The witch of the Tengshe tribe held the bowl in his hand, looked at it carefully in front of his eyes, and seemed reluctant to let it go.

He had been looking at this bowl and the pottery jar for a long time, and the more he looked at them, the more surprised and unbelievable he felt.

His tribe was already strong enough compared to the surrounding tribes.

From the past to the present, they have conquered many tribes and looted a large number of artifacts.

However, nothing has ever been able to compare with these instruments.

Even his two most proud stone basins could not hold as much water as this strange jar, which looked much smaller than the stone basins in the tribe.

Moreover, the stone basins in the tribe were very heavy and difficult to move, and were far less light than this jar.

In terms of appearance, they are incomparable.

He couldn't even imagine such an exquisite instrument until he saw it.

How did they polish the stone into this shape?

The witch of the Tengshe tribe, who had recovered from the surprise and shock of the pottery, began to think about this matter with doubt and uncertainty.

After all, in his opinion, this thing should not appear at all.

"%#￥?"

After thinking about it for a while, he walked up to Cao Gen, whose hands were tied and whose nose was twisted to the side, holding the clay bowl in his hand, and asked.

Cao Gen really wanted to say nothing, but for some reason, when facing someone who didn't look very strong, he felt fear for no reason in his heart. This fear was stronger than when facing the strong man who looked like a leader.

“Ula ula…”

The blood from the nose had solidified into grass roots, and with fear, it began to speak.

However, it was of no use because the two sides could not speak the same language at all.

For some simple things, you can use gestures or other tools to guess and get a rough idea.

However, the origin of pottery in the tribe is indeed quite complicated for grassroots people.

In addition, the grassroots are dominated by fear, so the expression is even more confusing.

“%@#…”

Even though the witch of the Tengshe tribe was quite clever, he still couldn't figure out what the grassroots' "Ula Ula" meant.

After listening for a while, he seemed a little annoyed and waved his hand, interrupting Cao Gen's words, and then went on to study the 'stone' container that made him excited and surprised.

"*%?"

When the witch of the Tengshe tribe opened some smaller pottery jars, some surprises appeared.

Inside this clay jar, there is something white.

The witch from the Tengshe tribe's first reaction was snow.

But this idea was immediately rejected because the fruits have not yet matured on a large scale and the weather is not cold, so there will be no snow at all.

When he tentatively reached his hand in and touched the white, snow-like things, his guess was confirmed; this thing was not snow.

These "stone" utensils seemed extremely exquisite to him, and since these things he had never seen before were contained in these exquisite utensils, they must be extraordinary as well.

He thought so in his mind and wanted to ask the people of this tribe for clarification, but then he gave up the idea when he remembered the conversation about the exquisite utensils just now.

He stood here and thought for a while, then stood up and walked to Cao Gen again, and put the white, sand-like things on his fingers into Cao Gen's mouth.

Cao Gen probably understood what the man meant, and he opened his mouth and ate the salt without hesitation.

You know, this white thing called "salt" is not cheap at all. In exchange for this salt, their tribe paid a lot of things.

Normally, even the chief was reluctant to eat it. His status in the tribe was not very high, so naturally he had fewer opportunities to eat salt.

At this time, I naturally would not refuse.

Even though his mouth was very salty, he was reluctant to spit it out. After holding it in his mouth for a while, he swallowed it all. Then he licked the corners of his mouth with a sense of satisfaction, as if he wanted to eat some more.

Seeing the reaction of the grassroots, the witch of the Tengshe tribe smiled. On the one hand, it was because of his own wit, and on the other hand, it was because his tribe, in addition to the delicious food, got something new and looked very unusual.

He left the grass roots holding a not-so-big jar, and then put some white, fine sand-like stuff into his mouth with great anticipation.

In order to show his status, he put more than what he had just put into the grass root's mouth.

Most people in the Tengshe tribe were watching his actions, and some even felt like drooling. After all, most of them had just seen Cao Gen eating in a greedy manner.

Even though they didn't speak the same language, they all understood that this thing they had never seen before and was in very small quantities was delicious.

The next moment, the witch of the Tengshe tribe suddenly opened his eyes wide, confirming their guess.

This white thing is indeed delicious. Otherwise, a witch who has eaten a lot of delicious food and is knowledgeable would definitely not have such an exaggerated expression like he does now.

Thinking of this, some people couldn't help but start drooling. They really wanted to try it. What kind of delicious food could make Wudu amazed...

Those who had such thoughts in their minds were stunned, because after Wu's eyes widened at the beginning, his skin began to twitch and his face was distorted.

So delicious that it deforms?

Everyone in Tengshe was amazed, wondering what on earth this thing could be!

"Pfft~Pfft..."

The witch of the Tengshe tribe could not hold on any longer and finally vomited, spitting out saliva continuously. He then drank some water from another pottery jar to rinse his mouth, and only then did he get rid of the deadly feeling.

"%#￥!"

The three leaders of the Tengshe tribe seemed to be angry and started punching and kicking the grass root whose nose was crooked.

"&*……%!"

The witch of the Tengshe tribe spat out the water in her mouth and spoke to stop him...

The sun was setting faster and faster to the west, and it would soon fall completely to the other side of the mountain.

The orange-red light sprinkled down, illuminating everything, making it shine brightly and beautifully.

In the woods shrouded in golden sunlight, a group of people were walking, holding weapons in their hands, and carrying hunted prey or picked fruits on their shoulders or in their hands.

The leader is the chief of the grassroots tribe.

At this moment, he was carrying a large prey on his shoulder. This was the biggest harvest of their tribe today. Tonight, even the weakest person could get some meat.

Thinking of this incident and the happy looks of everyone after they received the news, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Thinking of this, my thoughts involuntarily drifted to the large group of deer.

If we can capture these deer, then...

There was a look of longing on his face.

The grass roots went to guard there again, and I don’t know if they found any traces of the herd of deer...

"@#￥!"

A sudden shout from someone behind him interrupted his beautiful fantasy...