The sky looked a little gloomy, with no sun in the sky and only some clouds moving around.

In such weather, a green bird flag was blown out.

Mao, Xiong Youpi and others set off with smiles on their faces. They left the first tribe they met after coming out and headed towards the rest of the place.

Their smiles were of course very bright, because they gained a lot from this exchange.

This tribe, which had never eaten salt or used pottery before, had truly experienced the delicious taste of salt and the usefulness of pottery after Mao's operation.

So this time they got a lot of food from this tribe.

The ratio of things exchanged was not the thirty to one ratio when trading with older primitive people, but sixty to one.

Some people in the trade team didn't quite understand this change, and felt that there was some element of deception in it.

He expressed his thoughts to Mao.

For a trade master like Mao Mao, and many people who have been influenced by Han Cheng, a black-hearted son of God, there will be no pressure to explain such a problem.

He told the man that he did this because he and others had worked hard in the process.

For example, at this time, if I and others did not bring salt and other things to do this, I and others could still stay in the tribe and do many other things.

In other words, in order to transport salt and pottery to this tribe, I and others spent a lot of time and did not do many other things.

Under such circumstances, if we continue to replace the older primitive women with other tribes in the same proportion, our own tribe will suffer a loss, and the loss will be quite large.

If this tribe, like the older primitive women and others, comes to Jinguan City directly with food and other things for replacement, it will be the same as the older primitive women and others.

After being told this, not only this person, but also many people in the team looked thoughtful.

After a while of this, some people showed signs of enlightenment one after another.

They really hadn't thought about this before.

Now that the trader said this, they thought about it again and it seemed that this was really the case.

Everyone looked at Mao with admiration in their eyes. After all, he could figure out such a problem.

Looking at everyone's eyes, Mao felt very satisfied, but he still waved his hands and told everyone that it was not he who figured this out, but the Son of God who told him. If the Son of God had not told him, he would not have known about it.

Things are known so clearly.

Everyone showed a look of understanding, and at the same time, some people flew towards the Son of God who lived in Jinguan City in admiration.

The Son of God is indeed the Son of God!

He is still as wise as ever, able to consider many things and come up with a truth.

In this way, opportunity cost appeared in the primitive era in advance.

In fact, this thing has always existed, but other people didn't notice it before, or didn't say it clearly.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe stood outside the tribe's cave, watching Mao and the others leave, with reluctance and some excitement in his eyes.

The so-called Chicken Leg Tribe was the tribe they met for the first time when they went out this time.

The reason why they were given such a name is because the leader of this tribe prefers to eat chicken legs.

Of course, they are not necessarily chicken legs, some are birds that look more like chickens.

At this time, the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe was holding a clay pot in his arms.

The pottery pot has been boiled with water, and the outside is stained with a lot of black ash.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe didn't care about this. He still held it tightly in his arms.

Under his gaze, Mao and others walked further and further away.

When Mao and others were completely gone, only his hands and the black chicken legs on his belly were the only traces of the tribe leader, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

“#￥￥%@!”

He spoke loudly with a smile on his face, and holding the largest clay pot exchanged from the Qingque tribe's trading team in both hands, he headed towards the river.

The other two people with relatively high prestige in the tribe also followed their leader to the creek, each holding the other two clay pots they had exchanged from the Qingque tribe.

After a while, several people holding clay pots returned from the river, and placed three clay pots filled with water on the stones around the fire, following the example of Mao and others, and used the fire to boil the pots.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe, under the watchful eyes of everyone, took out a bird that looked more like a chicken and chopped it into pieces with a stone knife.

Then put them separately into three clay pots and start cooking.

Then he put a little bit of salt into it with great care.

Then the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe, together with the people of the Chicken Leg Tribe, waited expectantly.

Looking forward to the birth of delicious food.

After doing this for a while, the food was cooked, and the people of the chicken leg tribe began to take turns drinking this delicious fresh food.

This kind of delicious food doesn't taste as delicious as the one made by the magical tribe named "Qingque", but it is still very good to eat.

Today, the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe is particularly generous.

He patted his chest and told the people in the tribe that the people in the tribe could eat as much food as they wanted, and they could eat as much as they wanted!

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe is generous, and the people of the Chicken Leg Tribe also become very heroic because of this.

Everyone drank happily. Jar after jar of water was brought from the river, heated on the fire, and drank into their stomachs.

And the meat in the jar is the same.

After eating and drinking, the people of the Chicken Leg Tribe finished their meal. The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe carried a chicken leg that had been boiled with little meat left, and gnawed it carefully.

Later, I even chewed up the bones and ate them, so nothing was wasted.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe looked at the overfed tribe members with a bright smile on his face.

His eyes fell on the three clay pots again, the smile on his face became stronger, and he looked more seriously at these things.

This is really good stuff!

Before today, he had never thought that a big bird that could not eat enough by itself in the past could actually feed everyone in the tribe, and it was so full!

The rest of the Chicken Leg Tribe stroked the belly of their hair and looked at the three clay pots more eagerly than the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe.

Before that, many of them were in a state of not having enough to eat all year round.

As for having enough food, that is an extremely luxurious dream.

Many people don’t even dare to think about it!

But now, something that was unthinkable in the past has been realized, and it has been realized by everyone in the tribe!

Under such circumstances, how could they not value these three things?

Some people even wanted to kowtow to the pottery pot.

According to the past practice in the tribe, after eating food in the morning, the tribesmen would go out to hunt and collect wild vegetables.

Prepare food for the days ahead.

But today, because of these clay pots and table salt, everything has become different.

"##￥ww!"

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe stroked his belly for a while, then looked up lazily at the cloudy sky outside, and spoke to the people in the tribe.

What he meant was that his tribe would not go out hunting today and would just rest near the cave.

While talking about these things, he pointed at the three clay pots.

If it were in the past, many people in the tribe would feel uneasy after the leader announced such news to them.

This is not because they like to work so much, but because the food in the tribe is limited. If they do not get food for a long time, many people in the tribe will most likely go hungry.

But now, everything is different!

They have novel utensils and only need a small amount of food to feed everyone in the tribe!

Especially for some people, after standing here in the cave and looking at the slowly flowing river, their hearts dropped to their stomachs.

As long as the water in the river doesn't dry up, they won't be hungry!

As for the water in the river, when will it dry up...

This is obviously impossible to happen!

As a result, the people of the Chicken Leg Tribe lived a very leisurely life.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe was lying on a mat made of hay, leaning on the ground, guarding not far from the clay pot, with a smile on his face.

Most of the rest of the Chicken Leg Tribe made the same choice as their leader, lying lazily on the grass and enjoying the leisurely time.

The minors in the tribe were running around the tribe cave and were very happy.

The entire chicken leg tribe was enveloped in this kind of relaxation, joy and leisure, and everyone was extremely happy.

They are sincerely grateful to the magical tribe named "Qingque".

If it weren't for them, how could I and others have lived such a wonderful life...

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe stood up from where he was sleeping and walked out of the cave.
To be continued...