Let Go Of That Primordial Man

For the natives of the Luolei Mountains, this year's winter preparations are an unprecedented year for them.

Thanks to this year's good weather, it has become much easier to obtain food in the mountains and forests; the large number of wild animals hunted were salted early in the case of being unable to eat them all, and they were made into long-lasting salty food. Jerky, a piece like this will keep them going for a long time.

The other and most important point is that the benevolent Master Niu finally reduced the price of salt by a large amount.

There is even no need to exchange materials, each small and medium-sized tribe sends some members to sell their labor for half a year in the Blackstone tribe, and they can already exchange for the tribe's salt for the previous year.

In previous years, when they exchanged salt with caravans outside the mountain, they often had to hand over 30% of the tribe's harvest of beast meat for barely enough salt.

After going back and forth like this, when the bitter cold wind blows again, it seems that the cold winter is about to enter, and when it snows heavily; Food is abundant like never before.

What made them more confident was that they had more or less accumulated batches of Blackstone tribes issuing food stamps in their hands.

Food stamps, a rather strange new term, but after a long time, they quickly got used to this term.

At first, they didn't know any of the words on these bills, but after a long time, even the youngsters in the tribe could tell that these food stamps, which were worth at least ten cents and the largest at ten yuan, could represent different value.

At first, when they held this kind of strange colorful square with the head of Master Niu, they would eagerly use it up and exchange it with the Blackstone tribe for various supplies.

After all, even the women in tribes, big and small, think that Master Niu on the banknotes looks very eye-catching, and may even have a good dream at night, but it is still not as good as those edible and usable supplies. benefits.

However, after more than a year of transactions, the Blackstone tribe has proved the incomparably strong value of these banknotes with the fact that they have never discounted them; Such a material warehouse gave everyone inexplicable confidence.

Compared with the reserves of the Blackstone tribe, the food stamps of this value on hand are nothing.

Soon, the natives of the Luolei Mountains changed their attitude towards this kind of thing called food stamps. Food stamps are light and easy to carry, and when they want to exchange for any supplies, they only need to go to the Black Stone Tribe That's it.

On the contrary, if all kinds of food are stored for too long, there may be a risk of spoilage. Instead of hoarding food in the tribe, it is more convenient and cost-effective to hoard the banknotes of these Blackstone tribes.

As a result, the leaders of many tribes in the Luolei Mountains began to store a large bag of food stamps next to their bodies; this could be regarded as the strategic reserves of their respective tribes! Unless it is between the life and death of the tribe, it will not be used lightly.

This matter caused Mr. Niu trouble because the plastic receipts of 500,000 yuan were not enough at all; he ordered a total of 5 million plastic receipts in the modern plane. Guaranteed the recycling of the Blackstone Tribe.

As a result, the owner of the small printing factory who received the order from Mr. Niu has always been very puzzled: how big is this old factory, will it use this kind of canteen ticket that has been eliminated long ago, and the number of workers may be less. There are tens of thousands of people!

But all this time, why haven't I heard any news about it?

*****

Just when all the tribes in the Luolei Mountains were planning how to spend this leisurely winter.

An astonishing news about the Blackstone tribe spread more quickly in a short period of time than the biting cold wind at this time.

Although since the Blackstone tribe has Master Niu, it won't be long before there will always be a little movement; for example, what happened to the Blackstone tribe, and then what kind of changes have taken place in the Blackstone tribe.

After a long time, the natives of the Luolei Mountains have grown accustomed to the movements of the Blackstone tribe.

Or only if they haven't heard any news about the Blackstone tribe for many days in a row, will they think that something is wrong.

But when they heard the news that the Blackstone Tribe was able to make wine, they were still shocked and speechless for a long time.

Compared with the necessities of life such as salt, fine wine will not have any impact on survival even if it is not drunk; but even so, it still does not hinder the good image of fine wine in the hearts of the majority of indigenous people.

It's true that good wine can't fill their stomachs, but for most people in this era, if they have a little more good wine while filling their stomachs...

The name of the fine wine is Burning Knife. This rather rough and wild name is said to be the name specially chosen by the learned master Niu for the newly brewed corn baijiu of the Black Rock Tribe.

Although this name has been used for many years in the modern plane; but after being plagiarized by the stinky shameless bull master, in the primitive plane, it is definitely still a scorpion shit, a poison...

Just from the literal meaning of baijiu, the natives who heard the news could understand how fierce and domineering the taste of this baijiu was.

The feeling of taking a big sip will definitely be like a red-hot knife. The strong feeling flows from the mouth to the stomach, making people want to live or die.

Such wild names and imaginations not only failed to frighten any natives of the Luolei Mountain Range, but instead had a fatal temptation for them.

From what they were looking at, something fierce and powerful like this was the treasure they needed most in the long winter.

It's just that when they brought all kinds of supplies to the Blackstone Tribe to trade the Burning Knife Wine, they were told by the Blackstone Tribe that due to the production volume, the Burning Knife Wine would not be sold for the time being.

Immediately, the tribal leaders who led the team to trade became angry. After they got together, they made a big move against the Blackstone tribe. Outside the walls of the Blackstone tribe, this scene appeared:

A large number of natives of other tribes waved plastic tickets in their hands, and kept shouting neatly into the city wall: We have food stamps, and we need to exchange burning knives...

In order to allow the food stamp credit system that has just been established to continue to persist; Master Niu, who originally planned to stop selling Shaodao corn wine due to production capacity problems, decisively admitted his cowardice.

From this day on, the natives of Luolei Mountains understand that as long as they have enough food stamps in their pockets, they can be so willful...