The Caveman Made Me Awesome

　　 This warrior Ye Xi knew that his name was Pu Tai, and Tu Shan had only two second-level warriors, except for the chief.

　　 didn't expect to be found out, the faces of all four were embarrassed and unnatural.

　　 The chief coughed slightly, pretending to be calm and authentic: "I heard that it's almost done, so let's come and take a look."

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

Chief 　　 explained: "You only need the help of Cangpan and Qi for the roll call. I'm afraid we will disturb you."

　　 Ye Xi suddenly thought that salt refining was a witchcraft. They were afraid of interruption, and said amusedly: "That's because two people are enough for such a simple thing. If there are more people, I am afraid of waste."

　　 "It's actually very boring, since you want to watch it, just watch it by the side."

　　 At this time, the fire was almost burning, Ye Xi put the stone pot on the shelf and instructed the warehouse to take a wooden stick and slowly stir the brine.

　　The stone pot is not as easy to heat as the iron pot. After a while, the white steam came out of the water.

　　 Gradually, the brine began to bubbling.

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

　　 Yong and Luo on the side rushed to add firewood.

　　 "Is the hay okay? The hay burns well." Yong asked.

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

　　 Upon hearing this, Yong turned his head and ran, and after a while, he came back with a pile of hay like small hills.

　　 The hay-rich even buried Yong's face, Ye Xi was surprised, where is so much hay?

　　Yong grinned: "This kid likes to pave the ground with hay. It has accumulated a lot. I brought them all."

　　 Ye Xi: "..."

　　 So this is to move people's bed to burn firewood?

　　 Luo's face is full of regrets: "It's a pity that I don't like sleeping on hay."

　　 The other people nodded in agreement, all with a regretful look.

　　 There was a large pile of hay to burn, and the fire was not enough. The big blisters in the stone pot were rolling fiercely, and the white mist rose up like wolf smoke.

In the 　　 stone pot, the yellow brine is getting less and less, and white crystals gradually appear.

　　 The chief took a sudden step forward, looked at the contents of the pot excitedly, and lost his voice: "This is..."

　　 Except for Ye Xi, everyone else ignored the fire in the stone pot and gathered around the stove.

　　 Pu Tai, who has always been calm, his face flushed with excitement, and his voice was trembling slightly: "Is this white thing salt?!"

　　 Luo stared straight at the white crystal in the stone pot, suddenly stretched out his hand and twisted his finger.

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

　　 Luo put his fingers with some white crystals into his mouth.

　　All the people at the scene stared at him with scarlet and scary eyes. Ye Xi wondered if Luo said that there was no smell, they would swallow him alive.

　　 "...salty." Luo said blankly.

　　 "Salty." Qi repeated unconsciously.

　　 "Salty!" Cangpan yelled sharply.

　　 The chief stamped his foot in excitement and shouted, "Salty!"

　　 "Hahahaha, it's salty, it's salty!" Yong Yangtian laughed wildly, then ran to a tree suddenly, and slammed a fist on the tree.

　　 Ye Xi: "..."

　　 He quietly watched them go crazy.

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

Ye Xi watched sharply, his fingers burned a big sparkling blisters, and Luo seemed to feel no pain at all, standing by the stove looking at the stone pot, muttering words in his mouth, talking to himself what.

　　 Until the water in the stone pot evaporates completely, the yellow brine fades, leaving only the white and bright salt.

　　 The crazy behavior of a few people stopped.

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

　　 Then, Ye Xi watched, the soldiers who had always sweated, shed blood, and never shed tears in his heart, slowly, slowly reddened their eyes.

　　 Ye Xi became stiff, and his hairs stood up.

　　 A group of 1.9-meter muscular men cried silently in front of him, which was too unbearable!

　　 Cangpan choked with tears and dimly said, "Is this snow-white thing really salt?" The salt in his heart was yellow mixed with soil particles before.

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

　　 Qi sniffed, and sobbed, "We Tushan will be able to produce salt by ourselves one day."

