Liang has tasted a lot of things over the years, and he doesn't really care about this small fruit in front of him.

Even when he was looking at this tiny fruit, he felt some inexplicable excitement. This was the joy of encountering something that he could eat after trying everything else.

But this joy did not last long.

Liang put the small fruit into his mouth and chewed it slowly, once, twice...

Then the face full of joy and expectation slowly began to deform.

“Pah, pah, pah…”

After trying his best to endure for a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth and started vomiting.

After vomiting, he quickly picked up the kettle beside him and poured water into his mouth, then gargled.

After rinsing the bowl with a pot of water, his mouth still felt extremely uncomfortable, so he ran to the tribe's water tank and scooped up some water to continue rinsing his mouth.

At this time, Liang did not feel excited at all. On the contrary, he was a little scared.

Because in his mind, there is always a dung scoop that is very smelly and visually impactful shaking.

This was obviously the psychological trauma left after being poisoned by the poisonous grass.

In order to prevent the dung scoop from falling on his face, Liang was desperately rinsing his mouth with water.

After a long time, the discomfort in my mouth gradually disappeared.

Liang also felt that his tongue was his own tongue, and his mouth was also his own mouth.

You know, not long ago, he felt that his tongue had become a little stiff.

Putting down the ceramic bowl, Liang walked back to where the fruits were placed. Looking at the small fruits wrapped in leaves there, he showed a look of lingering fear.

This seemingly inconspicuous little fruit is so sharp!

Just a small taste can make you feel so uncomfortable. If you eat more, wouldn't it be fatal?

However, even so, he did not throw it away like the women in that tribe did.

Because the poisonous grass that had poisoned him to the point of almost being fed feces was turned into a life-saving medicine after the Son of God's magical operation.

Nowadays, although this small fruit makes people feel uncomfortable when they eat it, its toxicity is obviously not as bad as that of the poisonous grass.

Even something as poisonous as the poison grass is useful, so this little fruit might also be of great use.

Of course, the great use Liang had in mind was somewhere else, definitely not food.

He had only eaten one just now, and before he had even swallowed it, he already felt that his tongue and mouth were no longer his own. If he had eaten more, he might have really lost his life.

Thinking this, Liang wrapped up the strong seeds and put them back, and put them even more tightly than before.

Of course, he didn't want to keep the fruit for himself, but to prevent the ignorant minors in the tribe from picking up the fruit and accidentally eating it, which might lead to tragic consequences.

As living conditions have gradually improved over the years and people have come into contact with more and more things, many people in the Qingque tribe will unconsciously consider things more comprehensively.

Just when Liang had hidden these things and was about to pick them up to see if there were any other fresh things, he heard faint shouting from outside.

He stopped what he was doing, tilted his head and listened carefully for a while, then jumped out like a child, as if his butt was burned by fire, and ran to the door in a flash, not even bothering to see if there was anything new here.

By the time he ran to the gate, the outside of the tribe was already in an uproar, with people cheering as if they were welcoming a victorious warrior.

Liang stood on tiptoe and looked over there. In the blink of an eye, he saw the familiar face of the Son of God among the swaying heads of many people. So Liang quickly rushed to the place where many people gathered...

Little Wandou was crying loudly. He hadn't seen his father Han Cheng for nearly two months and was already feeling a little unfamiliar with the family.

Now, Han Cheng held him in his arms forcibly and pricked his face with his hard stubble, and he immediately started crying.

However, Han Cheng had no intention of letting go. He held his crying son and played with him for a while before letting go.

Looking at the little pea who was crying because of being amused, Han Cheng kept muttering in disgust.

This guy just keeps crying with his mouth open. That's not okay.

It must be hard for Little Pea to have such an unreliable father.

Han Cheng has many ways to coax crying children.

There was no need to use anything as fancy as a rattle. Just a sun-red and juicy peach picked from the road was enough to coax Little Pea into submission.

"Damn it, it's as delicious as your mom's..."

Han Cheng looked at the little pea with tears on his face while he busily nibbled on the peach, muttering in disgust.

The first day after Han Cheng returned was spent quietly in such a leisurely time.

There is no need to elaborate on what could happen between two young and healthy couples at night.

This can be seen from the fact that Han Cheng slept in the next day and pressed his waist with his hands from time to time.

It was at this time that Mao came over.

Mao came to see Han Cheng at this time, of course he had something to say.

It’s not about the autumn harvest.

Everyone was taking the autumn harvest seriously, so there was no need for him to say anything.

What he was talking about was that the people of that tribe he met during the transaction were prepared to exchange the children of the tribe for salt.

At the time, Mao directly refused this matter, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it would be better to tell the Son of God.

Firstly, this is the first time I have encountered such a situation after such a long period of trade, and secondly, it reminds me that the Son of God has always attached great importance to population issues.

If the people of those tribes are willing to exchange salt for stronger people, it should be a good thing for the tribe.

After all, it doesn’t take long for the people in the tribe to extract a jar of salt from stones, but it takes a very long time to raise a person from a child.

After hearing Mao's report, Han Cheng looked at Mao with some surprise.

In the past, he only thought that the reason why Mao Yuan led the people of the Donkey Tribe to start the business of middlemen was just due to an extremely accidental factor. Now it seems that this accident actually contains some inevitability.

Apart from the rest, just from what he said now, we can see that this person has a high talent for trade...

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