The Caveman Made Me Awesome

This soldier Ye Xi knew that his name was Putai, and Tushan had only two second-level soldiers, except for the chief.

Unexpectedly, they will be discovered, and the four of them have embarrassed and unnatural expressions on their faces.

The chief coughed lightly and pretended to be calm: "I heard that it's almost finished, so let's come and see."

"Then you have to come over to see it clearly." Ye Xi couldn't understand what they were secretly hiding.

The chief explained: "You only need to help Cangpan and Deed to name you. I'm afraid we will disturb you."

Ye Xi suddenly realized that they thought that salt refining was witchcraft. They were afraid of being disturbed.

"Actually, it's very boring. Since you want to watch it, just watch it by the side."

At this point, the fire was almost burning, so Ye Xi put the stone pot on the rack and instructed Cangpan to use a wooden stick to slowly stir the brine.

The stone pot is not as easy to heat as the iron pot, and after a while, the white steam emerges from the water surface.

Gradually, the brine began to purr and bubbling.

"Add more firewood, the more fire the better." Ye Xi commanded Qi.

Yong and Luo on the side rushed to add firewood.

"Is it ok for hay, the hay burns well." Yong asked.

Ye Xi: "Of course you can, but the hay can't help but burn."

Hearing this, Yong turned his head and ran, and after a while, came back with a pile of hay like a small hill.

Even Yong's face was buried in the hay, Ye Xi was surprised, where did so much hay come from?

Yong grinned: "This guy likes to use hay to lay the ground. I have a lot of it. I brought them all here."

Ye Xi: "..."

So this is the use of people's beds as firewood?

Luo's face was full of regret: "Unfortunately, I don't like to sleep on the hay."

Several other people nodded in agreement, all looking very regretful.

With a large pile of hay left to burn, the fire is not enough, the big blisters in the stone pot are rolling fiercely, and the white mist rises like wolf smoke.

In the stone pot, the yellow brine became less and less, and white crystals gradually appeared.

The chief stepped forward abruptly, looked at the contents of the pot with excitement, and lost his voice: "This is..."

Except for Ye Xi, the others surrounded the stove, ignoring the raging fire of the stone pot.

Putai, who had always seemed calm, was so excited that his face was flushed red, and his voice trembled slightly: "Could this white thing be salt?!"

Luo eyes stared straight at the white crystals in the stone pot, and suddenly reached out and twisted his fingers.

Ye Xi was taken aback, this is a boiling pot, isn't it hot?

Luo put his finger, which was stained with a few white crystals, into his mouth.

All the people present stared at him, their eyes red and terrifying. Ye Xi doubted that if Luo said it was tasteless, they would have swallowed him alive.

"...Salty." Luo said blankly.

"Salt." Chi repeated unconsciously.

"Salt!" Cangpan shouted suddenly.

The chief stomped his feet excitedly and shouted, "Salt!"

"Hahaha, it's salty, it's salty!" Yong Yangtian laughed wildly, then ran to a tree, and smashed the tree with a savage punch.

Ye Xi: "..."

He quietly watched them lose their minds.

Luo kept sucking on his index finger like a child, until the salty taste disappeared, and then reluctantly opened it.

Ye Xi saw with sharp eyes that a large, bright blister had burned his finger, and Luo seemed to feel no pain at all. He stood by the stove and looked at the stone pot, muttering words in his mouth, talking to himself. what.

Until the water in the stone pot has completely evaporated, the yellow brine has faded away, leaving only the white and bright salt.

The crazy behavior of a few people stopped.

Seeing them staring blankly at the stone pot without speaking, Ye Xi kindly reminded: "The salt has been fully refined.

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Then, Ye Xi watched helplessly, the soldiers who had always sweated and shed tears in his heart, slowly, slowly turning red.

Ye Xi froze all over, and all his hair stood up.

A group of 1.9 meters tall muscular men were crying silently in front of him, which was unbearable!

Cangpan choked with tears in his eyes and said, "This snow-white thing is really salt?" Before, salt in his heart was yellow mixed with soil particles.

Luo's eyes were red, and his voice was trembling: "It's salt, it's salt, I've tasted it, it's salty."

Qi sniffed and sobbed: "Our Tushan will be able to produce salt by himself one day."

Yong wiped his eyes, and the voice in his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton: "If only the ancestors could see it."

