The sky seemed a little gloomy, there was no sun in the sky, only some clouds floating around.

In such weather, a greenbird flag was flown out.

Mao, Xiong Youpi and others set off with smiles on their faces. After they came out, they left the first tribe they encountered and headed towards other places.

Of course, their smiles were very bright, because they gained a lot from this exchange.

This tribe, which had never eaten salt or used pottery before, finally experienced the deliciousness of salt and the usefulness of pottery after Mao's operation.

So this time they got a lot of food from this tribe.

The ratio of exchange was not thirty to one as in transactions with older primitive people, but sixty to one.

Some people in the trade team did not seem to understand this change and felt that there was some deception involved.

I told Mao about this idea.

For a trade expert like Mao, who has been greatly influenced by Han Cheng, the black-hearted son of God, he would have no pressure in explaining such a question.

He told the person that the reason he did this was because he and others had put in the work in the process.

For example, at this time, if we don’t bring salt and other things to do this, we can still stay in the tribe and do many other things.

In other words, in order to transport salt, pottery and other things to this tribe, he and others spent a lot of time and missed out on many other things.

In this case, if their tribe still exchanges with other tribes according to the replacement ratio of the older female primitive people, their own tribe will suffer a loss, and a considerable loss.

If this tribe, when the time comes, also comes to Jinguan City for exchange, bringing food and other things directly, just like the older female primitive people, then they will be the same as the older female primitive people.

After Beimao said this, not only this person, but many people in the team looked thoughtful.

After a while, some people began to show signs of enlightenment.

They had never thought about this before.

Now that Mao had said this, they thought about it again and it seemed to be really true.

Everyone looked at Mao with admiration in their eyes. After all, he was able to figure out such problems.

Looking at everyone's gazes, Mao felt very pleased, but he still waved his hands and told everyone that this matter was not something he figured out, but something the Son of God told him. If the Son of God had not told him, he would not have known this matter so clearly.

Everyone showed expressions of understanding, and at the same time, they flew towards the Son of God who lived in Jinguan City with admiration.

The Son of God is indeed the Son of God!

It is still the same wisdom as before. He can take many things into consideration and can explain a lot of things.

In this way, opportunity costs appeared in advance in primitive times.

In fact, this thing has always existed, but before, other people didn't notice it, or didn't clearly say it out.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe stood outside the tribal cave, watching Mao and his group leave, with reluctance and some excitement in his eyes.

The so-called Chicken Leg Tribe is the tribe that Mao and his friends saw for the first time during this outing.

The reason they were given this name is because the leader of this tribe likes to eat chicken legs.

Of course, it doesn’t necessarily mean chicken legs. Some of them are birds that look more like chickens.

At this time, the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe was holding a pottery jar in his arms.

The clay pot had been used to boil water, and the outside was covered with a lot of black ash.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe didn't care about these. He still held it in his arms tightly.

Under his gaze, Mao and others walked further and further away.

When Mao and others had completely disappeared, only the tribal leader with black chicken legs on his hands and belly immediately smiled.

"#￥￥%@!"

He spoke loudly with a smile on his face, and walked towards the river with the largest pottery jar exchanged from the Qingque tribe's trading team in both hands.

The other two people with higher prestige in the tribe also carried two pottery jars that they had exchanged from the Qingque tribe, and followed their leader to the stream.

A moment later, several people holding clay pots returned from the creek. They placed three clay pots filled with water on the stones around the fire, following Mao and others' example, and boiled the water with the fire.

Under the gaze of everyone, the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe took out a bird that looked more like a chicken and broke it into pieces with a stone knife.

Then divide it into three clay pots and start boiling.

Then he put a little bit of salt in it with great care.

Then the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe, together with the other people of the Chicken Leg Tribe, began to wait with great anticipation.

Looking forward to the birth of delicious food.

After a while, the food was cooked and the people of the Chicken Leg Tribe began to take turns drinking this delicious fresh food.

This delicious food doesn't taste as good as the one made by the magical tribe called "Green Bird", but it's still very delicious.

Today, the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe was particularly generous.

He patted his chest and told the people in the tribe that they could eat as much food as they wanted and eat as much as they were full!

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe was generous, and because of this, the people of the Chicken Leg Tribe became very heroic.

Everyone drank with joy. They brought jars of water from the river, heated them over the fire, and drank them.

And the meat in the jar is still the same.

After eating and drinking, the people of the Chicken Leg Tribe finished their meal. The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe picked up a chicken leg that had been boiled until there was not much meat left, and gnawed it carefully.

In the end, I just chewed the bones into pieces and ate them, so nothing was wasted.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe looked at the tribesmen who were full of food with a bright smile on his face.

His gaze fell on the three pottery jars once again, and the smile on his face became even more intense, and he attached even greater importance to these things.

This is really good stuff!

Before today, he had never imagined that a big bird that couldn't even feed itself enough could actually feed everyone in the tribe, and feed them until they were full!

The rest of the Chicken Leg Tribe were stroking their bulging bellies with their hands and looking at the three pottery jars with more eager eyes than the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe.

Before this, many of them had been in a state of not having enough food to eat all year round.

As for eating too much, that is an extremely extravagant dream.

Many people don’t even dare to think about it!

