I’m Cooking the Behemoth in the Primitive World

Jiao Ningchuan was born in a group of unicorn pink horse beasts. Since childhood, he has traveled north and south. Now he is in his thirties. He has seen a lot of wind and rain and understood a lot of truth.

Guo Zi'an said that he didn't care, but Jiao Ningchuan still took a small pink cloth bag and packed some Vulcan stones as a gift. No matter how good it is, it is still not the truth.

When Guo Zian saw the cloth bag, his eyes suddenly brightened, "Is this cloth? Is there any more?"

He was still worried about weaving. Now that he saw such a cloth bag, he only felt that he was not far away from wearing the clothes of this world.

"This..." Jiao Ningchuan hesitated for a moment, but decided to sell it to Guo Zian. "This is of course."

With that said, Jiaoningchuan turned to Tongtong and said, "Tongtong, take out all the corner bags."

Jiao Ning Chuan was standing outside the booth, so it was not as easy to get it as Tong Tong sitting in the booth.

"I don't." Tongtong stared at Jiao Ning Chuan, "We don't have a few horn bags, so why give them all the horn bags."

The shape of the corner bag is conical, which is very similar to the corner.

"Take it out." Jiaoning Chuan frowned, and Tongtong became obedient and took out the horn bag reluctantly.

Guo Zi'an was a little disappointed seeing the appearance of the horn bag. These horn pockets are very small, and the largest horn pocket is a little bigger than a palm. Needless to say, the production is rough, all kinds of thread ends are on it, and the manual traces are very obvious. Moreover, each bag is a matte and tender color, which makes Guo Zian very depressed.

He would rather die in animal skins than go out in this pink dress. You can make a set of pink pajamas in the house.

Guo Zi'an handed the horn bag back. Seeing the missing corner bags, Tong Tong quickly embraced him, even the warning look in Jiao Ning Chuan's eyes was not good.

Guo Zi'an asked Jiao Ningchuan, "Is there a bigger bag?"

Worrying about the situation just now, Guo Zi'an took out the cane sugar, "I would like to use cane sugar for the big horn bags, and the way of making cane sugar can also be changed."

When Ye Feimiao heard Guo Zian's willingness to change the way of making cane sugar, her eyes were almost rounded. But the formula of sucrose was Guo Zian's, and one of his helpers had no right to interfere with Guo Zian's decision.

When Jiao Ningchuan saw cane sugar and the cane tube containing cane sugar, he knew it was a Vulcan stone.

Reminiscing about Tongtong's words just now, he tasted this cane sugar, which is better than the Vulcan stone of their ethnic group. At this entrance, Jiaoning Chuan suddenly felt the difference.

Jiaoningchuan is the male orc who knows how to make the Vulcan stone among the unicorn pink horse beasts, and his sense of taste is more sensitive than ordinary people. Both sucrose and vulcanite are sweet, but the sucrose has been filtered and is so sweet that it melts in the mouth without impurities.

This cane candy is much better than the Vulcan stone. No matter which aspect.

And the other party actually wants to exchange the big corner bag with the method of making cane sugar. In any case, they made money.

Jiaoningchuan made a decision immediately, saying: "Wait a minute, I will discuss with the priest of my clan."

He did not ask Guo Zi'an to leave her address, but asked Guo Zi'an to stay here to avoid being snatched by other ethnic groups.

It is not difficult to make corner bags, as long as there are raw materials, anyone can make them. The nomads survive by crafts and bartering, and this horn bag is naturally one of the nomads' crafts.

With Guo Zian's promise, Jiao Ningchuan left quickly.

Tongtong looked at Jiao Ning Chuan who hurriedly left, her cheeks bulged slightly. I thought angrily that his Vulcan stone was no worse than that sugar.

When Guo Zian saw Tongtong's expression, he knew what Tongtong was thinking. Especially the appearance of Tongtong's pink pony tail fluttering back and forth, reminded him of the bored Bai Shanjun.

Guo Zi'an put a piece of cane sugar on the lid of the cane and handed it to Tongtong, "Try it."

When Tongtong saw what was handed over, she wanted to try the cane sugar which is better than the Vulcan Stone, but she refused with a bone, "No. I can't eat your things, I didn't trade with you."

He is a good businessman, and the purpose of a good businessman is fair trade. He can change as many things as he puts in the labor, and he cannot take advantage of others for nothing.

