“￥@$4!”
As dusk gradually fell, inside the Green Tribe's cave, following the Green Tribe leader's mysterious narration, the people of the Green Tribe, who heard that they would soon have salt to eat, could not help but cheer in amazement.
They were excited about the intelligence of their tribal leader, and even worshipped him.
Seeing everyone's reaction and calmly accepting the numerous compliments and respectful looks, the Green Tribe leader became very proud.
He was also pleased with his own cleverness.
It is so rare and admirable that I can always think of such good ways to solve problems!
That night, after receiving assurances from the leader that they would be able to exchange the salt for food in no time, most of the people in the Green Tribe slept soundly.
There were also some who tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, such as the leader of the Green Tribe.
It’s not that I’m worried about anything, but I’m excited about the salt I’m about to have.
At dawn the next day, the leader of the Green Tribe led the tribesmen who had also gotten up early out of the cave and headed towards the place where wild grass spikes grew near the tribe.
"##4￥%!"
It is easy to have some mist in the early morning of summer.
When these thin mists meet the leaves of plants, they slowly gather into tiny dewdrops, and then gather along the grass leaves that grow obliquely upward all the way to the junction of the leaves and stems of the plants. After overflowing, they flow down along the stems, soaking a small piece of land and moistening the broken roots.
It was still far from the time for the sun to rise, and when the Green Tribe leader did this yesterday, the sun was not very strong, so these seedlings that had been severely damaged by the "forcing growth" were still standing strong and not showing any signs of weakness.
The Green Tribe leader was not the only one who had come to check on the weeds frequently during this period. Now, when everyone came to take a look, they found that just as the leader had said, these weed spikes had grown so much taller in an instant.
Everyone couldn't help but cheer and once again looked at their leader with admiration.
The leader of the Green Tribe accepted this as a matter of course, stayed here for a while, and began to lead people back to the cave. After eating, he took the strong people who often hunted out of the cave to hunt.
The rest of the people, as they did in the past, dug up some wild vegetables around the tribe or gathered some wild fruits to fill their stomachs.
The sun came out from the other side of the mountain and soon showed its true power. The air, which originally seemed cool, became hot and dry soon.
A somewhat thin female primitive came back from outside, carrying some wild vegetables that she had just dug and commonly ate, wrapped in animal skins. She did not walk as vigorously as before, and from the smarter people in the tribe she understood that this was because she had not eaten salt.
The issue of exchanging wild grass ears for salt touched the hearts of everyone in the Green Tribe, and this female primitive was no exception.
She didn't need to go through the patch of wild grass to get back to the cave, but she went around it anyway.
Even though she knew that even after being touched by the leader's magical hands, it would be impossible for these weeds to produce ears of grass so quickly, she still couldn't help but want to go and take a look.
"%3#@?"
When the primitive woman came here with a good mood, she took a look and was stunned.
The weeds that had been growing vigorously with the chief in the morning were now drooping and looked half dead.
The primitive woman looked at the big sun in the sky, then looked at the other grasses growing vigorously around the weeds. She stood there blankly for a while, and finally couldn't help but shouting loudly, her voice full of panic...
As the sun was setting and the heat was getting a bit sultry, the leader of the Green Tribe returned with his men from hunting. The harvest was not big, just enough for one day's food.
However, the crowd was not depressed because it would not be long before they could exchange wild grass ears for salt.
They all felt relieved that they didn't have to spend any extra money on food.
"￥%￥?"
The leader of the Green Tribe, who was walking in the front, looked at the scene in front of him in a daze and made a sound of alertness.
This place is still a certain distance away from the tribe’s cave. In the past, the people left behind in the tribe would not come here to greet them, but now they appear like this.
Looking at the person who seemed to be running towards them in a hurry, he had a bad feeling.
Could it be that the tribe was attacked by some wild beast? Or was it someone from another tribe?
As he thought so in his mind, he clenched the weapon in his hand, and together with other tribesmen who had also noticed something was wrong and clenched their weapons to be on guard, he quickened his pace and headed towards the approaching people.
"%#%5!"
From a certain distance, he asked what happened.
However, those who seemed extremely anxious did not answer, but just kept running towards them, which made the leader of the Green Tribe even more uncertain.
"￥*&%...?"
The leader of the Green Tribe, who had heard the story from a stranger, stood there in a daze and asked in disbelief.
After staying here for a while, he pushed away the people blocking his way and ran towards the place where the weeds grew.
Some of the Green Tribe members who had roughly understood what was going on had already followed their leader and ran away, while others stood there in a daze.
What nonsense are the people who stayed behind talking about? The weeds were still growing well when they checked them this morning...
"￥%*@#..."
The leader of the Green Tribe spoke weakly, words whose meaning was unknown.
Looking at the almost dead weeds that were extremely important to their tribe, his eyes became dazed and he felt dizzy.
These weeds were fine, why did they die?
After muttering to himself for a while, he finally sat down on the ground.
The people from other green tribes who were following around also looked particularly uneasy and helpless.
Tonight, the cave where the Green Tribe lives seems particularly quiet. An indescribable atmosphere of oppression permeates the cave. Compared with the ease and joy of last night, it makes it almost impossible to breathe.
From full of hope to dashed hope, it only took one day.
The leader of the Green Tribe suffered from insomnia once again, but the moods of the two were completely different...
“￥#￥…”
The Green Tribe squatted on the ground somewhat powerlessly, holding his head with both hands, looking extremely uncomfortable.
After squatting like this for a while, he finally stood up and ordered the tribesmen to prepare food and animal skins to go to the wealthy tribe to exchange for salt.
Because most of the previous transactions were supported by wild grass spikes, his tribe still had a lot of skins left.
However, considering that salt is more valuable than pottery, the salt they exchanged for the animal skins they brought this time will not last long...