Facts have proved that primitive people are big foodies. For such a big jar of mutton offal soup, except for Han Cheng who tasted a little, the rest of the people from the Green Bird tribe did not touch it. The twenty-nine of them ate it up completely without leaving anything!

Even so, there were still several guys who, while holding their bloated stomachs, stuck out their tongues to lick the bowls in their hands clean. After licking their own bowls, they were not satisfied and asked for their companions' bowls to lick until they were as clean as if they had been washed with water, not stopping at all, not afraid of bloating themselves to death.

Han Cheng turned his head away, unable to bear to look any further. If he did, he was worried that he would not be able to suppress the urge to hit someone.

These bowls have to be kept separate!

Anyone from the Qingque tribe who dares to eat like this or use these bowls must be kicked!

The leaders of the Sheep Tribe and the Green Tribe each held a small jar and were unwilling to let go.

This small jar is filled with pure white salt.

At first, they didn't dare to touch them with their hands, fearing that they would melt like snow. After hesitating for a long time, they tentatively touched them with their hands.

The leader of the Green Tribe pulled his hand out of the jar and looked at the snow-like thing inside the jar. He looked a little excited, as if he had seen bowls of steaming delicious food.

Although the salt on the surface of the jar had changed color due to his hands that had not been washed for who knows how long, in his eyes, the charm of these things had not diminished in the slightest.

"Salt!"

He repeated the name he had just heard from the tribal leader. Although he found it a bit difficult to pronounce, he did not have too many other thoughts. After all, he had never come across these before.

"Salt!"

The leader of the Sheep Tribe looked at the snow-white substance in the jar in his hand and couldn't help but repeat it.

Han Cheng held back his laughter when he heard the rather difficult-to-understand words from the leaders of the Green Tribe and the Sheep Tribe. Well, he had led two tribes astray again.

In fact, the Mandarin words they can speak include not only the word "salt" which they have just learned, but also "jar, pottery, and jar".

These are all new things I came into contact with from the Qingque tribe.

The leaders of the Sheep Tribe and the Green Tribe were a little nervous, but they were unwilling to put down the jars of salt in their hands.

They were worried because the salt in their hands was too precious. When cooking soup, they only needed to add some to it and the soup would become extra delicious.

Pottery was precious enough in their eyes, and salt was packaged in pottery, so you can imagine how precious it was.

Considering the many things they spent in exchange for the pottery, they would naturally feel uneasy when faced with this precious salt.

It is obviously impossible to just ask them to give up the salt.

The biggest reason they exchanged for pottery was the delicious and nostalgic broth. After learning that salt was what made the soup delicious, they certainly refused to give it up.

"Salt!"

After a moment of silence, the leader of the Sheep Tribe pointed at a lamb that was being skinned, shook two fingers, patted the salt jar in his hand, and spoke.

It means exchanging two lambs for a jar of salt.

In his opinion, this jar of salt was definitely more valuable than two lambs that were very common in their tribe.

Worried that the senior brother would raise the price, after telling him what he wanted to exchange, he immediately took out three bowls and a pottery jar from the pottery they had exchanged earlier and pushed them in front of the senior brother.

This was what he had previously exchanged for two lambs.

Han Cheng, who had been watching the development of the situation not far away, could not help but sniff after seeing the actions of the Sheep Tribe leader.

Three bowls and a pottery jar are very precious to the Sheep Tribe, but for the Green Bird Tribe, two lambs are too much of a difference! After all, the Green Bird Tribe has already popularized pottery.

The leader of the Green Tribe looked at the three pottery bowls and a pottery jar taken out by the leader of the Sheep Tribe, and then looked at the only pottery jar and two large pottery jars in his own tribe. He was very confused for a moment.

Just as he was about to ask someone to fetch the grass spikes and furs that they had hidden some distance away from the Qingque tribe, the eldest senior brother spoke up.

After seeing that the Sheep Tribe was willing to exchange two lambs for a jar of salt, he really wanted to agree.

It doesn’t matter if the Sheep Tribe doesn’t have any sheep for the time being. He can take the salt back first and bring the lambs when he comes next time.

But remembering what the Son of God had whispered to him before, he dismissed this very tempting idea, although he had not yet figured out the Son of God's intention.

The eldest brother squatted down, shook his head, and pushed back the pottery jar and bowl that the leader of the Sheep Tribe had pushed in front of him.

The leader of the Sheep Tribe felt a little disappointed when he saw this. It turned out that two lambs were not enough.

He hesitated for a moment and was about to bring three more bowls, but his hand was grabbed by the eldest brother.

In his doubtful eyes, the eldest brother waved his hands and said: "#%￥Don't%..."

After understanding what the eldest brother meant, the leaders of the Sheep Tribe and the Green Tribe widened their eyes again, appearing very surprised and incredulous.

"￥@%FFC..."

They looked at the eldest brother, then at the salt shaker in their hands, and asked to confirm something.

"￥D is ..."

The eldest brother nodded vigorously as he spoke, and in order to convey his meaning more clearly, he pounded his chest hard.

Although when conveying this meaning, a picture appeared in his mind of six skinned lambs that suddenly came back to life and then ran away without a trace...

The leaders of the Sheep Tribe and the Green Tribe suddenly smiled. They hugged the eldest brother tightly one by one and rested their foreheads on his shoulders.

After learning that it was the Son of God's intention to give them the precious salt for free, the two men came forward to pay their sincere respects to the young but extremely generous Son of God, and also paid their respects to the witch.

After eating and drinking their fill and each getting a jar of salt, the leaders of the Sheep and Green tribes left happily with their tribesmen and the pottery they had exchanged.

The large vat that had just been cleaned by the Green Tribe was burned black again, but they obviously didn't care about this. They rejected the Green Bird Tribe's suggestion to clean the inside of the large vat with water, and two people carried it away quickly.

There was delicious broth in the jar, so they were reluctant to wash it off...

After reaching a place where the Qingque tribe could not see them, the two tribes separated and headed in the direction of their respective tribes.

Han Cheng climbed up the low wall along the wooden ladder and did not come down until he could no longer see the two tribes. He had a triumphant smile on his face.

“Son of God…”

As soon as he came down, Wu and the eldest senior brother surrounded him and asked him about the doubts in his mind.

They were puzzled by the Son of God's insistence on giving salt to the two tribes for free.

There were too many people around and time was tight, so the Son of God did not explain clearly before. Now is the time to clarify.