The Caveman Made Me Awesome

It turns out that the salt can be so white without a trace of impurities?

Because the Heizawa tribe is strong, the Huangzhu tribe selects a batch of the best salts for them every year.

Although the salt has few impurities, the color is still white and yellow. It is absolutely not like the snowflake salt of the Tushan tribe, which is white and spotless.

Ye Xi bent down and picked up a jar of salt and handed it to the leader: "Sir, the people of the Huangzhu tribe insist that this snowflake salt is fake salt because they can't produce such good salt. Can you make a conclusion just by talking with white teeth?"

Having said that, Ye Xi glanced at everyone in Xi Shang with contempt and provocation in his eyes.

When Xi Shang received the gaze, his face flushed with anger, his eyes sharpened, and he stepped forward to refute him loudly.

The leader noticed his movement and looked back at him coldly.

Xi Shang was chilled by this gaze, as if a basin of ice water had been poured on his head, and he was speechless immediately.

"My lord, I think that the only person who is qualified to determine the authenticity of this salt is the Heizawa tribe. Therefore, Xi would take the liberty of asking you to taste this snowflake salt. As long as you say this salt is fake, then this salt is Fake, from now on, we, Tushan, will never sell this salt in the Kurosawa trading area again."

These words were loud and loud, and the people of the other tribes around heard them.

The expressions of people in Tu Shan and Huang Zhi changed, and the expressions of the surrounding tribes also changed when they heard the words, and they started to talk about it.

Hearing the words, the leader looked at Ye Xi in amazement, as if he had re-acquainted with Ye Xi, and then silently said, "Then I will try it."

Xi Shang was overjoyed when he heard that Ye Xi actually said such words.

As long as the leaders say that their salt is fake, then the only tribe that sells salt in the Heizawa trading area will be Huang Zhu. As for whether Tushan will send people to sell salt from tribe to tribe...

Hmph, the jungle is dangerous, Tushan is a weak tribe without a pet, and they don't dare to do this often.

But the people in Tushan didn't know that their Huangzhu tribe sent an unknown amount of salt every year in order to have a good relationship with Heize. For the sake of so much salt, the two tribes have always had a good relationship.

As for Tu Shan, he has no friendship with Kurosawa at all. How could Kurosawa speak for them?

Then, in the eyes of everyone's expectation, the leader stretched out his index finger and dipped a little salt into his mouth.

The salt melted in his mouth, and the leader's eyelids trembled.

Not only does this salt look as white as snow, but it also tastes without a hint of astringency. In any way, it is more than one step higher than the salt of the Huangzhu tribe.

"This salt..." The leader spoke slowly.

The soldiers of Tushan and the people of the Huangzhu tribe held their breaths.

"it is true."

All the tribesmen who got the answer jumped up with joy. They were afraid that the soldiers of Kurosawa would say that the salt was fake, and the Tushan tribe would no longer sell this good and cheap salt.

Everyone in Tushan breathed a sigh of relief, and the hearts that were raised just now because of Ye Xi's harsh words dropped.

Amidst the joyous commotion, only the people of the Huangzhu tribe stood there with a white face, like a mourning concubine.

Qi Shang's face was blue and white, and he gritted his teeth secretly.

What a black tribe! He thought that the leader would at least give an ambiguous answer based on his past friendship, but he didn't expect that he would completely stand on the Tushan tribe's side, completely ignoring their Huang Zhi's face.

The Heizawa tribe said that the salt was real, but they, Huang Zhan, just concluded that the salt was fake. This sound must have been like a slap in the face of Huang Zhan, which made Huang Zun lose his face!

So much salt every year is really feeding shit!

The leader secretly glanced at the people of the Huangzhu tribe, with an indistinct apology in his eyes.

According to what this witch disciple just said.

If he just concluded that the salt was fake, and Tu Shan would never come to the trading area to sell salt again according to his promise, wouldn't the people of so many tribes hate the Heizawa tribe?

He could see that the salt jars in the hands of some tribal people onlookers were filled with snowflake salt from Tushan!

Whether this salt is true or false, you will know when you taste it, and it will definitely spread among the tribes... Although Kurosawa is powerful, he can't make public anger.

Furthermore, Tu Shan salt is indeed much better than Huang Zhan salt. If the people inside Kurosawa knew that they had rejected this good salt, they might also offend others.

On balance, we can only tell the truth.

Ye Xi glanced at the leader's face and suddenly said, "Sir, let's take a step to talk."

The leader took another look at the people from the Huangzhu tribe, nodded solemnly, and took Ye Xi two steps to a place with fewer people.

Ye Xi looked at the leader with a smile and complimented: "As expected of a soldier of the Black Ze tribe, he is indeed very fair."

The leader blushed, he didn't say that out of fairness.

Ye Xi continued to praise: "Thanks to your affirmation just now, the talents of the Huangzhu tribe will not continue to harass. I didn't expect that the first time I came to the Heizawa tribe, I met a good person like you. I believe in the warrior character of the Heizawa tribe. As noble as you are."

A high hat was put on the leader's head. The leader wanted to say something, but looking at Ye Xi's sincere eyes, he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

"In order to appreciate your righteous deeds just now, we, Tu Shan, have decided to give you 100 catties of snowflake salt every year in the future."

The leader simply doubted his ears, and confirmed: "Every year... send a hundred catties of snowflake salt?"

Ye Xi nodded: "Yes, I didn't expect to do this at first, but your actions just now made me come up with this idea. I think the people of the Black Ze tribe deserve so much salt from us."

The leader's head jumped, he was just under pressure, and to tell the truth, because of this, let Heze gain so much salt? One hundred catties of salt every year, this is not inferior salt, it is snow salt!

If the chief and the witch find out, they will definitely praise me...

And the captain of the third team of the hunting team has not been decided yet. With this great merit, I am afraid that the captain's position will be in his pocket.

Thinking of this, the leader smiled for a moment, his face that had always been stern and stern was like an iceberg that instantly turned into spring water, and Ye Xi's expression became kinder: "If you say that, I'll take the place of Kurosawa, thank you. You have painted mountains."

"Your Excellency is welcome."

The leader smiled and waved his hand: "What's your name, sir, so born, my name is Ramie, you are about the same age as my son, you might as well call me Uncle Ramie."

The corners of Ye Xi's eyes are curved, and he is fluent: "Since this is the case, Xi is welcome, Uncle Ram."

The two looked at each other and smiled, the atmosphere was very happy.

The two returned to the crowd.

Seeing the two returning, Xi Shang couldn't wait to step forward and walk to the leader's side, completely ignoring Ye Xi who was standing very close, and said in a low voice, "Sir, I have a few words to tell you, Can you…”

Ramie raised his hand and stopped what Xi Shang wanted to say: "No need, no need to say it."

"Sir!" Xi Shang looked at Ram in shock. He had no idea that he would even be rejected for a conversation. You must know that Ram was talking with Ye Xi in private just now!

Ye Xi didn't look at Qi Shang, turned his head to Ramie and said, "Uncle Ram, when you didn't come, the people of the Huangzhu tribe wanted to throw blood on our salt because they couldn't slander us! The fighters still want to hit me, how arrogant!"

Uncle Ramie? Before Xi Shang could react to the title, he saw Ramie looking at him and said coldly, "Oh? Is that so, you guys actually want to throw blood in the salt?"

Xi Shang was stunned: "This, this..."

Before he could tell the difference, he heard a cold snort, "Do you know what the rules are for maliciously disrupting the trading area?"

"At worst, beheaded on the spot, or driven out of the trading area."

Xi Shang's face instantly turned white.