But now, something that we never dared to think about before has been realized, and it has been realized by everyone in the tribe!

In this case, how can they not value these three things?

Some people even wanted to kowtow to the pottery jar.

According to the tribe’s previous practice, after eating in the morning, the people in the tribe would go out hunting and collecting wild vegetables.

Prepare food for the days ahead.

But today, because of these pottery jars and salt, everything has changed.

"##￥Ww!"

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe stroked his bloated belly for a while, then looked up lazily at the cloudy sky outside and started talking to the people in the tribe.

What he meant was that their tribe would not go out hunting today, but would just rest near the cave.

While saying these things, he pointed at the three pottery jars.

In the past, many people in the tribe would feel uneasy after the leader announced such news to them.

This is not because they like to work so much, but because the food in the tribe is limited. If they do not get food for a long time, many people in the tribe are likely to starve.

But now, everything is different!

With their newfangled gadgets, they only needed very little food to feed everyone in the tribe!

Some people in particular, after standing in the cave and watching the slowly flowing river, felt their hearts at ease.

As long as the water in the stream does not dry up, they will not starve!

As for the water in the creek, when will it dry up...

This is obviously impossible!

As a result, the people of the Chicken Leg Tribe lived a very leisurely life.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe was lying on a mat made of hay, slanting on the ground, standing not far from the pottery jar, with a smile on his face.

Most of the other people in the Chicken Leg Tribe made the same choice as their leader, lying lazily on the grass and enjoying the leisurely time.

The minors in the tribe were running around the tribal cave, having a lot of fun.

The entire Chicken Leg Tribe was enveloped in this kind of ease, joy and leisure, and everyone was particularly happy.

They are sincerely grateful to the magical tribe called "Green Bird".

If it weren't for them, how could I and others have lived such a wonderful life...

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe stood up from where he was sleeping and walked out of the cave.

A moment later, a bright white column of water fell from the sky and landed on the ground.

Not only the leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe, but the rest of the people in the Chicken Leg Tribe also ran out of the cave when they had nothing to do, just to facilitate the competition.

This magical tool can help people feel full, which is great, but it’s too troublesome to have to go to the toilet all the time.

“Gurgle…”

“Gurgle…”

Outside the cave of the Chicken Leg Tribe, there were noises coming one after another.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe looked up at the sun in the sky, then reached out to touch his flat belly. After hesitating for a while, he finally made the decision to continue making food.

It is really good to use this kind of thing as food, and it is easy to make people full.

I just can't stand the hunger anymore. It feels like I'm hungry again not long after I finish eating.

Fortunately, there is a lot of water in the small river in the tribe, so we can eat as much as we can if we can’t finish it.

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe thought this happily as he placed the clay pots filled with water on the simple racks around the fire.

Then, he began to wait happily with the rest of the tribe for the delicious food to be cooked.

After a while, outside the cave of the Chicken Leg Tribe, there was laughter and joy again, and cans of delicious hot soup were poured into the stomachs of everyone in the Chicken Leg Tribe.

Then everyone started their leisurely life here with happiness...

Four days later...

The skinny and unrecognizable leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe, along with his equally skinny and unrecognizable fellow tribe members, holding weapons and looking very weak, set out from the tribal cave and walked towards the place where they used to hunt.

This action also announced the collapse of their beautiful wish of relying on a few pottery jars, a little food, and the endless flow of river water to eat until they were full every day.

The people of the Chicken Leg Tribe now don’t even dare to look at the rivers.

As soon as I saw it, I felt nauseous. When I walked, my stomach felt dizzy and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

"#￥@3..."

The leader of the Chicken Leg Tribe was muttering as he walked, looking somewhat indignant.

He was cursing the Greenbird tribe for selling them fake goods.

This tribe is so abominable!

They were asked to exchange so much food for such a thing! It was really abominable!

Amid the cursing of the Chicken Leg Tribe leader, the four people from the Chicken Leg Tribe who were leading Mao and other people from the Green Bird Tribe had already said goodbye to Mao and others, left the neighboring tribe, and headed towards their own tribe.

Their faces were filled with smiles.

On the one hand, after completing such a thing, they obtained some extremely precious things from the mysterious Qingque tribe.

On the other hand, it was because they had eaten a lot of delicious food during the few days they were traveling with the Qingque tribe!

After the people from the Chicken Leg Tribe left, Mao, with a smile on his face, took a pottery jar from the donkey's back and began to cook food very skillfully...

Jinguan City is still very busy.

As everyone was busy, most of the foundation of the outer wall had been built and fired into pottery.

Han Cheng stood at the edge of the rice field, looking to the west from time to time. After looking for a while, he would sigh a few times, appearing a little anxious.

He was worried that the Youchao tribe did not come.

Judging from the frequency of the Youchao tribe's previous visits, they should have arrived again seven or eight days ago.

However, they have not come until now.

Such a change made Han Cheng a little anxious.

After all, this time, he put in all his effort and wanted to earn as much as possible from the Red Tiger Tribe.

Now that the Youchao tribe, who act as the middleman, is not here, his ideas are just ideas.

Of course, in addition to this, there is another reason. Through the exchange with the Youchao tribe, Jinguan City can get a lot of food, which greatly alleviates the pressure of food shortage here...