The older primitive women and the others did not understand for a moment why these people who had surrounded them and others would suddenly make such a strange move and forge such a path.

Squatting on the ground, driven by curiosity, they reluctantly moved their eyes away from the few pieces of exquisite pottery in front of them that made people reluctant to take their eyes away, and looked at the separated gap.

Then these people were collectively stunned, with shock and surprise evident on each of their faces.

The few pieces of exquisite pottery in front of them were enough to shock them, and they all thought that these were all the pottery owned by this weird tribe in front of them.

However, at this moment, they realized that they and others had all thought wrong. It was only a small part of the exquisite pottery possessed by this tribe, and they also had more pottery!

Although people from other tribes have seen them marveling at the pottery of their own tribe more than once, the people of the Qingque tribe still feel that it is extremely wonderful and comfortable all over.

This thing is just like the original ditty used to kill time at night. Although I often hum it, I just never get tired of it and there is no one that is enough.

"And this."

At Han Cheng's signal, Mao took two steps forward, blocked the eyes of these people from looking at the door of the slave yard, reached out to pick up a sealed jar, and opened it, revealing the items used inside.

Table salt crushed in a stone mortar.

After exposing the salt in the jar, Mao picked up the gourd that the older primitive people used to hold the salt and soil, poured out some, and placed the hand holding some salt and soil flush with the salt jar.

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His actions quickly attracted the attention of the older primitive women.

After realizing what was contained in that large, exquisite pottery, the older primitive women were once again strongly shocked...

The white stuff they have looks different from the stuff my tribe got from that tribe, and it's definitely not as delicious as the stuff my tribe has.

The dumbfounded older primitive woman discovered some differences between the two, so she comforted herself in her heart like this.

However, she soon realized how wrong her previous idea was.

The white stuff from this tribe only has a delicious taste, but no bitter taste, let alone gritty teeth.

While the older primitive women were amazed, at Han Cheng's signal, several people from the Qingque tribe brought a dozen jars of similar sizes from the door, placed them here, and then opened them

, which is filled with salt.

When he came this time, Han Cheng brought a lot of salt. Not only did they need to eat salt, but the animals in the tribe also needed to eat it.

And unlike food, if there is not enough food, you can get some from the wild. If there is not enough salt, there is no way to replenish it without knowing where the salt mines are. In addition, they need to stay here for a long time during this trip.

So I carried a lot.

The brains of older primitive women are no longer sufficient.

Before, she thought that the richest tribe in the world was the tribe that traded with them. Now, she discovered that there was a tribe even richer than that tribe.

All the pottery of the tribe in front of them is more exquisite than that of that tribe, and the white things are more delicious than that of that tribe. In their eyes, this means that they are richer than that tribe.
Chapter completed!