Jiang Xue looked at him in surprise: "Uncle Song, this is the first time I've heard you praise someone!"

Asongbo smiled. The bamboo sticks in his hand were particularly obedient. His fingers flew up and down, guiding the bamboo sticks to be arranged tightly, and then he kept hammering them tightly with his homemade wooden hammer.

Jiang Xue's eyes widened. "Uncle Song, how did you come up with the idea of ​​using a wooden hammer to tighten the bamboo strips?"

"Hey, it's still not the same. When I was making a backpack before, I always felt it wasn't tight enough. Later, when I was making straw sandals, I found that to make them tight, I still had to use this thing to beat them, so I thought I would give it a try. And you know what, this thing works much better than pulling it hard with my hands."

"Your hands won't get hurt!" another old man added.

Only then did Jiang Xue realize that almost everyone of them had a wooden hammer.

How does that old saying go?

The master leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you!

I just showed them a way, and they gave me such a big surprise!

It turns out that old ginger is still spicy!

Since they are going to make a batch of pottery for the Bashan people, they have been working extra hard on making the raw pottery these days.

If it weren't for the weather, they would have already fired the first batch of pottery this year.

But the weather is not good!

After staying in the tribe for three days, the weather showed no sign of clearing up, so Jiang Xue decided not to wait any longer.

"Mufeng, we can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, Sangyang and the others will probably return from the Bluebird Tribe."

If I don't have pottery to give them, and they learn my skills, I will be the one crying.

Mu Feng has been thinking about this matter these days. Although the weather was not good, they still chopped a lot of firewood in the rain and stacked it neatly in the firewood shed next to the pottery kiln.

"Since you think so, let's not wait any longer and start making pottery today."

There's no point in waiting any longer.

Anyway, this batch of goods is to be given to Sang Yang and his men. The sooner they are burned, the sooner they can be delivered. In this way, even if Sang Yang comes back from the Blue Bird Tribe in the future, he can send them off one day earlier.

It takes ten days to fire this pottery. With their current firing rate, the number of broken pottery is getting smaller and smaller.

The tribe's newly fired pottery piled up more and more. Jiang Xue was kind-hearted. Since Sang Yang had done her such a great favor, she planned to give them a few more pottery bowls.

Perhaps because they were becoming more experienced, the firing temperature of pottery bowls was much higher than that of large pottery such as basins and pots.

Almost a month after the tribe stopped using pottery, they started using pottery bowls again.

Vanilla took the ceramic bowl that was given to her and couldn't wait to scoop up some water and drink it: "Water tastes sweeter when you drink it from a bowl."

Jiang Xue just smiled when she heard that. She didn't play with them anymore - the small stove she made casually was also put into the kiln today.

If it doesn't get out of hand for long, this small stove will be of great use in the future.

The stove had been built long ago, and now the clay pot had reappeared in the Snake Tribe. When Aunt Cao and the others cooked soup, they no longer had to worry about spilling it by mistake.

It was not until the twenty-seventh day that Sang Yang and his companions appeared in the Snake Tribe again.

Not only did they exchange all their salt, they also gave Jiang Xue a big gift - two yellow cows, one male and one female.

Jiang Xue almost jumped up when she saw the cow.

Awesome!

Isn’t it said that only the “Turan Tribe” of the grassland tribe could have cows? How did these two cows get to the Bluebird Tribe?

Faced with the questions she raised, Sang Yang had no answer.

"We didn't actually see any cows when we got there, but just as we were about to leave, the Black Water Tribe suddenly drove over these two cows. Seeing they looked a lot like the cows you were talking about, I swapped with them."

"So how much salt did you spend? I'll give it to you later."

Sang Yang suddenly stopped talking and just stared at her for a long time. After a long while, he said, "Axue, what I told you before is still valid. If you agree, I can give you these two cows as long as you are willing to come with me."

Jiang Xue's expression suddenly changed. She said in a resounding voice, "Young Clan Leader, please stop saying these things. It's impossible for you and I to be together, and I also can't possibly go with you."

She glanced at the sheepfolds, pig pens, trenches, thorn walls, pavilions, bamboo houses, and the small ditch that used to flow in front of the bamboo houses in the Snake Tribe, which were built with her own hands or under her guidance.

I have lived here for so long and spent so much effort to build the poor Snake Tribe into what it is today. Only those who have experienced it can understand the pain and bitterness.

"Are you really unwilling to reconsider this?"

"I don't have anything to think about this matter. I will pretend I didn't hear it today, and please don't mention it again in the future."

Jiang Xue didn't want to have too much interaction with him. "I have something else to do. Let Mu Feng take care of the pottery inventory in person. Goodbye."

Looking at Jiang Xue's receding figure, Sang Yang's face turned pale.

He had never been so attentive to a woman, nor had he ever been so obsessed with a woman, but in the end...

He forced out a bitter smile that was uglier than crying. Facing the cheerful Mu Feng, he felt as if his heart had been ripped out and stomped on the ground. The pain that penetrated his bones and marrow quickly spread throughout his body.

"I wonder how much salt the young patriarch spent on these two cows?"

Mu Feng saw Sang Yang's distraught look. He straightened his chest and looked at him like a winner.

"Not much. We spent forty bags of salt on the two cows."

Although Sang Yang's heart was aching, he still forced himself to cheer up and gave a signature smile in response to Mu Feng's question.

Mu Feng was a little confused for a moment.

Before leaving, Jiang Xue told him that when she exchanged salt with him in the Bluebird Tribe, the price was "one bowl for two bags of salt".

But he asked for forty bags of salt right away. Isn’t that too expensive?

Uh, wait, how many bowls are forty packets of salt?

Also, he gave me twenty bags of salt on credit before, how many bowls does he want?

No one in the tribe knows anything about arithmetic, so they can only rely on Jiang Xue.

As a last resort, he had to ask someone to ask Jiang Xue to come out of seclusion again.

Jiang Xue did not show up, but just asked someone to tell Mu Feng that forty bags of salt were twenty bowls, and the previous twenty bags of salt were ten bowls, so she only needed to give them thirty bowls.

Or ten clay pots.

This price was previously agreed upon in the Bluebird Tribe. My price wouldn't change, and neither would theirs. Of course, since they had happily sold me salt on credit, I could give them a free clay pot or three clay bowls in return.

As for whether he wants it or not, that is their business.

As long as your heart is there, that's enough.

When Mu Feng heard Jiang Xue say this to him, he immediately understood what was going on.

So, the classic trading scene appeared again.

——You give me two packets of salt and I will give you a bowl.