As soon as the salt trading incident came out, Wu Xiao, who was holding the rabbit, had a slender eyebrow and kind eyes. He stared at the jars of salt in the tribe in a daze, as if it was not salt at all, but was being replaced one by one.
The same people come back.
In the past, Wu was worried that too many people in the tribe would eat up all the food in the tribe. But now, he no longer has such worries.
Because after the skill of farming was developed, as the population grew, the food of the Qingque tribe not only did not decrease, but became more and more abundant compared to before.
In the face of such facts, it would be strange if Wu, an old food fanatic, was not enthusiastic about increasing the population.
But no matter what, and no matter how urgent Wu was to exchange salt for population, this matter had to be postponed.
Because the food around the tribe has begun to turn yellow in large areas, the first batch of crops planted, according to past experience, will not take too long to be harvested.
Without Junior Brother Sha and others stationed in the Tongshan residential area this year, the autumn harvest will be a little tense.
Naturally, it is impossible to send people from the trade team out to conduct transactions at this time.
However, before harvesting grain, the members of the trading team still have to go out for a walk.
Instead of going out to trade, he was going to transport some food to the Tongshan residential area and deliver food to Junior Brother Sha and his friends who were stationed there and actively developed the Qingque sub-tribe.
It just so happens that new grain is about to arrive, so taking this trip can also help clear out the inventory in the tribe's granary and make enough space for the new grain.
When the storage methods are not good enough, it is necessary to save new grain and eat old grain.
The autumn harvest was about to begin, and the transportation of grain could not be delayed. Han Cheng handed over the matter at noon, and before evening, all these things were ready.
Han Cheng stopped Shang, who was about to take people on a journey while it was still dark, and told them to leave the next morning.
Although things are relatively urgent, they are not urgent at this moment.
Early the next morning, the people of the trade team set out with their prepared luggage. In addition to food, what the people of the trade team brought most this time were fish cages woven from rattan and bamboo strips.
After being arrested for a long time, the fish in the creek in front of the Qingque tribe was no longer as abundant as before.
Moreover, with the implementation of Han Cheng's decision to implement regular fishing moratoriums, the Qingque tribe is no longer doing much fishing.
As a result, many fish cages became vacant.
There are also streams in Tongshan. Although there is not as much water as the Qingque Tribe River, and the fish in it are not comparable to the previous streams, but as a place that has basically not been developed, after moving the fish cages, you can
Produced a lot of food.
The fish soup tastes very good when paired with dry millet rice.
Of course, the trade team will also go with the stonemason Mu Mu, who will install two rice mills there to make it easier for Junior Brother Sha and others living there to eat millet.
Standing there and watching the people from the trade team leave and gradually disappear into the wilderness with a slight drift of morning mist, Han Chengcai turned around and returned to the tribe.
It was at this time that he remembered that the trade team had gone out to conduct a trade before, but before he had time to see it, something had been exchanged.
In fact, this cannot be blamed on Han Cheng for being too lazy. Firstly, he was troubled by other things as soon as he came back. Secondly, as the exchange of salt pottery for seeds, stones and cubs continued, slowly, the trade team could bring
There are not many surprising things coming back.
If the sense of expectation is lowered, then there will be 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 kept. Every time the trade team exchanged things, they would be stored here first.
When Han Cheng came in, there were some skins placed here, but no food was seen. He was probably afraid that they would go bad because the tribesmen had eaten them before.
There are two types of stones, one of which looks a bit beautiful. From Han Cheng's unprofessional perspective, it should be jade.
Han Cheng's look at jade is really unprofessional.
If I were professional, I would not have won a first prize for free at the supermarket exit with a shopping receipt in front of the jewelry counter in later generations, and then used this ticket to get a five-year discount.
With a thousand yuan of lottery tickets, I bought a jade worth more than 5,800 yuan.
Han Cheng, who didn't know the truth at that time, was bobbing happily with the jade he had obtained at a huge price, feeling like he had been hit by a big pie falling from the sky.
It wasn't until he was hit by such big pies one after another in the days to come 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 and learned from her that the purchase price was only twenty or thirty yuan...
“Will anyone buy something so cheap if it’s so expensive?”
Unwilling to give up, Han Cheng secretly held the jade he bought for more than 800 yuan and prepared to make the final struggle.
"The boss said that there are not many people who really understand jade anyway..."
This light sentence immediately defeated Han Cheng's last bit of resistance...
Recalling the sad past, Han Cheng no longer had much interest in this piece of jade.
After dropping the jade stone, Han Cheng looked at another stone and saw nothing.
Then he went to look at the seeds. There were only three kinds of seeds. According to Han Cheng's superficial knowledge, he didn't recognize what kind of seeds they were.
It seems that we still need to bury it in the ground and wait until it sprouts after planting.
As expected by Han Cheng, there was really nothing surprising about this.
After rummaging around here for a while, Han Cheng prepared to go out and ignore these things.
As soon as I walked to the door, there was a sudden "crash" sound behind me.
Han Cheng quickly turned around to look, only to see a package of dry leaves slipping out of the pile of fur.
The dry leaves were half-opened, and their contents rolled to the ground.
"This is?!"
He didn't have time to think about why such a package of things fell out of the fur bundle. Looking at these things rolling on the ground, Han Cheng's eyes suddenly became a little straight.
After being in a daze for a while, I ran up to him in three steps and squatted down. I picked up a few pills and put them in front of my eyes to look at them carefully.
This thing has dried, it is about the size of a mung bean, and has a wooden red color on the outside. Use your fingernails to open a fruit, and a small, black, round particle appears in front of Han Cheng's eyes.
