When the matter of trading salt for people came out, the witch holding the rabbit smiled with a kind look on his face. He would stare at the jars of salt in the tribe and daydream, as if they were not salt at all, but people who had been exchanged.

In the past, Wu had worried that the tribe had too many people and would eat up all the food in the tribe. But now, he no longer has this worry.

Because after the skill of farming was developed, with the growth of population, the food of the Green Bird Tribe not only did not decrease, but increased compared to the past.

Faced with such facts, it would be strange if Wu, an old food fan, was not enthusiastic about increasing the population.

But no matter what, no matter how eager Wu is to exchange salt for population, this matter has to be postponed.

Because the crops around the tribe have begun to turn yellow on a large scale, the earliest batch of crops, according to past experience, can be harvested in a short time.

This year, without Junior Brother Sha and others stationed in the Tongshan residential area, the autumn harvest will be a little tense.

Naturally, it is impossible to send the trading team out to trade at this time.

However, before harvesting the crops, the trading team still had to go out for a walk.

They did not go out to trade, but to transport some food to the Tongshan residential area to deliver food to Junior Brother Sha and his companions who were stationed there and actively developing the Qingque branch tribe.

It just so happens that new grain is about to arrive, and this trip will also be a good way to clear out the inventory in the tribe’s granary and make enough space for the new grain.

When storage methods are not good enough, it is necessary to store new food and eat old food.

The autumn harvest was about to begin, and the transportation of grain could not be delayed. Han Cheng gave instructions on this matter at noon, and before evening, all preparations were completed.

Han Cheng stopped Shang and Mao, who were planning to take their people to catch up before it got dark, and asked them to leave the next morning.

Although things are urgent, there is no need to rush at the moment.

Early the next morning, the trading team set out with their prepared luggage. In addition to food, the most common item the trading team brought was fish cages woven with rattan and bamboo strips.

With the long period of arrest, the fish in the creek in front of the Qingque tribe are no longer as abundant as before.

Moreover, with the implementation of Han Cheng's decision to impose regular fishing moratoriums, the Qingque tribe no longer catches much fish.

As a result, many fish cages became vacant.

There are also streams in Tongshan. Although there is not as much water as the small river in Qingque Tribe, and the fish in it cannot be compared with the previous small river, but as a place that has basically not been developed, a lot of food can be obtained after moving the fish cage there.

The fish soup is also delicious when paired with millet rice.

Of course, the stonemason Mu Tou will also go with the trading team. He will install two water-based mills for pounding rice there to make it convenient for Junior Brother Sha and others who live there to eat millet.

Standing there and watching the trade team leave and gradually disappear in the misty fields, Han Chengcai turned around and went back to the tribe.

It was at this time that he remembered that the trading team had gone out for a trade not long ago, and he had not had time to see what they had exchanged in return.

Actually, it cannot be blamed on Han Cheng's negligence. Firstly, he was busy with other things as soon as he came back. Secondly, as the exchange of salt, pottery, seeds, stones and cubs continued, the trading team could not bring back many surprising things.

If the expectations are lowered, then there is nothing to say about being forgotten for a while.

Thinking of this, Han Cheng began to walk towards a room in the tribe where things were stored. Every time the trading team exchanged something, the items would be stored here first.

When Han Cheng came in, there were some skins placed here, but no food was seen. It was probably because they were afraid that they would go bad, as the people in the tribe had already eaten them.

There are two kinds of stones, one of which looks quite beautiful. From Han Cheng's unprofessional point of view, it should be jade.

Han Cheng's eye for jade is really not very professional.

If he had been professional, he would not have won the first prize for free at the jewelry counter at the supermarket exit with a shopping receipt in the future, and then used the ticket, which was said to be worth 5,000 yuan, to buy a jade artifact worth more than 5,800 yuan.

Han Cheng, who was unaware of the truth at the time, was so happy holding the jade that he had gotten at a great bargain that he felt like he had been hit by a big pie falling from the sky.

It was not until he was hit by such big pie one after another in the future that he gradually came to his senses.

This was not the most desperate moment for him. What made him most desperate was that he met a classmate who had done similar work elsewhere. From her, he learned that the purchase price was only 20 or 30 yuan...

"Will anyone buy such a cheap item if it's sold at such a high price?"

Han Cheng, who refused to give up, secretly held the jade he had bought for more than 800 yuan, preparing for his final struggle.

"The boss said that there aren't many people who really understand jade anyway..."

These few words instantly crushed Han Cheng's last bit of resistance...

Recalling the sad past, Han Cheng no longer had much interest in this piece of jade.

Throwing the jade aside, Han Cheng looked at the other stone, but couldn't make out anything.

Then he looked at the seeds. There were only three kinds of seeds. With Han Cheng's limited knowledge, he could not recognize what kind of seeds they were.

It seems that I still need to bury it in the ground and wait for it to sprout after planting.

As Han Cheng expected, there was really nothing surprising about this.

After rummaging through the things here for a while, Han Cheng prepared to leave and no longer pay attention to these things.

Just as I reached the door, I heard a loud clatter from behind.

Han Cheng quickly turned around to look, only to see a package of dry leaves slipping out from the pile of fur.

The dry leaves were half-opened, and the contents rolled out to the ground.

"This is?!"

There was no time to think about why such a package of things fell out of the bundle of furs. Han Cheng's eyes suddenly widened as he looked at these things rolling on the ground.

After a moment of daze, he quickly ran over, squatted down, picked up a few, and held them in front of his eyes to look at them carefully.

This thing has been dried, the size of a mung bean, and the outside is wood red. When Han Cheng opened a fruit with his fingernails, a black, round little particle appeared in front of him.

This is Sichuan pepper!