didn't notice it at the time, until later when the ordinary soldiers of the caravan were preparing food, the smell of the big pot of stewed broth came in; The smell is incomparable...

*****

In the afternoon, when the members of the caravan lined up a long row of stalls among the Huangshu tribe with the many types of goods they carried; all the members of the Huangshu tribe, including Wu Huangmi, were finally completely Convinced.

They have never imagined, or even dared to imagine, that the mountain cannons of the Luolei Mountains, which are said to be poor enough to afford salt, can produce so many good things that they have never seen before; Strange name, never heard of it.

Although they were slightly surprised by the snow-white or pink table salt, it was still within their acceptable range; after all, the table salt they ate in daily life, although it was a bit bitter, could barely handle it.

However, the lighter that ignites when you press it lightly, compared with the flint that they have to knock for a long time before it sparks; there is the unspeakably delicious white rabbit toffee, and the white sugar in the heart is sweet when mixed with clear water...

In short, just as Mr. Niu and the mountain cannons expected, as soon as the goods of the caravan were displayed, they immediately blinded the eyes of the Huangshu tribe.

Seeing that they want everything, but they really can't come up with enough exchange materials, these mountain cannons feel extremely happy in their hearts.

In the end, when the caravan left the yellow millet tribe, they left behind half a basket of goods; at the same time, they took away fifty baskets of fine millet. The reason for the ruthless discount.

It is also after this trade that the entire caravan is full of confidence in this trip to the plains.

If they could contact their companions in the Luolei Mountain Range at this time, they would definitely shout: There are so many people on the plain who are stupid, come quickly!

When I was going to sleep before, I saw the message from a book friend of Shenxing Sihai; for this kind of thing of seducing the uncle with tickets, the uncle has always been resolute and can't bear it.

The usual way is to take these tickets away and see how you seduce me next time, hahaha...

Just kidding, the real situation is that I found that the monthly pass is full of 50, and what the uncle said must count, so I coded another chapter and added it.