Knowing that the Vine Tribe was coming, Yang Cheng asked everyone to stop where they were and wait for a while.
While waiting, Yang Cheng couldn't help but continue to think about how to strengthen the tribe.
“What Totem Warrior needs for promotion is the power of Qi and blood.
According to what I learned at the exchange ceremony this time, some tribes rarely go hunting. Their food is only nearby fruit trees, which can also absorb the power of qi and blood, but only in small amounts.
So according to this, the supplement of energy and blood power does not only come from ferocious beasts, as long as it can fill the stomach, it is just a matter of more or less..."
Yang Cheng didn't think for long, because Qiuye came over with the vine tribe.
"The shaman of the Qingque Tribe."
Qiuye saluted Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng's eyes glanced at Qiuye. Qiuye was still the same, with long legs, a toned figure, and curvy buttocks.
But this time, Yang Cheng was thinking about the witch bones and how to strengthen the tribe, so he didn't look much at it. He glanced at it and turned his eyes away.
Instead, she stared at the cat-eared girl beside her, feeling absentmindedly in a daze.
The cat-eared girl was looked at by Yang Cheng's confused eyes, thinking that there was something wrong with her, so she checked her up and down and found that everything was fine.
But Yang Cheng's eyes were still staring straight at her.
"What are you looking at? You haven't seen the cat-eared girl?!"
Suddenly, Hua Xuan felt angry and really wanted to scratch Yang Cheng's face!
However, in order to implement her inner thoughts, Hua Xuan refrained from getting angry.
Qiuye said: "The shamans of the Qingque tribe still need your help when we go back to cross the river."
Yang Cheng nodded casually: "Easy to say, easy to say, the rule is still the same, one bag of salt per person."
Qiuye shook his head and said, "We don't have salt anymore. Can you look at something else?"
"Something else? What else do you have?" Yang Cheng asked doubtfully.
"this."
Qiuye said, taking out two animal skin bags from his back and unfolding them on the ground. Inside were a lot of yellow fruits, each about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child's fist and five or six centimeters in diameter.
Primitive people didn't give it a name, so they just called it wild fruit.
Yang Cheng's eyes lit up. This yellow fruit was his favorite fruit. It tasted a bit like an underripe apple, green but juicy.
And another important point is that this yellow fruit has a pit and is likely to be cultivated.
Yang Cheng discovered this fruit at the exchange ceremony and originally wanted to take it back to the Qingque tribe and try to plant it.
However, the quantity was too small, and Yang Cheng only got a dozen.
Hua Xuan noticed the joy in Yang Cheng's eyes and felt proud.
Sure enough, she guessed right, this hateful guy is still a glutton.
At the exchange ceremony, she noticed that Yang Cheng liked to eat this fruit, and Hua Xuan immediately used a bag of salt to exchange all the fruits at the exchange ceremony.
It’s so smart to exchange these fruits for the chance to cross the river now!
"Okay, you can use this bag of fruit."
Yang Cheng asked Yanhu to step forward and bring over two bags of fruits.
After getting it, Yang Cheng took a fruit, wiped it on the animal skin clothes, and then took a bite.
Well, it tastes delicious——
I looked through the animal skin bag again and found that the two animal skin bags together contained about a hundred. If they were to be planted, it would be unrealistic for them all to survive, but they should be able to produce twenty or thirty, right?
Yang Cheng has never planted fruit trees before, so he doesn't know what the survival rate is.
"let's go."
Yang Cheng asked everyone to move on. He couldn't wait to return to the tribe and carry out development.
This time, various witchcraft and rice seeds have been replaced, so the tribe's planting and animal husbandry can be carried out!
Seeing that Yang Cheng was about to continue setting off.
Hua Xuan was behind Qiu Ye and hurriedly pulled at her animal skin.
"Wait, the shaman of the Qingque tribe." Qiuye shouted again.
"What, is there anything else?"
Yang Cheng turned his head and looked at Qiu Ye curiously.
Qiuye told Yang Cheng what Hua Xuan told her: "The witch from the Qingque tribe, I, my sister, she is very curious about witchcraft. She wants to see the witch from the Qingque tribe. Can you cast some witchcraft?" "
Yang Cheng asked strangely: "Why, haven't the witches in your tribe performed witchcraft? Besides, what's so good about witchcraft?"
"Well...this..."
Qiuye's head was spinning. It was really hard for her, a totem warrior, to ask her to lie and find reasons.
After thinking for a long time, Qiuye turned slightly red and stammered: "She is just curious... she wants... she wants to see who has more powerful witchcraft between the witches of the Qingque Tribe and our witches..."
"is that so?"
Yang Cheng tilted his head and said suspiciously.
"Uh-huh."
Hua Xuan nodded seriously, put her two white little hands in front of her, and her cat ears twitched, looking very cute.
"Okay, I'll show you the light ball technique."
Yang Cheng was attracted by the appearance of the cat-eared girl. It didn't matter anyway, it was just a good time to experiment with the witchcraft he had studied in the past few days.
"Very good."
Hua Xuan clapped her hands, but her eyes widened with a serious look on her face, preparing to observe Yang Cheng's use of witchcraft.
However, Yang Cheng did not cast witchcraft immediately, but changed his voice: "But, you also know that performing witchcraft consumes witchcraft power. I only have such a small amount of witchcraft power. I will definitely know how to cast a witchcraft." Exhausted..."
Special consumption of witchcraft power?
Do you only have a little bit of witchcraft power in you?
Casting a witchcraft will tire you out?
Why don’t I believe it! !
As a witch and the same type of person as Yang Cheng, Hua Xuan wanted to step forward, pull Yang Cheng's big face, grab his ears, and make him say it again, seriously and honestly!
"call……"
Hua Xuan quietly let out a long breath, resisted her body's impulse, and gave Qiu Ye a look.
Qiuye understood, frowned and said helplessly: "The shaman of the Qingque Tribe, can ten bags of salt be enough?"
She just finished speaking.
Yang Cheng, who had been weak just now, suddenly became lively and energetic.
"But in order to satisfy the curiosity of a cute little girl, isn't it just a matter of performing a witchcraft? No matter how hard or tiring it is!" Yang Cheng said loudly.
After saying that, Yang Cheng suddenly felt the glorious image just now, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, Qiuye Warrior, where is the salt you mentioned?"
Qiuye glanced at Yang Cheng angrily and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "We don't have any anymore. When we get back, we will send them to your tribe."
"Yeah, okay."
Yang Cheng had no objection. The Vine tribe was not the only tribe that could be exchanged for salt at the exchange ceremony. Yang Cheng exchanged three seventh-level ferocious beasts with another tribe for fifty animal skin bags of salt. Now there is almost no room for it on the raft. .
