"Wu, when will we go back?"
Hongya asked weakly.
"Yes, I want to go back to the tribe. The exchange ceremony is so boring. I will never come again next time."
"Well, next time I ask Cang Shi to come, I won't be willing to come."
…
In addition to the strangeness of participating in the exchange ceremony a few days ago, I was able to make many friends and get to know many people.
These days they lay behind the big rock, taking out the clay pots when someone came, and doing their own things when no one came.
But apart from guarding the items, all the materials that could be exchanged in the exchange ceremony were exchanged, and the rest were despised.
It was so boring that no one wanted to spend any more time at the exchange ceremony.
The same is true for Yang Cheng. The seventh-grade ferocious beasts were exchanged for almost the same amount, and the witchcraft was also gained a lot. There was no oil or water to be squeezed out of the exchange ceremony.
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find any grains that could be grown, Yang Cheng would have wanted to leave the day before yesterday.
"Tomorrow, we will go back tomorrow."
Yang Cheng decided to stay another day, although he was a little unwilling to not get enough grain to grow this time.
But there is no other way. The tribes who came to participate in the exchange ceremony have not received any new ones for two days, and staying any longer is a waste of time.
And before leaving, Yang Cheng, Yan Lin, and Xing, the beast-eared ladies, told them to fold a star every day and throw it into a clay pot.
When the clay pot is full, Yang Cheng will go back.
Yang Cheng calculated the capacity of the clay pot, and it would take about thirty days to fill it.
It took the Qingque tribe eleven days to participate in the exchange ceremony, and another six days at the exchange ceremony, making it seventeen days.
There is less than half a month left, and the Qingque tribe has gained a lot. The return speed will definitely be slower than when they came, so in order to keep his promise, Yang Cheng plans to get up earlier.
Otherwise, those six beast-eared girls would not know how to cause trouble.
"Great!"
Everyone cheered when they heard that they could go back tomorrow.
"Tap tap tap..."
"There were footsteps."
At this time, Yan Hu's ears were outstanding and he heard footsteps coming from a distance.
After being reminded by Yanhu, the Qingque Tribe reluctantly returned to its image as the "Justice Black Monkey Tribe".
Yang Cheng put away the dried fish and looked at the five totem warriors running over with a smile.
A few hundred meters away, Gulu ran over without panting. When he ran to the big rock, he felt the powerful witchcraft on Yang Cheng. He couldn't help but slow down and asked carefully: "Are you a black monkey?" The witch of the tribe?”
"Yes, I am a shaman from the Black Monkey Tribe." Yang Cheng smiled and asked, "Which tribe are you from? Do you want to use a clay pot when you come to us?"
Clay pot? what is that?
Gulu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "No, we are here to exchange for ferocious beasts with you from the Black Monkey Tribe."
As he said that, Gulu looked behind Yang Cheng and found dozens of seventh-grade ferocious beasts, sixth-grade ferocious beasts, and even the corpses of two fifth-grade ferocious beasts.
Gulu's eyes widened for a moment, he swallowed, and then he became excited. He looked at each other with his tribe members, feeling very excited.
That person was right, only the Black Monkey Tribe could possess a huge number of ferocious beast corpses!
However, when he thought about what he had to take out in exchange for the corpse of the ferocious beast, Gulu's excited heart suddenly sank and turned into uneasiness.
"With our ferocious beasts?"
Yang Cheng was stunned. He had come here to exchange for the right to use the clay pot in the past few days. This was the first time that he had come to exchange for the corpse of a ferocious beast.
Then Yang Cheng's smile became even thicker.
This is a good thing. The number of corpses of ferocious beasts in the Qingque tribe is almost fifty.
It would be difficult for the ten totem warriors of the Qingque Tribe to bring back such a large number of corpses of ferocious beasts, let alone other messy things.
Yang Chengzheng was thinking about giving some to other tribes before leaving, and then "buying" some people's hearts as a favor.
"I don't know, what are you going to use in exchange for the corpse of the ferocious beast?" Yang Cheng asked with a smile.
Yang Cheng's kind smile gave Gulu courage. He gritted his teeth, took an animal skin bag from his back, and placed it on the big rock to unfold it.
"The shamans of the Black Monkey Tribe are this thing. We call it millet. It can be used to fill our stomachs, but it tastes a bit unpalatable..."
Speaking of this, Gulu hesitated and said: "We have seven bags of millet here, just exchange... for four seventh-grade ferocious beasts..."
After saying that, Gulu looked at Yang Cheng expectantly.
Although the man said that their seven bags of millet could be exchanged for ten ferocious beasts, Gulu thought about it and realized that they could not exchange for that many. If they could exchange for four seventh-grade ferocious beasts, they would have to thank Grandmother Earth for her kindness.
Yang Cheng didn't speak. He was stunned since Gulu opened the animal skin bag and showed the yellow and green grains inside in front of him.
Yang Cheng never expected that God would give him such a surprise.
After searching hard for so many days, I couldn't find it. I was about to give up, but someone took the initiative to send it to my door.
For a moment, Yang Cheng couldn't believe it. He felt like he was hallucinating or dreaming.
Yang Cheng was stunned.
Yanhu and Hongya didn't have it. They were curious, thinking that Gulu could bring something good in exchange for the corpse of the ferocious beast.
But when they saw it was a lot of grass grains, they were immediately disappointed.
Hongya grabbed seven or eight grains of millet from the animal skin bag and threw them into his mouth. He chewed them twice and then spit them out.
"Bah, it's so unpalatable, how can we replace it with our ferocious beasts?" Hongya said, "Or four ferocious beasts?"
After listening to Hongya's words, Gulu realized that the "Black Monkey Tribe" didn't want to change with them either.
He became even more anxious and looked at Yang Cheng who was in a daze with pleading eyes: "Witch of the Black Monkey Tribe, please, just change to another ferocious beast. Our tribe has no food. If this continues, , I may not be able to survive this winter..."
Gulu's begging voice was a bit loud, attracting a crowd of tribesmen to watch.
Some of these tribes had tasted the millet brought by Gulu before, and told others the cause and effect.
Immediately, many tribes that claimed to be friends of the "Black Monkey Tribe" naturally sided with Yang Cheng and accused Gulu:
"Hey, that totem warrior, don't beg any more. These things you brought are only a little bit larger than the corpse of a ferocious beast. But compared with the ferocious beast, it is not full. Why? Are you willing to trade for the body of a seventh-grade ferocious beast?"
"Yes, it doesn't matter if your food tastes good, but if it doesn't taste good, why are you going to trade the corpses of ferocious beasts with the Black Monkey Tribe?"
"Don't trade with the witches of the Black Monkey Tribe, or you will suffer a loss!"
…
Many tribes felt that the Valley tribe was so shameless, taking useless things and even thinking of trading them for the corpses of seventh-grade ferocious beasts.
Some tribes did not speak out. They sympathized with the Valley Tribe and felt that the righteous "Black Monkey Tribe" could give a seventh-level ferocious beast to the Valley Tribe. However, this was the "Black Monkey Tribe's" own business and they could not. Make decisions for them.
Gulu almost cried when he heard the accusations from the people around him.
The pleading eyes have turned into pleading eyes, and he is ready to plead to Yang Cheng again.
At this time, Yang Cheng came to his senses. Facing Gulu's pleading eyes,
He nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll change it."
