In front of everyone, Sang Yang poured all the salt onto the stall in their camp. Seeing the white salt piled up all over the ground, Jiang Xue's eyes were blinded.
Jiang Xue murmured, "Such good salt, aren't you afraid it'll get ruined by the rain?"
Mu Feng reached out and touched the back of her head: "What are you thinking? They have their own way of preserving it."
Jiang Xue lamented, "No matter how good the method is, it's not as useful as our clay pot. As long as we get the right lid for the pot when we get back and fill it with salt, it won't get wet no matter how heavy the rain."
Mu Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Axue, what did you say? A clay pot can hold salt?"
Jiang Xue nodded: "Of course. It's just that most of the bowls we brought out this time are ceramic bowls, but ceramic bowls are also good for storing salt."
In comparison, the tools they use to store salt are quite diverse.
Some are wrapped directly with animal skins, some are wrapped with leaves such as banana leaves, and some are more particular and use bamboo tubes.
However, only a few tribes used bamboo tubes, and no one used pottery bowls like the Snake Tribe did.
Jiang Xue made up her mind that she would cooperate with the people of the Bashan tribe.
The Bashan people can produce salt and make pottery. If the two tribes join forces, it may bring more substantial benefits to both tribes.
Thinking of this, she pulled Ah Qing and walked towards the Bashan tribe’s camp.
"How do you exchange your salt?"
Sang Yang looked up at her and said, "I wonder what you can offer in exchange?"
When Jiang Xue came over, she picked up a ceramic bowl and waved it in front of him: "I want to use this ceramic bowl to exchange for your salt."
Sang Yang took the bowl from her hand, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully: "This bowl is very light."
"Of course. This is the latest product our tribe has developed. I see you've got your salt lying on the ground. What are you going to do if it rains? Aren't you afraid of getting soaked?"
Sang Yang smiled and pointed to the animal skins piled up behind him: "We have a lot of animal skins, so we can just wrap them carefully when the time comes."
"inappropriate."
"What's wrong?"
"In my opinion, it's not as good as a bowl." Jiang Xue said, and took the bowl back from his hand. She scooped a full bowl of salt from the pile of salt and handed it to him again.
"Using this thing? That's a good idea." Sang Yang's eyes lit up, and then he said playfully, "But if it rains, it won't be of much use."
Hearing what he said, Jiang Xue laughed. Her smile was bright and charming, and it was very touching. "How about this, we will make a batch of clay pots with lids for you. Then you will know whether they are useful or not."
Sang Yang frowned: "Ceramic jar?"
"We not only have pottery jars, we also have pottery pots." Jiang Xue pointed to her campsite and said, "Do you see the pottery on the campfire over there? That's a pottery pot."
Sang Yang looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough, there was a piece of burnt black pottery on the campfire.
"What's that for?"
"Make soup." Jiang Xue explained, "You probably live by the sea, right? There are a lot of seafood on the seashore that can be used to make soup." She glanced at the shell necklace around his neck.
I just took a look from a distance and didn't recognize what kind of shell was on his neck. Now that I look closer, I find that there are many kinds of shells on his neck, but most of them are shallow sea shells.
If I'm not mistaken, the conch hanging on the necklace should be a crown conch.
The crown conch is one of the four most famous conchs in the world, and yet he just hung it around his neck like that!
"I think you guys eat a lot of seafood. How do you eat it?"
Sang Yang touched the string of shells around his neck and said, "We roast them over the fire before eating them."
Damn! This is such a waste!
Jiang Xue sighed: "If you have a pot, seafood is better cooked."
Sang Yang was obviously a foodie. When he heard that it tasted better cooked, he immediately couldn't sit still. "Seriously? How about I trade you a bag of salt for a clay pot?"
Swap salt for a clay pot?
Jiang Xue yelled "YES" in her heart, but she was still conflicted. "But our tribe only made a few pots, and we only brought one this time. If you want some, we'll have to wait until we get back and make a few more."
After saying that, she looked at him hesitantly.
When Sang Yang heard that she only brought a clay pot with her this time, he looked very disappointed, but he quickly said, "If what you said is true, how about I give you two bags of salt in exchange for a pot?"
Ah Qing stared at Jiang Xue with wide eyes.
She was very surprised. Even a goat could only be exchanged for one bag of salt. She really didn't expect that such a clay pot made of mud could be exchanged for two bags of salt!
"Three bags of salt for a pot!" Jiang Xue deliberately pondered for a while, and finally spoke: "You may not know that our pottery pots take too long to make, and we can't guarantee that they will be made well every time. If there are any fewer, we won't have enough time to make stone knives."
Sang Yang looked at her in confusion: "What does this have to do with the stone knife?"
Jiang Xue looked around and said, "I can tell you, but you can't let anyone else know, not even your own people."
Sang Yang nodded: "Okay, I promise you, I will never tell anyone."
Jiang Xue came closer to him and whispered something, and then Ah Qing saw the look of enlightenment on Sang Yang's face.
"If that's the case, then I was inconsiderate. How about this? I'll exchange three bags for a pot as you said. We can also exchange large quantities of bowls like yours. I wonder how many bowls you have?"
"More than a hundred," Jiang Xue said without hesitation. "We can also give you a few backpacks to carry the bowls." She then looked down at their feet and added, "I'll also give you a pair of straw sandals."
After all, they are people who deal with salt all year round, so except for Sangyang, all the other people of the Bashan ethnic group have more or less ulcers on their feet.
Sang Yang was confused: "What straw sandals?"
"Ah Qing, go back and get a pair."
Ah Qing left quickly, and when she came back and placed a pair of exquisite straw sandals in front of Sang Yang, Sang Yang was completely bewildered: "What are these for?"
"Wear them on your feet, like us." Jiang Xue handed him the straw sandals and said, "You can try them on first."
Sang Yang sat on the ground and put on his straw sandals, then took two steps and said, "Hey, it's really nice, just like walking on a soft beach."
When Jiang Xue heard the word "beach" suddenly come out of his mouth, she almost jumped up.
They are indeed a tribe living by the sea!
Otherwise, how could he possibly say the word "beach"!
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