The salted fish couple is fleeing famine

Chapter 320 The master inside is as lonely as snow
In addition to the dissatisfaction of the ship merchants, the Huyan tribe also found it strange.

Today, not many people come to their tribe to exchange salt?
This is their worst business day since this year's rally.

The chief of the Lake Salt Tribe disagreed:
"Which tribe can live without our salt? As long as we have salt in our hands, they will have to beg us to exchange it!"

What they don’t know is that there are new competitors coming, and they are still buying and selling without capital, so they can exchange anything!
There is also some friendship between tribes.

One pass ten, ten pass one hundred
On the second day, in addition to the ship merchants, they also planned to go out to exchange in person. Zhongqinbo and the others did not even need to leave the camp.

Just after dawn, anxious natives came to inquire for news.

Amanlin's tongue was blistered.

This kid works so hard just because his friend’s father (Hei Wa) promised.

After this big gathering, I will give him another dagger, a very sharp one.

My father's daggers and long knives were like treasures. They were not allowed to use them on weekdays. He also wanted to have a knife of his own.

Busy from early morning to noon, their section of the entire gathering was the busiest.

The salt was quickly replaced.

If Uncle Zhongqin hadn't wanted to cast a wide net, he would have been surrounded by the first few waves of natives.

Corn, sweet potatoes and potatoes, except for what they had left to eat for the past two days, were all replaced.

With the trick of trying samples, no one can resist the temptation of these foods.

Complete sets of clothes actually became the last unsalable items.

There are many people watching, but few people changing.

The main thing is that most native men are considered civilized if they can wrap their lower bodies around.

The hottest time here is more than 30 degrees, and the cold is not less than 10 degrees. They think it is troublesome to put on clothes.

Ready-made clothes were not that easy to change, let alone silk cloth, which really made the ship merchants furious.

One after another, the indigenous people who came to ask for salt stood in front of the tent and struggled with Amanlin.

"Don't worry, if you want more salt, you can go to our jungle tribe. Our friends still have a lot of salt at home, which can be enough for you to exchange for ten large gatherings!"

"Is this true? Can I go to your jungle tribe to exchange it?" There has not been a situation in which salt can be easily exchanged for decades. The indigenous people confirmed it over and over again.

"Yes, our friends don't want prey or grass seeds! We just want yellow bumps and heads like this. The bigger the stone, the more it will cost!" Not only did Amanlin himself serve as the messenger, Chief Amu was also pulled out as a guarantee by him.

"How much do you want? It's not hard to dig up yellow lumps!" It doesn't matter if you have salt. The equal exchange in their concept breaks the balance. What good things are yellow lumps and stones? !

"True to my word, as long as you have it, just exchange it! You can also exchange these delicious and filling roots, and I can teach you how to grow them!" It feels good to be a good person, and Amanlin feels that he can understand the feelings of his friends.

"Let's go back to the tribe with this good news and let the tribesmen look for these yellow bumps and stones." The indigenous people still believed the guarantee of the chief of the largest tribe.

"Our tribe is leaving too. The damned black-hearted Salt Lake Tribe makes us bring the fattest prey every year. The babies of our tribe will all starve to death!"

"Let's make enough changes this time, and we will never be bullied by the Lake Salt Tribe again!"

The thinking of the indigenous people is simple. Those who treat me well are friends, and those who bully us and make us unable to deal with them are enemies!

The Huyan tribe belatedly realized that something was seriously wrong.

Today, no tribe came to our tribe to exchange salt, so we sent a group of tribesmen out to take a look.

When they came back, they were all filled with indignation:
"Chief, a group of outsiders have come. I don't know where they came from. They have a lot of salt in their hands, which sounds better than our salt. Other tribes have gone to them!" "This is not putting our Salt Lake tribe on the map. In your eyes! Chief, I want to teach those guys a lesson for actually coming to steal our goods!"

The best goods from other tribes should belong to them, this is the old rule for decades!
Hei Wa and others, who had already closed the stall, were surrounded by thousands of natives that evening.

He was so aggressive that he had everything in his hand.

It’s true that the person who came here is evil!

Qing Er stood in front of Uncle Zhong Qin, holding a long machete in his hand.

Amanlin stepped forward to negotiate: "What do you want to do?"

This guy is the one who shows off his power. He is full of momentum and very arrogant.

"Kid, get out of here, where did this weird guy come from, and what kind of animal skin is he wearing? If you dare to ruin our deal, we will fight with you!"

Amanlin, who had seen Hei Wa and the others' power, was not afraid at all.

He also said proudly: "You will definitely not be able to defeat them. Neither the Lion Tribe nor the Warthog Tribe can defeat them. If you lose, don't cry."

This kid is too hateful!
Before he could finish speaking, the ten most powerful men from the Salt Lake tribe rushed over.

But the strongest man in their tribe is not as tall as Qing Er's Kuchikwo.

In the blink of an eye, he moved his steps and met the approaching natives. Qingji didn't even use a knife.

He only used his feet, or his legs to be precise, just a few times.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

He immediately kicked a dozen natives away.

Parabola-like and precise, one after another, they landed in a large sand pit dozens of steps away from them.

This is the sand pit that the navy and others have used to throw away garbage in the past two days. You can imagine how unpleasant the smell is.

These guys who fell into the sand pit kept shouting.

Qing Er, a great master inside, is as lonely as snow.

Since they followed Uncle Zhongqin, they haven't had many fights.

He and Qing Yi were among the top twenty guards in the imperial palace.

It can be seen that the emperor Xia Hongdi really spent a lot of money on his beloved.

The internal kung fu master and ten strong indigenous men won the first round!
Amanlin and a dozen of his brothers were starry-eyed and applauded, wow! Master, this is a master.

In the words of my friends: Daxia Kung Fu!
The chief of the Lake Salt Tribe was trembling with fear when he saw his people unable to get up after being kicked away.

The natives paused in their forward movement and quickly stepped back.

They didn't even dare to go and pull out the clan members from the garbage pit.

If the strongest warrior in the tribe cannot defeat anyone else, then the chief of the Lake Salt Tribe himself cannot be defeated, let alone him.

A weak chicken!
His chieftainship was also passed down to him by his father, and he usually only makes salt.

Amanlin crossed his little hands and hugged his arms. He learned this from the soldiers in the Navy.

(End of this chapter)