"Akiba warrior, this, this..."
Yang Cheng hesitated, then seemed to have made up his mind and nodded heavily: "Okay, you can change it! But Qiuye Warrior, we need to add ten bags of salt, thirty bags of salt plus one witchcraft, we will change it!"
"no problem!"
Qiuye agreed straight away, her face still calm, but the fists beside her were clenched slightly, and it was obvious that she was very excited.
This small gesture was noticed by Yang Cheng, but he pretended not to see it and waved Mu Qing over.
"Mu Qing, go get a clay pot."
Yang Cheng looked uncomfortable. As he spoke, he winked at Mu Qing without anyone noticing.
Mu Qing is an old man, and he is also the quickest among the tribe.
Seeing Yang Cheng winking at him, he was stunned for a moment, and then realized immediately that Wu was letting him act with him!
Immediately, Mu Qing turned his head and turned back, with a deep sorrowful expression on his face, crying and shouting: "No way, witch, no way, this pottery pot was dug from the river with all the hard work." Mud…”
"Ahem!" Yang Cheng coughed twice and interrupted him to continue speaking. He slapped his thigh with his hand and shouted: "I'm a witch. Listen to me. Go get a clay pot!"
"well!"
Mu Qing sighed heavily, looked at Yang Cheng deeply, and then went down reluctantly.
It looked like Zhuge Liang saw Adou who was not up to expectations!
Hey!
Yang Cheng felt happy, Mu Qing was a good actor!
Digging in the river?
Didn’t it say it was a gift from Grandmother Earth?
How does it have anything to do with digging mud by the river?
Qiu Ye next to her was a little confused, but looking at Mu Qing's look, she could tell that this thing called a pottery pot was very important to the Qingque tribe.
For this reason, this ordinary tribesman dares to oppose the sacred and noble witch, which is really admirable!
Thinking of this, Qiuye couldn't help but admire Mu Qing a lot. At the same time, he glanced at Yang Cheng and felt a little contempt for him.
This guy really doesn't deserve to be the shaman of the Qingque Tribe!
If she hadn't been the object of the exchange, Qiuye would have wanted to pull Yang Cheng's animal skin clothes and ask him, why did he trade an artifact that can make delicious food for witchcraft and unpalatable salt? !
If Yang Cheng knew Qiu Ye's inner thoughts, he really wouldn't know how to laugh or cry.
Lord Qingtian, he was wronged!
Mu Qing left Yang Cheng's side and ran towards the totem warrior.
Lu Mao and Short Ya were faithfully following Yang Cheng's orders, hammering the yellow-brown salt mine into powder, and then handing it over to Xia and the others to filter and evaporate into tiny white crystals.
Only then did Hongya and Mai realize that the white crystals they had just sprinkled in the broth turned out to be salt that had been filtered and evaporated!
No wonder the big guy was so excited when he saw the salt he brought back. Hongya and the two just thought that the big guy had some physical problem.
"Hehe, this is the method taught to us by the witchcraft!"
Looking at the stunned expressions of the two of them, Yan Hu said proudly.
"Hey, witches are awesome!"
"I really can't imagine how witches know how to use this method to conjure salt that makes food taste better."
"Witches are so smart. If you could figure it out, you wouldn't have inherited the talent of witches!"
Hong Ya and the other two sighed with emotion and praised Yang Cheng, and their admiration for Yang Cheng grew to a higher level.
At this time, Mu Qing ran over and said, "Wu said, bring a clay pot over there!"
"Oh, Wu is planning to switch to witchcraft?"
"Great, we have another witchcraft in our tribe!"
"Come on, Mu Qing, take this. This pot is the biggest and has the smallest cracks on it."
…
Everyone was extremely excited when they heard that Yang Cheng agreed to exchange the pottery pot for witchcraft. Spear also chose the best pottery pot from the four pots.
Mu Qing, who already understood what Yang Cheng meant, felt so angry when he saw everyone so excited and the pottery pot handed over to him!
"Everyone, please be quiet and stop making noise. Are you afraid that the people from the Vine Tribe won't hear you?" Mu Qing shouted.
Everyone looked at each other and didn't understand why they weren't allowed to cheer and get excited.
Mu Qing was too lazy to explain, so he pointed at the pot and said, "This one won't work. Let's exchange it for the smallest one with many cracks. Use it to exchange with the Vine Tribe."
"Mu Qing, is this what you're talking about?" Mao brought out another pottery pot.
"Yes, that's it." Mu Qing nodded.
"Isn't that bad? This one is broken and small, so why not use the bigger one?" Spear said reluctantly.
Others also agreed, feeling that it was not cost-effective to exchange this small and broken clay pot with the Vine Tribe for witchcraft.
These single-minded totem warriors!
No wonder none of them have the talent to become a witch!
Mu Qing became even more angry and said directly: "This is the witch's order."
Hearing Yang Cheng's order, everyone said nothing more and handed Tao to Mu Qing.
After Mu Qing took it, he ran directly towards Yang Cheng regardless of the people who were still there who were confused.
As he ran, his original gesture of carrying the clay pot with one hand changed to holding it with both hands, with complex expressions of sacredness and regret on his face.
After he ran over, Yang Cheng felt happy looking at the expression on his face and the smallest pottery pot in the tribe he was holding in his hand.
Hey, Mu Qing is really good!
"Witch, the pottery pot is here." Mu Qing said seriously.
"Well, give it to the Qiuye warriors." Yang Cheng said lightly.
"yes……"
Mu Qing looked reluctant, but still handed the pottery pot to Qiuye.
Qiuye couldn't wait for a long time.
Seeing the sacred and solemn look on Mu Qing's face, she calmed down her eagerness and took a deep breath. Then she carefully took the pot from Mu Qing's hand and put it in front of her eyes to look at it.
The rough appearance of the pottery pot, the two asymmetrical sections, one high and one low, even had an unnamed shaman on it. The fingerprints accidentally pinched out while firing the kiln were nothing to Qiuye's eyes. Don't care.
In her eyes, the appearance of this pottery pot is beautiful, the shape is strange, and even the fingerprints are the miracles left by Grandmother Earth when she made it!
The other four totem warriors also gathered around, looking at the clay pot, their eyes filled with fanaticism!
But he didn't dare to touch it like Qiuye, so he could only kneel on the ground beside him and worship!
After Qiuye had seen enough of the pottery, he found an animal skin and carefully wrapped the pot and put it away.
Yang Cheng smiled and said: "Qiuye warriors, I've given you the pottery pot, and you should also give me the promised witchcraft and thirty bags of salt, right?"
Mu Qing on the side clicked his tongue as he listened.
Wu Ya is too evil!
Such a broken jar that can be made as much as you want has not only been replaced with a witchcraft, but also thirty bags of salt?