　　 Yong wiped his eyes, and the sound in his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton: "It would be nice if the ancestors could see it."

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

　　 I kept wiping it, but my tears kept streaming: "Look at this salt, white and shiny, and I don’t know how much better than the Huangfeng tribe’s."

　　 The chief slapped his face with a big hand, and took a deep breath: "Yes, I didn't know that salt could be as white as a cloud."

　　 "Ye Xi, this is salt, isn't it?" The chief asked again, worried.

　　 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 gaze affectionately at the salt in the stone pot. Those who didn’t know thought that the salt was their eighth lover.

　　 "I received an invitation to the Blackpool Tribe Trade Fair two days ago." The chief suddenly spoke. At this moment, his emotions have completely calmed down and he has restored his former calmness.

　　 Fair? Ye Xi's eyes flashed and he caught the key words.

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

　　 bravely clenched his fist and said bitterly: "I knew that the Blackpool tribe was going to hold a trade fair. I stopped exchanging salt with the Huangfeng tribe two days ago.

　　 Luo frowned: "Yeah, I would have waited two days to buy salt at the trade fair if I knew it, and the Huang Feng tribe dare not bring such a bad salt to the Blackpool Fair...We are losing a lot."

"Hey, do you still need to buy it in two days? We have all made it by ourselves!" Pu Tai snorted. "The relationship between Huang Feng tribe and Heize tribe is good. Maybe they have received the news a long time ago, so we deliberately collected Bring salt to our tribe to exchange before the news."

As soon as 　　 said this, everyone's complexion became cold. Thinking about the food that was exchanged, everyone was in pain.

　　 Luo clenched his fists: "In the beginning, the Huangfeng tribe was incomparable to our Tushan, but it developed a little bit by salt, and now it rides on our heads as a blessing."

　　 Yong's voice is sour: "The former Tushan, they naturally can't compare."

　　 Ye Xi looked at them suspiciously, the former Tushan?

　　 The atmosphere suddenly became a bit heavy.

　　 Cangpan's gaze was faint, meaning unclearly said: "Our salt is so white, it must be more popular than the Huangfeng tribe."

　　As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes lit up.

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

　　 The chief exhaled a long breath and raised his eyebrows: "Well, now our salt is much better than theirs, we don't need to be killed by someone in the future."

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

　　 Brave face, frowned: "Why do you lead the team, Wu might send me."

　　 "Of course I was sent. Last time you went, it will be my turn this time. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Having said that, how can Yong feel unwilling? He wants to see the shocked expression of Huang Feng tribe with his own eyes.

　　 "May..."

　　 "Okay, don't quarrel for now." The chief interrupted the quarrel between the two.

　　 Everyone is quiet.

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

　　 "I represent the Tushan tribe, thank you." After saying that, the chief hammered his left shoulder with his right hand and his heart again, and then kept this position and bent down towards Ye Xi.

　　 Everyone had a pause, and then, following the movements of the chief, he bent down towards Ye Xi.

　　 Ye Xi was stunned. Ye Xi hadn't seen this kind of etiquette before, but it is not difficult to guess that it should mean a gesture of gratitude and respect.

　　 He accepted the ceremony generously, and after they straightened up, imitating their movements, he also bowed to them with a right fist hammering the heart.

　　 The soldiers were stunned.

　　 Ye Xi straightened up and smiled: "If you don't have you, the salt won't be produced. As a Tushan person, I should also thank you."

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

"Hahaha." The chief laughed heartily, patted Ye Xi's shoulder, his eyes showed undisguised appreciation and sincere affection, "Okay, you are right, I am hypocritical, all Tushan people, why bother Such a hypocrite."

　　 The other soldiers looked at Ye Xiquan and smiled kindly, their smiles full of warmth.

Ye Xi noticed that in their eyes at this moment, the little defense and barriers that were hidden in the past have disappeared without a trace, and only total sincerity and enthusiasm are left. He knows that from this moment on, they are really taking him Treat yourself as someone.