After Shi Meng's introduction, Song Xuan also said hello to him.
"Sensi~"
Shui Er was obviously not used to this strange title.
Along the way, Shui Er heard about Song Xuan's famous name, but felt a little disappointed when he saw the real person.
Song Xuan was not as strong as expected. Although he was slightly taller, he was slightly thinner than the people around him, and his white and tender skin also formed a strong contrast.
As for what Shi Meng and others said, Song Xuan came from the sky, they now don't believe it.
"So thin, he would have died if he fell from the sky... Shi Meng is really good at blowing..."
Shui Er complained secretly in his heart.
Looking around, I found that Teng She didn't even have a house, and everyone was going in and out of the cave:
"You still live in a cave?"
Everyone in Teng She who asked this question was a little embarrassed. After all, the environment of the cave was indeed unsatisfactory. Even though Teng She had already made a plan, the construction had not started yet.
Shi Meng couldn't explain it, so he laughed and took Shui Er towards the cave.
As soon as he entered the cave, Shui Er was hit by the strong breath. He quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands and held his breath for a while before he recovered.
Although they didn't say anything, this behavior made everyone in Tengshe very embarrassed. Even Song Xuan took a few deep breaths. Maybe he had adapted to the strange smell after living there for a long time and found it acceptable.
"Song Xuan, Song Xuan, you have fallen!"
After noticing his own changes, Song Xuan secretly condemned himself in his heart.
However, there is nothing that can be done about it. Song Xuan has already raised the requirements for the hygiene of the tribe members a lot, but all the people and goods can only be squeezed into this cave.
Over time, various smells will inevitably occur. The key is that this cave is not ventilated, so the smell is naturally stronger.
After a busy day, it was already sunset, and delicious meat was cooking in the pot outside the cave. The hunting team would bring back some fresh meat every time, which could be regarded as an improvement in the food. After all, in the tribe, most of the time They all live by eating fish, and Song Xuan always feels like he smells fishy now.
With the guests, Teng She also showed the greatest sincerity and brought out all kinds of meat in the tribe. Looking at the dazzling variety of fish in front of him, Shui Er showed a surprised expression for the first time.
Living next to a river, my tribe does not have so many fish to eat. Although some people can put fish in the water, the number is not large, and at most it is enough for everyone to have a taste.
However, Teng She had one hand. Looking at the grilled fish in his hand, Shui Er also found that Teng She's fish was very complete, with no trace of injury. This was completely different from the ones in the tribe. Every fish in the tribe was There is a big hole.
Eating Teng She's food, Shui Er felt that meat could be made so delicious for the first time.
"Angel! Leader!"
"The Second Leader of Water"
Not long after, someone brought the cooked broth. Today, Shi Meng and the others brought back a sheep. They cooked it in the same pot with the big fish they had just fished out. It was a delicious soup with delicious meat.
"Ah~"
Shi Meng took a deep breath of the broth and couldn't help but exclaimed.
Naturally, you cannot take the clay pot with you when you are hunting in the wild, especially as the weather has gradually cooled down recently. It is naturally a beautiful thing to have a sip of hot soup.
Before he could swallow the soup, Shi Meng noticed something was wrong. He took a closer look and saw that the bowl he was holding should have been a stone bowl, but now it had become a pottery bowl.
Song Xuan's pottery bowl was originally arranged by Shi Meng. At this time, he thought that the stone flower for cooking was wrong. Although Song Xuan usually didn't care about status or anything, he, the leader, couldn't care less, so he said without thinking:
"Shihua, what's wrong with you? The pottery bowl is a god."
Before he finished speaking, Shi Meng saw that Song Xuan was holding a pottery bowl. Looking at the people around him, he saw that everyone was holding a pottery bowl.
Shi Meng's hand holding the bowl was trembling a little, and he asked Song Xuan excitedly:
"Angel, can we make pottery in the tribe?"
"Well, I made it in the past two days!"
Song Xuan seemed very calm. Pottery was indeed important to Teng She, but any porcelain in modern times would definitely be better than this. Using the good ones now would naturally not bring much sense of accomplishment.
Most of the people in the hunting team also got new bowls at this time. They were looking up and down excitedly, and the speed of drinking soup also slowed down. In the past, they could not wait to finish a bowl of soup in one gulp, but now they are doing it slowly, each one like We are all like ladies.
Only then did Shui Er realize that the bowl in his hand was a little different. Like everyone else in the hunting team, he turned it up and down, left and right, and a remembered word appeared in his mind.
"Chief Shi Meng, this, this, this...is this pottery?"
Although Song Xuan couldn't understand what Shui Er said, he knew that he was definitely asking about the pottery, which was exactly what Song Xuan wanted.
Shi Meng looked at Song Xuan. Song Xuan raised his eyebrows in the direction of Shui Er and twisted his mouth. Shi Meng was not stupid and quickly understood what Song Xuan meant.
Putting on his trademark silly smile, he started to cheat:
"Haha, yes, do you know each other too?"
"Isn't this nonsense? I've already said all the names..." Shui Er complained secretly in his heart.
"Haha, where did you get this?"
Shui Er is considered the second-generation leader of the Blackwater Tribe. The Blackwater Tribe was still at its peak when he was born, but he was forced to move to his current place before he reached adulthood.
The last time pottery was used in the tribe was when he was a child. Now that he saw the high-end goods in his memory, he was naturally a little moved.
"Change?"
"This is made by our Lord God himself! Where can you get such a good clay bowl?"
"The angel...did it?"
Shui Er heard this and looked at Song Xuan again. He originally thought that Song Xuan was so powerful because of Shi Meng's bragging, but now it seems that he is short-sighted.
"Then can your pottery be traded?"
Seeing that Teng She is holding a bowl, there are several "bowls" outside the cave that are very large. If I remember correctly, they should be the legendary pots.
After thinking for a moment, Shui Er finally asked what was on his mind. As the second leader of the Blackwater Tribe, he still had this decision-making power.
But when it comes to selling things, Shi Meng can't make the decision on his own. He doesn't know how the tribe does it and how much effort it takes. If it falls short, it won't be a huge loss.
"Let me ask the envoy of God for you!"
Shi Meng did not directly agree to Shui Er. Under Shui Er's expectant eyes, he asked Song Xuan:
"God's Envoy, God's Envoy, the Blackwater Tribe wants to buy our pottery, can you sell it?"
In order to prevent some of the gestures from being understood by Shui Er, Shi Meng turned his back to him, appearing very cautious.
