In a luxurious room with several pieces of pottery fixed on the roof, a primitive woman who looked older than the priest of the hunchbacked primitive tribe was sitting on a cushion made of stacks of straw.

She looks very old. There are not only layers of wrinkles on her face, but also many age spots on it.

There is a string of beads hanging around her neck. Some of these beads are pottery, some are copper, some are stones, and some are bones...

Although the materials are different, the sizes are basically similar.

These beads are not particularly round, but each one looks smooth and shiny.

Especially those copper beads, even if there is no sunlight shining on them, they still give people a shiny feeling.

This is the result of wearing it close to the body all year round and the old primitive woman always stroking it with her hands.

Well, this kind of behavior and results can be summed up in two words-disk it!

The size of the beads is not small, and the size of the bead string naturally looks large.

However, hanging such a large string of beads around the neck of this old primitive man will not make people think that the old primitive man is thin, but it will give people a feeling of complementing each other.

This is mainly because this female primitive is not small and has a lot of meat on her body. Although she is old, she still has a lot of meat. When she sits there, she is not small.

According to the eyes of people of this era, this old female primitive should be extremely beautiful, but no one would think this old female primitive is beautiful.

This is not because people's aesthetic values ​​​​have changed in this era, but because she has no nose.

The place where the nose should be should not only not protrude, but also sink a little, leaving only two dark holes.

This makes her look very ugly, and some people are even afraid of her.

This is what the witches of this tribe must experience.

If you want to become a witch in the tribe, you must cut off your nose.

Moreover, people who become witches cannot, like other female primitives, hide in the grass with male primitives, and cannot give birth to their own children.

I don’t know when this tradition was passed down, and the people in the tribe don’t know its intention.

However, they still passed down such rules and abided by them with all their heart. No one dared to break them.

This fat witch who looked old was sitting here, gently stroking the string of beads hanging around her neck with one hand, with an intriguing smile on her face.

Although she is old, her ears are very good, and she can hear the conversations outside.

It was precisely because she heard the conversation outside that she showed such an expression.

More exquisite pottery?

Pottery that is more exquisite than the pottery of your own tribe?

How is this possible!

My own tribe is the most powerful.

The pottery of my tribe looks so perfect, how could there be any pottery more exquisite than the pottery of my tribe?

People out there who say such things are really stupid.

She was thinking this in her mind, and was about to ask the people in her tribe to ignore them.

As a result, the man from his tribe had already walked in, seemingly holding a small pottery carefully in his hand.

The light at the door was blocked by the body of the man who came in, causing the pottery in his hand to be in the dark, so the miko couldn't see clearly what the pottery looked like for a while.

Seeing the behavior of this person from her tribe, she couldn't help but shake her head.

This person is still not good, he actually believed the words of the person outside so easily.

He said that his tribe has more exquisite pottery than his own, is it true?

Why don't you know how to identify it?

However, this person had already come in with something, so she didn't let him out again.

Anyway, she was just sitting here with nothing to do, so she reluctantly took a look and it didn't matter.

In such a mood, this person carefully bent down, muttered some words, and passed his hands forward so that their miko could see this particularly fine pottery.

The witch listened reluctantly, and glanced at the pottery he held in his hand without paying much attention. After seeing the appearance of this thing clearly, her eyes immediately couldn't move away.

“#￥4@2……”

She said excitedly, and reached out to take the exquisite pottery from this man's hand, her movements were more careful than this man's.

Holding it in both hands, she put the pottery in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully, with various expressions in her eyes.

Some are shocked, some are disbelieving, some are extremely fond...

All the previous disdain disappeared.

Before that, she had always thought that the things from her tribe were the best, especially pottery, salt and copper.

Except for their own tribe, the other tribes don't even know how to make these things, let alone make pottery that is more exquisite than their own tribe's pottery.

But now, there was such a piece of pottery placed in front of her.

As a miko, she is extremely familiar with pottery.

In their tribe, if you want to become a witch, you need to cut off your nose before you reach adulthood. Then this group of people is called by the previous witch into a valley to secretly teach how to make pottery and how to use it.

Things make copper, and those beautiful coppers are made into weapons.

After a long period of time, the one among them who masters these things best will become the next miko.

As for the rest, they all became losers.

Losers have no power.

The price for their failure was to stay in that valley and make these two things until they died, unable to leave that valley again.

As a leader among those people at that time, the old miko was certainly no stranger to pottery making.

With just one glance, she could tell that this small pottery was far superior to the pottery made by their tribe!

She held this exquisite pottery in her hand and looked at it carefully for a while. The more she looked at it, the more exquisite it became. The more she looked at it, the more she felt sincere admiration and admiration for the person who made such pottery.

After holding it in her hand and looking at it carefully for a while, the old miko suddenly stood up from the cushion.

Then he moved his steps and walked towards the door at a slow speed.

After a while, she walked out of the house and walked towards the hunchbacked primitive man and his party who were standing there waiting.

They were stunned for a moment when they looked at this old, hunchbacked primitive female who had a lot of flesh on her body and was dressed very strangely.

They had never thought that such a person lived in such a gorgeous house.

This powerful and wealthy tribe, the most respected witch, actually looks like this!

Not only the hunchbacked primitive man and his party were stunned, but the man who entered the room with the pottery was also a little stunned for a moment.

Their miko actually walked out of the house again!

You must know that since the witches of their tribe became real witches, generally speaking, they would not leave the house easily.

But now, she walked out of the house without any hesitation.

What caused this behavior was the small and exquisite pottery brought by this tribe.

The old witch ignored the shock of these people. She walked directly in front of the hunchbacked primitive people and raised her hand holding the pottery bowl.

“#￥45%……”

When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and she spoke too fast because she was too excited. As a result, the hunchbacked primitive man did not quite understand what she meant.

It wasn't until the witch repeated it for the second time that the hunchbacked primitive man realized that she was asking him where he got this precious pottery.

“#￥@3……”

The hunchbacked primitive man opened his mouth and told the witch about their previous encounters.

The miko stood here and listened carefully.

After doing this for a while, the hunchbacked primitive man opened the package he was carrying and took out the gourd carefully wrapped in animal skin.

The gourd contains salt produced by the Qingque tribe.

Previously, the priest of the hunchbacked primitive tribe had poured it into a bowl. When they set off from the tribe, they carefully poured it into the gourd.

The noseless witch gently placed the bowl in her hand on the ground, then reached out to take the gourd handed over by the hunchbacked primitive man, and opened it carefully.

Then tilt the gourd on its side and pour out the salt.

The finely crushed salt that was smashed by the stone mortar turned into a thin line and fell into the bowl along the mouth of the gourd.

The miko who watched this scene without blinking was once again shocked.

She put down the empty gourd, carefully picked up the bowl of salt with both hands, and brought it close to her eyes to look at it carefully.

His eyes were full of surprise.

This salt is exactly what the hunchbacked guy said, there is no sand or soil.

This was the first time she had seen salt without sand.

For as long as I can remember, all the salt I have seen is sandy. I have never thought before that the sand in table salt can actually be removed, and it can be removed so cleanly.
To be continued...