"You want to trade." Guo Zi'an looked at the child in front of him and said with a smile, "In this way, if you let me touch your horns, I will give you a piece of cane sugar, how about?"

Tongtong's face suddenly turned red, and her expression was struggling as she embraced her pink horns with her two small hands.

He felt it was okay to be touched. But the priest said that the horns of the unicorn pink horse orcs are very special. They can only be used when fighting, and they can only be touched by their females. But if he doesn't touch the corners, he will not be able to eat the sucrose that is more delicious than the Vulcan, and he cannot improve the method of making the Vulcan.

Tongtong looked around, the stall owner on the far left was dozing off, and the stall owner on the far right was focused on sharpening the knife. No one paid attention to him.

Tongtong was sure he was safe, and cautiously put his head in front of Guo Zi'an, with his eyes still alert to the surroundings, and said in a low voice: "Just go down, you touch it quietly."

Guo Zi'an just thought it was fun to see this kid who was not as tall as his thigh.

He didn't think sucrose was a valuable item, so he gave it as soon as he gave it. What I said just now was just to amuse the children. I don't want the children to take it seriously, and they are so cautious, as if they are doing something that is not necessarily human.

This kid is so cute, I really want to take one back and raise it.

Guo Zi'an touched the pink corner. Although he touched it, the peculiar touch still made him rub his palm with aftertaste.

The pink horn is spiral, looks very smooth, cold at first, but with the touch of life. It is difficult for Guo Zian to describe what he is touching, living jade? The shell of an insect? Or the conch that has been polished clean and comfortable? But I don't hate this kind of touch.

Guo Zi'an gave a piece of cane sugar as promised, and also deliberately picked the big one.

"No, I can't ask for such a big one." Tongtong waved her hand and rightly refused. He just got touched, not worthy of a piece of cane sugar larger than his uncle's.

After negotiation, Tongtong got a small piece of cane sugar the size of a fingernail.

Tongtong held the cane sugar with those small hands and looked at it in surprise. The sucrose looks like a dark brown lump, but when it is shining in the sun, the corners are very transparent. Some places are still wrapped in bubbles. For Tongtong who saw cane sugar for the first time, this kind of cane sugar is very magical.

Tongtong put the small cane sugar into his mouth. He ate a lot of sweet taste, but the small cane sugar melted in his mouth, and after a while, the cane sugar was gone. Unlike the Vulcan stone, when you encounter a Vulcan stone of poor quality, your mouth is full of charcoal slag.

"It's delicious." Tongtong sighed.

"It's delicious. Our cane sugar is much better than the Vulcan Stone." Ye Feimiao and You Rongyan. Most cane sugar has his labor.

Tongtong's cheeks bulged again, although he didn't want to admit it, but he who had tasted cane sugar couldn't say anything better than the Vulcan Stone.

Tongtong stroked the ground with his feet in straw sandals, awkwardly, "It's better."

Seeing the delicate straw sandals on Tongtong's feet, Guo Zian thought that besides the fabric, he had something to change.

"Do you change this kind of straw sandals?" Guo Zian asked.

Those straw sandals are sandals made of grass and look very light. Guo Zi'an wears wooden clogs and feels uncomfortable.

"Straw shoes? We don't need to change this, we can do it." Ye Feimiao quickly stopped Guo Zian's wasteful behavior.

"Really?" It's not that Guo Zi'an doesn't believe it, but that people like Bai Shanjun and Yuan Jinyu hardly wear shoes.

Guo Zi'an said this to Bai Shanjun several times, and Bai Shanjun did change it, but after becoming Bai Dahu, the shoes could no longer be worn.

"Yes, yes, but straw shoes are not easy to wear, and they are not comfortable with clogs." Ye Feimiao was afraid that Guo Zi'an would not believe it, and continued, "Go back and let Yuan Jinyu make a pair for you. You'll know if you try it."

Seeing Ye Feimiao said so, Guo Zian could only give up.

While they were talking, Jiao Ningchuan brought an old man with white hair toward them. This person should be the priest of the unicorn pink horse animal group.

The primitive world is dangerous, the mortality rate is high, and the life expectancy can reach 50 is already very good, and the gray hair is a symbol of longevity.

The old priest was a polite person. After seeing Guo Zian bowed his head to Guo Zian and introduced himself, he started talking about business.