The chief burst into tears and was the most excited one of the soldiers: "They will know, they will know that our Tushan days will be better."

Yong couldn't help wiping, but tears still flowed: "Look at this white and bright salt, how much better than the Huangzhu tribe."

The chief rubbed his face with his hands and took a deep breath: "Yes, I didn't even know that salt can be as white as clouds."

"Ye Xi, is this salt?" the chief asked again worriedly.

The others stopped crying and turned to stare at him.

Ye Ximu said with a face: "It's salt, it's salt."

The others breathed a sigh of relief and continued to stare at the salt in the stone pot affectionately, thinking that the salt was their eighth lover.

"I received an invitation to the Blackpool Tribe Trade Fair two days ago." The chief said suddenly. At this moment, his mood has completely calmed down and he has returned to his previous calm.

trade fair? Ye Xi's eyes flashed and he caught the key word.

"What, the Kurosawa tribe is going to hold a trade fair again?!" The other warriors said in unison.

Yong clenched his fists and said bitterly: "I knew that the Heizawa tribe was going to hold a trade fair, and they didn't exchange salt with the Huangzhu tribe two days ago."

Luo frowned: "Yeah, I knew it would take two days to go to the trade fair to buy salt. The Huangzhu tribe would not dare to bring such poor salt to the Heizawa trade fair... We lost a lot of money."

"Hey, do you still need to buy it in two days? We all made it ourselves!" Putai snorted coldly, "The Huangzhu tribe has a good relationship with the Heizawa tribe, maybe they have already received the news, so they deliberately collected it from us. Bring salt to our tribe to exchange before the news."

As soon as these words were uttered, everyone's expressions turned cold. Thinking of the food that was exchanged, everyone felt a pain in the flesh.

Luo clenched his fists: "In the beginning, the Huangzhu tribe was incomparable with our Tushan, but it developed little by little with salt, and now it is riding on our head and making a fortune."

Yong's voice was sour: "The previous Tu Shan, they naturally couldn't compare."

Ye Xi looked at them suspiciously, the former Tu Shan?

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Cangpan's eyes were faint, and the meaning was unclear: "Our salt is so white, it must be more popular than the Huangzhu tribe."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes lit up.

Yong laughed and swept away the haze: "Yes, their salt and yellow are like soil, our salt and white are like clouds, and the Huangzhu tribe is naturally incomparable."

The chief exhaled a long breath, raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, now our salt is much better than theirs, and we won't need to be slaughtered by others in the future."

Putai said cheerfully: "Yes, I will lead the team at the trade fair in two days. I can't wait to see their ugly faces!"

Yong's face froze and his brows twitched: "Why are you leading the team, Wu might have sent me there."

"Of course you sent me. Last time you went, it's my turn this time."

Having said that, how could Yong feel unwilling, how much he wanted to see the astonished expression of the Huangzhu tribe with his own eyes.

"Can……"

"Okay, let's stop arguing." The chief interrupted the quarrel between the two.

Everyone quieted down.

The chief turned to Ye Xi and said solemnly, "Ye Xi, you have done a great job this time."

"On behalf of the Tushan tribe, thank you." After saying that, the chief slammed his left shoulder with his right hand and his heart, and then kept this posture and bent down towards Ye Xi.

Everyone paused, and then followed the chief's actions and bent down towards Ye Xi.

Ye Xi was startled, Ye Xi had never seen such a polite gesture before, but it was not hard to guess that it meant gratitude and respect.

He received the salute generously, and after they straightened up, he followed their movements and bowed to them with his right fist hammering the heart.

The soldiers were stunned.

Ye Xi straightened up and smiled: "Without you, salt cannot be made. As a native of Tushan, I should also thank you."

The soldiers looked at each other, inexplicably feeling that their actions just now were stupid, yes, Ye Xi is the one who painted the mountain, so grateful for what they did.

"Hahaha." The chief laughed heartily and patted Ye Xi on the shoulder, with undisguised admiration and sincere love in his eyes, "Okay, you're right, I'm hypocritical, I'm from Tushan, why bother So pretentious."

The other soldiers looked at Ye Xiquan and smiled kindly, and the smile was full of warmth.

Ye Xi noticed that in the eyes they looked at him at this moment, the little guard and estrangement hidden in the past had disappeared, only the complete sincerity and sincerity remained. He knew that from this moment on, they really took him as one's own.