I became the god of light.

Chapter 287

In the early morning, not only did they wake up diligently, the others even got up earlier than the three of them.

The three looked towards the road, and saw furs of different colors on the ground, with many strange items on them.

They were startled, and while there were still some vacant seats left, they quickly ran over and started setting up stalls in a hurry.

Since they didn't bring any animal skins, they had no choice but to take an animal skin coat and put it on the ground, and then took out the contents of the storage bag one by one.

Snowflake salt, assorted snow white china, some peppers, ginger.

After putting all these things on the animal skins, it didn't take long for people to watch.

A middle-aged man wearing a thick animal skin with some dirt on his body came along with a female clansman. The man pointed to the salt on the animal skin curiously and said, "What is this? It looks pretty."

Kuang explained, "This is a specialty of our tribe, snowflake salt."

Following his various introductions, the man and woman cast surprised glances at him, not only the two of them, but also the other people who heard it beside him.

"Is that true?" the woman asked in amazement.

She couldn't believe that the white thing on the animal skin turned out to be salt?
Compared with the black and yellow salt, this snow-white one is like a different kind. It not only looks very clean, but also has an extraordinary degree of fineness.

Next to the stall of the three of Mao, in front of a stall, a young man with a round face and ordinary appearance sneered, "I don't believe it!"

"Look at mine, his looks like salt!"

As he said that, he proudly pointed to a jar of yellow, rough salt on his stall.

"This is produced by our Yan tribe. Not only does it have a very light bitter taste, but the color is also very beautiful. Even the Thunder tribe uses our salt!"

"Five first-level faith crystals, you can get such a jar!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, and a tall and strong man said in surprise, "It turned out to be the Yan tribe?!"

Someone next to him was puzzled and asked a question. The tall and strong man looked around and explained.

"Most of the salt we eat comes from the Yanda tribe. The salt produced by them is good or bad. Looking at the salt in this jar, it should be the best salt in the Yanda tribe."

"I see!"

The crowd suddenly realized that they looked at the round-faced young man with awe mixed in their eyes, and looked at the yellow salt with longing in their eyes.

Yan tribe produces the best quality salt, it must be very good!
The smile on the face of the round-faced youth Baishi was a little bit swayed by the eyes.

He proudly turned his head to look at the three spears, "Your salt looks better and thinner than our tribe's. I don't believe there is better than our tribe's!"

"Even if yours looks better, it certainly doesn't taste as good as ours!"

Of course, he spared no effort to promote his own salt. Like this kind of competing tribes, they didn't know how many tribes they killed.

Apart from the fact that their own salt is indeed better, the rest is the strength of the tribe.

He secretly sneered.

"You can try it." Li glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Okay, then I'll try it!" With a disdainful attitude, Baishi squeezed out some snowflake salt with his fingers, and then put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.

"This is?" His eyes widened as soon as he entered.

"What's wrong?"

The people around were staring at him closely, and they were all surprised to see him like this, thinking that there was something wrong with the snowflake salt.

Think about it too, how could there be such white salt, it looks very weird.

However, before she could speak, Baishi murmured in astonishment, "It's really salt!"

real?
All the onlookers were stunned, and looked at the snow-white salt in surprise. Is there really such a color of salt?
Before they could ask, Baishi had a face full of disbelief, "Why doesn't this salt have a bitter taste!"

Although the voice was small, it was heard by the people around.

What, no bitterness?
Unbelievable gazes fixed on Xuehuayan.

They were more surprised by the lack of bitterness than by the color.

They know that even the salt of the Yan tribe has a bitter taste, but this snow-white salt does not. What does this mean?
This is definitely beyond Rock Tribe, the best salt out there!
Even the members of the Yan tribe were shocked after eating it, so one can imagine how good the salt is.

"This salt should be expensive, right?" Some people's eyes showed longing, but they hesitated because of the possible high price.

Salt is a precious item, even in the Thunder Tribe, not everyone can use salt unscrupulously, on the contrary they are very economical.

The Thunder tribe is like this, not to mention their small tribes, the value of salt is almost the same as the fruit bestowed by gods.

Kuang grinned and said, "It's not expensive, a small bowl of ten faith crystals."

As he spoke, he pointed to a small white porcelain bowl, and gestured to the people who gradually gathered around.

Subconsciously looking at Xiaowan, everyone was stunned again.

This bowl is nothing, they have all seen it before, but the one in front of them is different, not only as white as salt, but also very delicate and smooth.

Surprised, a man knelt down and touched the small bowl.

"Smooth!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"Let me touch it!"

After a while, the crowd scrambled to touch the bowl, all with surprise on their faces.

Another precious thing that has never been seen before!
They couldn't help wondering, what kind of tribe was it that produced these two things?
"How many crystals do you need for this bowl?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"Same amount as salt," said Spear.

After pondering for a while, everyone felt that it was very cheap. Although it was much more expensive than ordinary salt and bowls, it was worth the money after all, and no one thought it was unreasonable.

"Give me a bowl of salt!" Someone gritted his teeth and decided.

"Okay!" Kuang and the three looked at each other and smiled.

Soon the people around couldn't wait to start their hands, lest they be gone if they were a little slower.

Shiraishi looked angry.

Even if his family's salt was cheaper, the staring gazes of this meeting disappeared, and they were all attracted by the salt of the three people next to him, and he was also ignored by others.

The situation made him turn green and white.

It's a pity that the crowd won't stop because of his anger. Instead, they fight more and more fiercely.
In just a blink of an eye, the salt and bowls that the spear carried were sold out, and 320 first-level faith crystals were harvested.

"It's gone? Why don't you bring some more?"

"That's right!"

Those who didn't buy it complained one after another.

Kuang said apologetically, "We only brought so much. If you want to trade a lot, you can go to our Yanhuang tribe."

"Yanhuang tribe?"

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they secretly wrote down the name of the tribe, planning to go to the Thunder tribe to inquire about the location later.

Then go back and discuss with the priest or leader, and you can trade salt and this kind of bowl in large quantities.

Of course, apart from those who want to trade normally, there are also those who have greed in their eyes and want to sway their ideas.

(End of this chapter)