The old priest's name is Jiao Ji Xing. It is not convenient to call his name directly when he is old, so foreigners also call him Jiao Ji Xing. The horn priest carefully took out a half-woven horn bag from the animal skin bag, and said: "This is a horn bag made with the strength of our entire clan. It is only that big today. If we dislike it, we can make it a little bigger. It’s just that this time has to wait another year."

It is said to be the power of the whole family, but this corner bag is only as long as an arm, and the weaving method cannot cut it from the middle to make clothes. Even if it is used to make clothes, with such a little cloth, at most two socks can be made.

Guo Zi'an organized a few words and asked: "If you wait a year, how much bigger can you make?"

The horn priest thought for a while, and said: "Adding the tail hair of our entire clan, there should be so much more."

Looking at the action, it is probably two-thirds longer than the current length.

Guo Zi'an was first shocked by the pitiful size, and then realized a strange word. When Ye Feimiao asked aside, Guo Zian realized that the material for woven horn bags turned out to be the pony tails of these male orcs. It's no wonder that the tail grows slowly for so long a year.

And he was wondering just now, why the adult horn Ning Chuan does not have a tail, but the child Tongtong has a pony tail. Only now did I know that this tail hair was used as a horn bag.

Guo Zian felt uncomfortable thinking that he would wear other people's tail hair on his body.

Guo Zi'an could only refuse the deal, but he still used cane sugar to exchange some dry goods at the stalls of the horn priests, and he also left some cane sugar for the horn priests to study slowly.

Back at his booth, Ye Feimiao immediately greeted Yuan Jinyu to make a pair of straw sandals, and said with certainty and confidence that Yuan Jinyu’s craftsmanship is a hundred times better than that of the nomadic group, and he must find any kind of craftsmanship. The original Jin Yu.

Yuan Jinyu was given a job and was praised again. He was not happy or unhappy, but he felt that Ye Feimiao was still as unhappy as ever.

The distributed cane sugar finally opened the door. After Guo Zian returned to the stall, stall owners came up one after another, expressing their desire to exchange cane sugar.

The black cow male orc Niu Yangmu also brought the tribesmen up. Two of the male orcs were holding animal skins. Seeing the large shading hide on Guo Zian's head, he didn't dare to speak, and hugged the skins quickly. go away.

All such large animal skins were put out to waste, which shows that this is a female who does not lack animal skins.

Several male orcs stood loosely in front of Guo Zi'an's booth, and there was no shortage of these two. He didn't care about the people who left, and while asking Ye Feimiao and Yuan Jinyu, he watched what the male orc brought over in exchange.

Guo Zi'an doesn't want precious stones or beautiful feathers. What he wants is practical things, things that are not on the Baishanjun site. Like the branches that can be used to brush your teeth, the medicinal materials to stop bleeding, the night pearl that can shine at night, and the flint that can make fire.

In order to exchange cane sugar, the nomads have come up with all kinds of rare things, many of which have not even seen the original Jinyu, and the price is unknown.

Guo Zi'an is a generous, good-quality and favorite thing, so he gives more cane sugar. There is a kind of boldness that is hard to buy for a daughter.

Poor Ye Feimiao persuaded him, but Guo Zian didn't take it seriously.

When there was no one at the stall, half of the sugar was replaced.

The original Jin Yu watched Guo Zi'an, who was happily fiddling with things, and whispered: "Now that I have changed so many, when other ethnic groups come, there will be no sugar cane."

The cultivation of green-skinned sugarcane is not big, so you have to leave some sugar to eat yourself. Even if there are many things that cane sugar can be exchanged, Guo Zian will not take these out again.

Guo Zi'an didn't feel nervous at all. Seeing that there are no outsiders in the attachment, he also gave a bit of information, "Don't worry. Without cane sugar, I can still make soy sauce, dried bananas, garlic chili sauce, and salted bird eggs. This little horse can also be used as a replacement. There’s really nothing to sell. I’ll hunt a few prey nearby, get some skins, and some bones, so I can still exchange something."

He used to worry about money in modern society. The resources in this world are almost inexhaustible.

Ye Feimiao remembered Guo Zian's combat effectiveness and stopped talking.

Yuan Jinyu thought of Guo Zian's craftsmanship, and lost his voice.

Thousands of words, turned into one word, "Oh~~~~~"

Who told them to cook.

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