The Caveman Made Me Awesome

"But for the sake of your failure, forget it this time, and next time, you Huang Zhu will not use Kurosawa to trade things!"

Xi Shang's teeth rattled, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of anger or fear.

He didn't understand, how did things become like this after a while, what did they say after that?

Qi Shang walked away from here with the people of the Huangzhu tribe.

How could this be, why did Kurosawa suddenly stand on Tu Shan's side? They give them so much good salt every year...a thought suddenly flashed across my mind.

Xi Shang immediately turned his head and looked at Ye Xi who was surrounded by the crowd in shock.

Is it...

In the crowd, Ye Xi noticed his sight, glanced at him, and then turned his head away, as if seeing a passerby.

...

Even without the endorsement of the Heizawa tribe, everyone can tell whether Tushan salt is good or bad. As the news spreads, more and more people buy salt. In the end, it is almost like a robbery. sensational.

Soon, the salt brought from Tushan was sold out.

After the task was completed, Ye Xi and the others didn't plan to stay any longer. They were ready to go back to the tribe while it was still early.

There are too many goods in exchange for salt, and even if each Tushan warrior carries twice the amount on his back, he still cannot bring all the things back.

Seeing this, Ramie went out to the Huosui tribe to borrow three frilled octapods as coolies, and barely brought the goods with him.

Ye Xi smiled gratefully at Ramie: "Thank you Uncle Ramie."

Ramie smiled and said boldly: "What is this, it's just a trivial matter."

Ye Xi was about to say a few more polite words, when an angry roar suddenly came from the corner of the road: "It's not good to ask you to do a little thing, what's the use of you saying that I want you as a slave!"

Ye Xixun looked at the reputation.

I saw a Kurosawa warrior shouting and scolding, and kicking a thin and dirty slave with his feet.

The slave held a beige linen in his hands, kept his head down and silently endured the beating, but was suddenly kicked in the knee. Under the severe pain, he fell to the ground, and the sackcloth in his hand fell to the ground, sticking to the dust.

Warrior Kurosawa glanced at Mai, and the fire in his heart burned even more vigorously: "How dare you get your clothes dirty, good, very good! It seems that you don't want to be a slave!"

Slavery tattoos, once tattooed, are rarely allowed out of slavery.

In this era of cannibalism, what this Kurosawa warrior said out of anger, the meaning contained in it made people shudder.

The emaciated slave limped up from the ground, bowed his head and said nothing, making it hard to see the expression on his face.

Ye Xi keenly noticed that the slave's arm was trembling slightly.

Are you afraid?

In primitive society, useless slaves would be cruelly treated as food. If this happened to the Tushan tribe, Ye Xi might have come forward to mediate, but the Heizawa tribe... Ye Xi shook his head inwardly, only Unlucky for this slave.

The Kurosawa warrior got angry when he saw the slave's silent appearance again, and sneered: "Oh, are the wolf tooth tribe all useless people like you? Being a slave is disgusting!"

Wolf Tooth Tribe? !

Ye Xi, who was about to leave, shrank his pupils and looked at the slave in amazement.

The slave trembled upon hearing this, clenched his fists, and slowly raised his head to look at his master.

Kurosawa warrior's heart trembled when he met his eyes.

These eyes were actually blood red, and the hatred and resentment contained in them made people feel cold.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at, it seems that you really don't want to live!" The Kurosawa warrior reacted furiously, then sneered, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he touched the bone tool around his waist.

"This eldest brother." A clear boy's voice sounded.

Warrior Kurosawa, who was angry, turned his head to look impatiently, and found a fair-skinned and handsome young man in black snakeskin standing next to him, smiling and talking to him.

Kurosawa Warrior frowned and recognized at a glance that this little boy was a witch disciple of the Tushan tribe.

Today, the Tushan tribe is in the limelight, producing snow salt, which made the whole trading area a sensation. With this kind of salt, the history of the Huangzhu tribe's long history of monopoly on salt may be over, and the rise of the Tushan tribe is just around the corner.

The other party was a witch disciple of such a tribe, and the leader of the patrol in the trading area, Ramie, was with him again. The Kurosawa warrior was not easy to lose his temper, and said bluntly: "What's the matter?"

"Big brother, it would be too wasteful for you to kill this slave."

"what do you mean……"

Ye Xi smiled and said, "I'm short of a slave, I think he's a little interesting, why don't you sell it to me."

When Kurosawa Warrior heard that there was such a good thing, he suddenly became interested.

This slave is really useless. He can't do anything well, and he is so thin that he can't cut much meat after slaughtering. If someone wants to buy it, it would be better: "How much do you pay?"

"How about two hundred catties of jerky?"

Warrior Kurosawa's eyes lit up, but he said reluctantly on his face, "Two hundred catties, a little bit."

Ramie frowned and reprimanded: "You think it's too little to buy a slave for two hundred pounds, don't go too far."

Warrior Kurosawa was a little afraid of ramie, and quickly said: "Two hundred catties should be two hundred catties."

Behind him, a warrior Tushan gave him two hundred kilograms of jerky. He was very happy when he received the jerky, and he didn't bother to get mad at the slave any more, so he waved to him indifferently: "Okay, let's go, I won't be your master from now on."

Ever since Ye Xi came in, this slave has turned his head down and is taciturn again. He can't tell whether he is happy or unhappy after he has escaped and changed to a new master.

Ye Xi looked at his appearance, sighed inwardly, and said, "Come here."

He recognized that this slave turned out to be the son of the chieftain of the Wolf Fang tribe - Marten.

In Song Cao's memory, the miner accounted for a considerable proportion.

One is an orphan who has lost his father and his mother, and can only rely on occasional help from relatives to avoid starvation and has a very poor talent; The son of the chief, a figure like the favored son of heaven.

Song Cao often secretly looked at the mink with jealous and envious eyes, imagining how good it would be if he were a mink.

The mink in my memory is so beautiful, and now the tortured and scarred mink in front of him is so unbearable to witness.

Sable apparently didn't recognize Ye Xilai and walked silently to the Tushan tribe.

Ye Xi didn't talk to him much, just ordered him to follow the team.

Now that they are still in the trading area of ​​the Heizawa tribe, if Ye Xi reveals his identity and recognizes Mink, he will undoubtedly be extremely stupid. Fortunately, everyone in Tushan is not stupid, and no one said much, just treated Mink as an ordinary slave, lest Ramie beside him see anything.

After everyone packed up and said goodbye to Ramie, they set foot on the road back to Tushan with a full load of harvest.