Everyone looked straight at the pottery pot that returned to their arms, wishing they could turn into wolves and snatch it away.
Da Hui was looked at with terrifying eyes by everyone, and felt extremely panicked. He couldn't help but hug the pot in his arms tightly, and then looked at Yang Cheng for help.
"Yanhu, what is that?"
Shi Li squeezed in from the crowd and asked, pointing to the pottery pot that returned to his arms.
When he said this, he was still swallowing and his stomach was growling.
The sounds of these two people caused the stomachs of everyone around them to rise and fall together. Many people also focused on Yan Hu, but more of them turned to look at the pottery pot.
Faced with everyone's gaze, Yan Hu did not dare to answer without permission, and he looked at Yang Cheng.
As a conscientious businessman, after-sales service should still be provided.
Yang Cheng stepped forward and said with a smile: "This is called a clay pot, and it is an artifact given to our tribe by Grandmother Earth!"
"Wow!"
As soon as Yang Cheng's words came out, the whole place exploded.
"Before, I was the ancestor god of the river, and now I am the grandmother of the earth?!"
"Is this an artifact?"
"Of course this is a magic weapon, otherwise how could you make such delicious food?"
"The Black Monkey Tribe is indeed a righteous tribe. It can be taken care of by the gods and given artifacts!"
…
Everyone was talking and making a lot of noise!
"Everyone be quiet first."
Yang Cheng pressed his hand and asked everyone to quiet down.
"Everyone has just seen the use of the clay pot. Just put it on the fire, add water, and the meat of ferocious beasts, and you can make delicious food.
And it is an artifact given to our tribe by Grandmother Earth. Originally, I planned to put it in the tribe and enshrine it, but I got an oracle from Grandmother Earth. She wanted to spread the artifact to every place in the wilderness through me. Corner, let more tribes taste the delicious food it makes..."
Having said this, Yang Cheng paused and waved his hands towards Yanhu and Hongya.
The two of them understood and took all eight animal skin bags wrapped in clay pots to the big rock.
Tao Guo Yang Cheng does not intend to engage in hunger marketing. Not every tribe can afford such valuable things. It would be a big loss to engage in hunger marketing.
Yang Cheng plans to change his marketing method and hold an auction while all the tribes from the exchange ceremony are here!
"So, I brought these artifacts!"
Yang Cheng continued to talk, and while he was talking, he asked Yanhu, Hongya and the others to untie the animal skin bags one by one!
When each animal skin is untied and the clay pot inside is revealed, everyone present will burst out in exclamation!
At the end, the largest and most exquisite printed pottery has patterns that appeared after Yang Cheng asked Lulu to stamp the pottery before it was dry and then fired it.
The crowd even burst into loud exclamations!
It almost resounded through the sky!
Everyone's eyes are extremely hot, looking at these pottery, their faces are full of greed and fanaticism!
They didn't doubt Yang Cheng's words at all!
These pots are artifacts given by Grandmother Earth!
Otherwise it wouldn’t be so exquisite and beautiful!
Hua Xuan and Qiu Ye in the crowd were very confused when they saw the eight pottery pots shining brightly on the big rock under the sunlight.
They had only briefly glanced at the Qingque tribe's pottery by the river before, and found that there were a lot of them, but they didn't see their specific appearance.
Now that they saw these pottery pots that looked like they were bathed in holy light, they doubted their previous judgments. These pottery pots seemed to be artifacts given by Grandmother Earth, right?
Yang Cheng waited for a while, waiting for everyone present to be shocked by the exquisite appearance of the pottery pot.
He then said in a heavy voice: "But for the mission entrusted to us by Grandmother Earth, to bring these pots to many tribes in the wilderness, our tribe has lost too much, not only for more than thirty sunsets. , I didn’t even eat a few wild fruits, and I hung around these pots every day to guard them with hungry stomachs.
Moreover, I encountered many dangers on the road, and I even had a close encounter with a sixth-grade ferocious beast, a mud cow. I almost lost our tribe, and the future of the tribe was ruined by its horns... "
Speaking of this, Yang Cheng's voice was not only heavy, but also a little hoarse.
The listeners cry, the listeners are sad.
Shili felt his nose was sore and his heart was blocked. When he thought about Yang Cheng and the others, not only did the witch come in person, but they even suffered so much on the way in order to bring the pot.
He directly waved his hand and said loudly: "That witch, you don't have to say anything, I will trade you with the corpses of two sixth-grade ferocious beasts and five seventh-grade ferocious beasts!"
"I'll take the corpses of ten seventh-level ferocious beasts!"
"I'll take three witch dominoes!"
"I have witchcraft and witchcraft!"
"Swap with me, and I'll give you ten exiles in exchange!"
…
Exiles? what is that?
Yang Cheng was a little confused, and then suddenly remembered that when he first came to the Qingque Tribe, Yan Lin and Mu Qing also called him an exile.
Do the exiles refer to primitive people without totems, or primitive people who had totems before but lost them after encountering changes?
Just as Yang Cheng was about to ask that person clearly.
At this time, there was a commotion from behind the crowd, followed by a burst of yelling and questioning.
Then, the crowd was pushed to both sides by fifteen or six fierce totem warriors.
A tall man about two meters taller than Yan Hu walked up to Yang Cheng, looked down from a high position, squinted his triangular eyes, and asked viciously: "Are you the witch of the Black Monkey Tribe?!"
The witch from the Black Monkey Tribe?
Hua Xuan and Qiu Ye looked strange.
Before, they heard people shouting the name of the Black Monkey Tribe behind the big rock of the Vine Tribe, and thought that the Black Monkey Tribe had come and done something.
Now it looks like Yang Cheng is impersonating the Black Monkey Tribe?
The first moment he saw the snake head, Yan Hu pulled Yang Cheng behind him, fully alert, slightly bent over, holding the bone spear, and looked at the snake head warily.
Not only Yanhu, but also the other totem warriors, like Hongya and the others, picked up their respective weapons, as well as two animal skin bags. The animal skin bags contained nets, and made alert movements!
The snake head glanced at Yan Hu and the other ten people, showing disdain. He only squinted and looked at Yang Cheng like a poisonous snake.
Naturally, Yang Cheng would not stupidly get too close to the snake's head. He understood the principle of catching the thief first.
After being pulled by Yanhu, Yang Cheng hid behind his clansmen.
"Yes, I am the shaman of the Black Monkey Tribe!" Yang Cheng stretched out his neck from behind Yanhu and said.
"Did you hurt my clansman?"
The snake head still narrowed his eyes and asked sinisterly.
Yang Cheng stretched out his head and two hands, his face full of indignation, and his hands were making huge arcs.
"Yes, I was the one injured. Your tribe is so abominable. They bully the weaker tribes. As a righteous tribe, I, the Black Monkey Tribe, cannot ignore it!"
He was obviously hiding behind Yan Hu and others, but everyone felt that he was righteous and reprimanded Fang Qiu!
