The Caveman Made Me Awesome

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

　　 Yusho's teeth rattled, and it was unclear 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 just now?

　　 Qishang left here with the people of the Huangfeng tribe in a muddled manner.

　　 How could this happen, why did Kurosawa suddenly stand on Tushan's side? They gave them so much good salt every year... a thought in his mind suddenly flashed through like lightning.

　　 Qishang immediately turned his head and looked at Ye Xi who was surrounded by the crowd in the center in amazement.

　　 Is it...

　　 In the crowd, Ye Xi noticed his gaze, glanced at him, and then turned his head uninterestedly just like seeing a passerby.

　　……

Even without the endorsement of the Blackpool tribe, everyone can tell whether Tushan salt is good or bad. As the news spreads, more and more people are buying salt. In the end, it is almost the same as the robbing. The entire Blackpool trading zone is It was a sensation.

　　 Soon, the salt brought from Tushan was sold out.

　　 The mission was completed, Ye Xi and the others didn't plan to stay anymore, taking advantage of the early days, they were ready to head back to the tribe.

　　 There are too many goods in exchange for salt. Even if each Tushan soldier carries twice the amount he had when he came, he still can’t bring all the things back.

When 　　苎 saw this, he borrowed three frilled octopods from the Huosui tribe as coolies, and then barely carried all the goods.

　　 Ye Xi smiled gratefully at Ram: "Thank you, Uncle Ram."

　　苎 chuckled, and said boldly: "What's this, it's a trivial matter."

　　 Ye Xi was about to say a few more polite words. At this moment, an angry roar suddenly came from the corner of the road: "It's not good to ask you to do small things. What use is it that I want you as a slave!"

　　 Ye Xi followed the prestige.

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

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

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

　　 Once a slave tattoo is pierced, it is rarely allowed to escape from slavery.

　　 In this era of cannibalism, the words contained in this Kurosawa warrior's rage made people shudder.

　　 The thin slave got up from the ground with lame legs, hanging his head silently, making it difficult to see the look on his face.

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

　　 Is it afraid?

In primitive society, useless slaves would be cruelly treated as food. If this happened in the Tushan tribe, Ye Xi might still come forward to mediate, but the Heize tribe... Ye Xi shook his head inwardly. It's bad luck to be able to count this slave.

　　 The Blackpool warrior was angry when he saw the slave put on another expression of silence, and mocked: "Heh, are the Spike Tribe all useless goods like you? Being a slave makes people hate it!"

　　 Wolfya tribe? !

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

　　 The slave trembled when he heard this, clenched his fist, and slowly raised his head to look at his master.

　　 Kurosawa Warrior's eyes trembled when he met him.

　　 These eyes were actually blood-red, and the hatred and resentment in them were touching.

　　 "What kind of eyes are you, it seems that you really don't want to live!" The Kurosawa warrior reacted furiously, and immediately sneered. His eyes gradually became cold, and he touched the bones on his waist.

　　 "The eldest brother." A clear voice of the teenager sounded.

　　The Kurosawa warrior who was on his angry head turned his head impatiently and found a fair-skinned handsome boy in black snakeskin standing next to him, smiling and talking to him.

　　 Kurosawa warrior frowned, and at a glance he recognized this young boy as a witch disciple of the Tushan tribe.

　　 Today, the Tushan tribe is in the limelight. It produced snowflake salt, which caused a sensation in the entire trading area. With this kind of salt, the Huangfeng tribe’s long history of monopolizing salt may be turned over. The rise of the Tushan tribe is just around the corner.

　　 The other party is a witch disciple of such a tribe, and the patrol leader of the trading zone accompanies him again. The Kurosawa warrior is not easy to lose his temper, and said stiffly: "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 am missing a slave. I think he is a bit interesting, so let's sell it to me."

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

　　 This slave is really useless. He can't do anything well. He is so thin that he can't cut much meat after being slaughtered. It would be great if someone wants to buy it: "How much do you pay?"

　　 "How about two hundred catties of jerky?"

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

　　苎 frowned, and scolded: "You don't think you are too small to buy a slave for two hundred catties, don't be too much."

　　 Kurosawa Warriors are a little scared~www.NovelMTL.com~ quickly said: "Two hundred catties is two hundred catties."

Behind him, Tushan Warrior gave him two hundred catties of dried meat. The Blackpool Warrior was happy when he received the dried meat, and he didn't bother to get angry with the slave anymore, and waved at him indifferently: "Okay, you go. I will no longer be your master."

　　Since Ye Xi inserted in, this slave has turned his head down and taciturn. He can't see whether he is happy or unhappy after escaping and changing to a new master.

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

　　 He recognized that this slave turned out to be Mink, the son of the chief of the wolfya tribe.

　　 In Songcao's memory, Mink takes up a considerable proportion.

One is an orphan who has lost his father and mother, and can only rely on relatives occasionally to help him, so he can barely starve to death, and is an orphan with extremely poor talent; the other is a talented orphan who has passed the trial of reserve soldiers early and is called the future hope of Langya. The son of a chief, a character like the pride of heaven.

　　 Songcao often looks at Mink secretly with jealous and envious eyes, dreaming about how good it would be if he was a Mink.

　　 How beautiful the mink in my memory is, and the tormented bruises in front of me, the gray-headed and embarrassed mink, are so unbearable to witness.

　　 Mink obviously didn't recognize Ye Xi, and walked silently to the Tushan tribe's team.

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

　　 Now they are still in the Blackpool Tribe trading area, if Ye Xi blew herself up and recognized Mink, it would be extremely stupid. Fortunately, everyone in Tushan was not stupid, and no one said much, except that Mink was an ordinary slave, lest the ramie on the side could see anything.

　　 Everyone packed their things, and after bidding farewell to Ram, full of harvests, they set off on the road back to Tushan.