Han Yu did not answer when he heard this and took off the bamboo basket from his shoulder.
There are already containers for holding things in the Yao continent, but most of them are pottery and the like, with small capacity and heavy weight, and not all tribes have them. Only people from the Tao tribe can make them. One pottery pot requires half a wild boar, and there are not many tribes.
It can be obtained, so Han Yu and Ying Ying have not seen pottery since they have been here for so long.
However, no matter how precious the pottery is, it can only be kept at home. It is not as large and convenient as their bamboo basket, so Han Yu put the bamboo basket down. Everyone did not pay attention to the contents of the bamboo basket, and stared directly at the bamboo basket.
"What is this? It can hold things?"
"You want to exchange this for salt? We, the Bai tribe, are willing to exchange salt with you."
"We, the Yan tribe, are also willing to exchange fire with you."
"......."
For a time, all the tribesmen surrounded Han Yu, vying to exchange bamboo baskets with him.
Han Yu was used to big scenes, so he was not panicked by this situation. He stood calmly in the crowd and said, "What we want to exchange this time is not bamboo baskets, but sweet potatoes."
"Sweet potatoes? What are those? We don't want sweet potatoes, we just want this bamboo basket."
Sweet potatoes sound like wild fruits, and it is true for their Yang tribe. Even if there is a new leader, they are still like this. Every tribe has wild fruits. If they don't have enough food, who would be willing to take the precious items of their own tribe?
Replace this thing.
Everyone shook their heads, obviously unmoved.
Han Yu was not in a hurry. He took the sweet potatoes out of the bamboo basket. Everyone was disappointed when they saw such ugly and ordinary stone eggs.
No matter what the new leader of the Yang tribe says, they can't change him.
Yingying stood next to Han Yu, and she heard everyone's doubts. It was true that no one wanted raw sweet potatoes, but the roasted ones were different.
She carried the firewood with her, picked up some dry firewood on the spot, and buried the sweet potatoes underneath.
Yingying's operation shocked everyone again. The Yang tribe actually had fire.
They all know how precious fire is. The Yan tribe only changes it once every time. Many tribes here don't have fire, but now the females of the Yang tribe have brought it out.
It's just a rainy season, why did the Yang tribe suddenly change so much!
In everyone's shock, the sweet potatoes were slowly roasted, and the aroma came out. The tribe that had vowed not to change it until they were killed was immediately shaken.
"These sweet potatoes seem pretty good. It's not like we can't change them..."
Not only is this good, the smell of roasted sweet potatoes is so fragrant that it makes people drool, and they want to pounce on it. The people from the white tribe are the first to stand up.
"We are willing to trade with you."
He took out a salt stone and handed it to Han Yu. He exchanged the salt stone for a sweet potato. Speaking of which, the Yang tribe made a profit.
Han Yu and Yingying looked at each other and nodded, "Deal."
Yingying took out a roasted sweet potato and handed it to the man from the Bai tribe. He was not afraid of burning it. He picked it up, peeled off the skin and gnawed on it. The steaming roasted sweet potato was fragrant and glutinous, and the taste was amazing. I still wanted to eat it.
eat.
“Yum! I’ve never had such delicious food.”
Yingying complained secretly, of course he had never eaten it. Ancient Rumao drank blood and did not eat much cooked food. Roasted sweet potatoes were not only a novel food, but also the first step for them to accept cooked food.
The white tribe took the lead, and other tribes also rushed to come and exchange.
Han Yu and Ying Ying bought salt stones, pottery, flax, spicy grass, some animal skins, ginger and garlic.
They refused to accept anyone who came and wanted everything. The tribes who originally thought they couldn't get rid of their own things also got the same sweet potatoes. For a time, the favor of the people of each tribe towards Han Yu and Ying Ying increased sharply.
They all thought that the two of them were doing good things, so how could they understand that Yingying really took a fancy to their things.
What the Yan Tribe can do best is their fire, but now the Yang Tribe has it themselves. The Yan Tribe knows that it is impossible to exchange the fire for sweet potatoes, but other tribes have already exchanged it for sweet potatoes, and they are the only ones who don’t have it. This makes the Yan Tribe
The man was very shameless, so Leader Yan thought about it and stepped forward.
"Can we exchange for beast meat?"
Of course, people in the Yang tribe like sweet potatoes are tired of eating sweet potatoes. Who would refuse it now for a change of taste?
Han Yu nodded, "Okay, a piece of meat for a sweet potato."
When Yingying heard what he said, she secretly smiled. Han Yu was really a profiteer. He would trade sweet potatoes of the same size for a piece of meat. If this were done in Dayan, Han Yu would have to be chased and beaten.
But here is the Yao Continent, and everyone has just tasted the taste of sweet potatoes. Even though it is more delicious than meat, it is also more filling than meat. Now the status of sweet potatoes in everyone's hearts has surpassed that of wild beast meat.
The market ended and it was already noon. Many people from other tribes had eaten sweet potatoes and were no longer hungry, but no one from the Yang tribe had eaten yet.
Ying Ying and Han Yu cleared an open space, and then asked the people from the Yang tribe to collect more firewood and use clay pots to fill water. Ying Ying processed the beast meat in exchange.
Han Yu took out his dagger and cut open the skin of the beast's meat. After he woke up and was clean, he spread salt on it.
As soon as he released his dagger, everyone was shocked again.
People in the Yao Continent already have weapons, but they are all stone spears or bone spurs. This is the first time I have seen such sharp weapons.
When the tribe that originally looked at the Yang tribe with eager eyes saw Han Yu's dagger, their little thoughts disappeared instantly. The current Yang tribe was not something they could afford to offend.
The Yang tribe has food, fire, powerful leaders and sharp weapons, and its future rise is certain. Smart people should think about making friends now rather than making enemies.
So for a while, the Yang tribe was extremely quiet, and no one dared to disturb it.
Ying Ying inherited Jiang Miao's good cooking skills, and even a simple barbecue was cooked by her. She added salt and ginger and garlic to remove the fishy smell. The outside of the barbecue was browned, and the fat burst out from the meat, making it sizzling.
Due to the heat, even Yingying and Han Yu couldn't help but swallow their saliva, let alone others.
"It turns out that meat can also be grilled..."
Yes, these people have never eaten roasted meat. After all, not everyone has fire. The eyes of the Yan tribe are bright. The most indispensable thing in their tribe is fire. After asking if you can imitate it, they also follow the instructions.
Put the meat on the fire to roast it using the 嘤 technique.
The open space of the market is filled with the aroma of barbecue, and even those who are full want to eat more.
Yingying roasted the meat and distributed it to the people in the tribe. Each person got a piece of roasted meat and a sweet potato. They were already hungry after walking for such a long time, and the roasted meat was really delicious. After everyone got it, they started to feast on it.
Ying Ying and Han Yu's generosity made other tribes envious. It would be great if their leaders were like this. Many people even wanted to join the Yang tribe, which Ying Ying and Han Yu did not expect.