After putting the pot away, Qiu Ye seemed to wake up suddenly.
A cold face, with a rare reddish color and a strange aura, made Yang Cheng slightly stunned when he looked at her.
Qiuye's voice was a little low, and he said sheepishly: "The shaman of the Qingque tribe, I can give you this... witchcraft now, but can I get these thirty bags of salt for you after I go back?"
As she spoke, she took out a rolled piece of animal skin from the animal skin clothes on her chest and handed it to Yang Cheng.
"The witches of the Qingque tribe, this is all the witchcraft of our tribe's quick walking technique."
Yang Cheng took it and opened it and took a look.
The tadpole witch inscriptions on this animal skin look like they were newly written, unlike animal skins that have been preserved for a long time and have a yellowed and old feel.
This is normal. It’s not like the shaman writing cannot be copied and written on another animal skin.
If Yang Cheng were to exchange witchcraft with others, he would not exchange the original animal skins.
Yang Cheng is concerned about the witchcraft recorded above.
Mu Qing, who was next to him, glanced at Yang Cheng's opened animal hide. He was instantly dizzy by the tadpole-like shamanism and quickly moved his head away, not daring to look further.
He looked at Yang Cheng again, as if nothing had happened. Not only did he not feel dizzy when looking at the animal skin roll, but he seemed to enjoy it and smashed it twice.
After a while, Yang Cheng rolled up the animal skin with a happy face, without thinking about the milky fragrance of autumn leaves on it, and stuffed it directly into the animal skin clothes on his chest.
"Okay, Qiuye Warrior, you can bring the salt next time." Yang Cheng was in a good mood and waved his hand.
What was recorded on the animal skin just now was the witchcraft of quick walking as Qiuye said.
Yang Cheng already has the witch dominoes for the quick step technique, and he has been improving them in the meditation space these days. Now he can make four pieces a day.
But relying solely on witch dominoes to release the quick step technique is very uneconomical.
Although Yang Cheng can make four pieces a day, he has enough free time when he is not doing other things.
Moreover, the quick-stepping witch dominoes produced by Yan Hu and other totem warriors need it even more.
In order to speed up work these days, the witch dominoes made by Yang Cheng, such as the refreshing technique and the quick step technique, have long been sold out, and Yang Cheng has to personally go into battle to use the refreshing technique on them.
This is why when Qiuye came over, he only saw the totem warriors of the Qingque tribe hanging witch dominoes with healing skills on their waists.
And now that we have the witchcraft of Quick Step, that's great!
First, Yang Cheng can use it on Yanhu and the others to improve everyone's work efficiency.
Secondly, the quick step technique is also a way to save life. The difference between Yang Cheng and other witches is that he can improve the witchcraft by analyzing the structure of the witchcraft.
Yang Cheng has always been criticized for his speed, which is not even comparable to that of an ordinary tribesman. But if he improves the speed of walking, when he encounters any danger, he can throw a speed of speed to himself, at least he can still run away. No problem.
"Thank you so much to the witches of the Qingque tribe. We will go back and bring you salt!"
Qiuye thanked him and prepared to leave.
With the clay pot in hand, she couldn't wait to go back to the Vine Tribe and cook broth for Hua Xuan.
Moreover, this time the witchcraft was used to exchange for the clay pot, but the net has not been exchanged yet. When I return, I will have to exchange for another witchcraft.
"Oh well."
Yang Cheng wanted Qiuye to stay, chat with her more, and enjoy her scenery.
But she looked a little anxious, and if she was allowed to wander around the tribe, she would easily see the kilns and net-making places, so Yang Cheng nodded and didn't try to stay.
But after Qiuye carefully picked up the pot, Yang Cheng thought of something again, patted his head and said, "Wait a minute, Qiuye warrior."
"The shaman of the Qingque Tribe, does anything else happen?" Qiuye asked doubtfully.
Yang Cheng said a few words to Mu Qing, who immediately ran away and ran back after a while, holding several pottery bowls in his hand.
"Qiuye Warrior, you see, this is called a pottery bowl." Yang Cheng pointed to the pottery bowl and said, "It was also given to us by Grandmother Earth. It can be used to hold water and food. It is a very precious thing. In the tribe, Only those with a certain status can use it.”
Yang Cheng is telling lies.
That's right, in the Qingque tribe now, except for him, Yan Lin, the beast-eared ladies, and the totem warriors, there are no other ordinary tribesmen who own pottery bowls. They also use bamboo bowls to drink broth and eat barbecue. .
But this is because some pottery bowls have been burned. When the next kiln is opened, not only everyone in the tribe will have them, but even more than that is normal.
When you have had enough internal digestion, you have to digest it externally.
Isn’t the Vine Tribe just the best people to take advantage of?
Qiuye didn't know that pottery could be produced continuously. Hearing Yang Cheng's serious words, he had just noticed that only people with status of totem warrior or above in the Qingque tribe had this kind of pottery bowl, so he immediately believed what he said. .
Immediately, she seemed to understand what Yang Cheng meant. This kind of pottery bowl can only be used by people of high status. If you don't use it, you will lose face!
"Wizard from the Qingque Tribe, just tell me? How many bags of salt can be exchanged for a bowl like this!"
Qiuye couldn't wait. She wanted to see Hua Xuan enjoying the meat in the pottery pot with a pottery bowl. Maybe she would feel comfortable and show her belly like before she had grown up!
Speaking of which, Hua Xuan has never exposed her belly to her since she became a witch...
"Ten...nine bags of salt each."
Yang Cheng originally wanted to say ten bags of salt, but thinking about whether this was too dark, he gave a discount and said nine bags of salt.
Nine bags of salt for one?
Qiuye looked at the four pottery bowls in Yang Cheng's hands and calculated in his mind for a long time before he finally understood.
Then she gritted her teeth. Wasn't it the number of six palms?
At most, it would take a day for the tribesmen to put down what they were doing and dig for salt.
"Okay, I'll switch with you as the shaman of the Qingque Tribe." Qiuye responded.
"Well, take it."
Yang Cheng felt so pleased with himself that he handed the four pottery bowls to Qiuye.
Qiuye took it and gave it backhand to the four A, B, C and D of the Vine tribe, asking them to each take one and keep it carefully.
The four totem warriors of the Vine Tribe looked solemn and solemnly agreed, holding the pottery bowl carefully with both hands.
They look like four disciples of the Beggar Clan, which is very funny.
After the exchange was completed, Qiuye said goodbye to Yang Cheng again, picked up the food and water in the bamboo bucket, and embarked on the road back to the Teng tribe.
Seeing Qiu Ye and others walking away, Yang Cheng turned around and saw Yan Hu, Cang Shi and Mu Qing looking at him with a "profiteer" look.
In this regard, Yang Cheng's face did not turn red, his heart did not beat, and he was extremely indifferent.
