The screams and fights of the women comrades came from the side of the cave from time to time, but except for the toothless and unproductive goods, they unconsciously looked straight in the eyes.

As Brother Yong, who has seen the market, he hasn't even moved his eyelids.

It's just that some indigenous women who have never even seen a mirror can't help but make a noise after seeing their own delicate appearance in the palm-sized makeup mirror.

What he really cares about now is the good things of the Cangyan tribe that press the bottom of the box.

Of course, if it is in the poor Cangyan tribe, there is really a good thing at the bottom of the box.

For this reason, a voice full of temptation like a devil came out of the mouth of this thing, to the poor old lamb Qingyan, and this is how it slowly came out:

"Leader Qingyan, after having these five baskets of frozen fish, the Cangyan tribe will be able to survive this winter?"

"Yes, you can barely survive this winter, all thanks to the generosity of the Gray Rabbit. After solving the biggest difficulty in his heart, the look on Qing Yan's face looked much more relaxed.

Indeed, with these fish, everything is different.

Even if he doesn't follow the traditions of the tribe, he is confident enough to keep all members of the tribe on the basis of the original food.

Each person eats a few more bites of fish and half a bowl of fish soup every day.

In this way, it is enough for everyone to live until spring with a life.

At this time, the Cangyan tribe will be like a weed after a wildfire, and it will once again radiate new vitality in a new spring.

It's just that Song Yong's subsequent words made him see a better result:

"Reluctantly, doesn't that mean that if there are two more baskets of fish, you will be more sure?"

After finishing speaking, Song Yong didn't wait for Qing Yan, who couldn't react, to react.

He stood up again, and took out a bunch of things from the pile of supplies in their caravan that dazzled the poor little old man.

For example, if you slide the pulley with your thumb, a lighter with a flame will appear.

Looking at the kind of magical tool that can stabilize the flame in an easy way, Qing Yan couldn't help but think about it:

If their hunting party also had this handy lighter when they were out and about, where would they need to knock on the stone for half a day when they wanted to light a bonfire?

The color is as white as snow, and you can wear labor protection gloves on your hands.

Poor Qingyan immediately felt an indescribable softness and warmth after taking it with his own hands like chicken paws at Song Yong's signal.

And an emotion called elegance spreads inexplicably in the heart.

What's more, he realized that if he went out with this thing in winter, his hands wouldn't be frozen and he wouldn't be able to do anything, right?

The kind of watermelon knife that was slashed the dry firewood, but it was not deformed at all, and there was a gap.

Compared with their Cangyan tribe, they need to be careful when using it, for fear that they will break if they are not careful, and it is simply as easy to use as an artifact.

There are also all sorts of weird things like palm-sized mirrors and colorful headbands.

These shiny and colorful things, in fact, Qingyan is not very interested in personally.

But at this moment, he could feel that all the women in the tribe had gathered their incomparably longing eyes on him at this moment.

If he hadn't taken it down, he didn't know what terrible things would have happened in the future.

In other words, Qing Yan is a qualified tribal leader, but he is far inferior to Song Yong in terms of vision, this outlier from the modern plane, but it does not mean that he is not IQ enough.

Seeing Song Yong's superfluous actions, he couldn't see the true thoughts that were not deep at all after the display of this goods.

For this reason, he pulled the pile of things in front of him, regardless of everything, into his arms.

After hugging them all, he said in a stinky and shameless voice:

"Lord Gray Rabbit, why don't you just say it directly, what do you want? As long as it's not people and food, you can take anything with you. ”

Seeing that he had finally reached the point where he could speak, Song Yong finally said what he thought.

Because of the strong excitement in his heart, he couldn't help but lower his voice even when he was speaking:

"Leader Qingyan, do you have that kind of golden color in your tribe, a stone that looks golden? If not, that kind of colorful and beautiful stone is naturally okay. ”

The so-called glittering stone, this refers to the dog's head gold.

The beautiful colorful stones refer to those natural gemstones and jadeite.

This is also what this product has been thinking about this time: with the help of the resources of the primitive era, let himself quickly become a big man in the modern plane, a big man who can deal with greater threats.

Such a big man must have a prominent identity and status, and rich interpersonal relationships.

To have these, in the best way he could do at the moment, was naturally to find a way to quickly possess enough wealth.

It's just that according to his original plan, just with a Song Ji food stall, he may need to spend more than ten years, or even more time.

What if something like this happens again?

Therefore, a large number of doghead gold and natural gemstones, these simple and crude things, have become the best choice at present.

It's a pity that in the face of Song Yong's extremely expectant eyes, Qing Yan stood in a daze, and asked a question that made Song Yong a little speechless:

"We haven't seen those things, and besides, we can't eat them, so what's the use of bringing them back?"

Song Yong: "......"

Qing Yan, who had already been stinky and shameless, was holding the pile of things in his arms, and Song Yong knew that it seemed that he couldn't get it back.

Fortunately, after relying on Song Yong's treasures, Qingyan was a little reluctant to go on his conscience.

To this end, he cautiously proposed:

"Dear Lord Gray Rabbit, why don't you go to the place where our supplies are stored and take a look yourself, in case there is something that catches your eye. ”

The matter has come to this, what else can Song Yong do?

Of course, with Qingyan who led the way, they walked towards the depths of the cave together.

Like the Gray Rabbit Tribe, the Cangyan tribe also placed all their belongings in the depths of the cave with a cooler temperature and safer.

The difference was that they also had two hunters with stone spears there, who were always guarding, and Qing Yan was obviously worried that the little food he had would be stolen by the hungry tribesmen.

With the help of the fire lit by the two guards to keep warm, Song Yong wandered around the area where the supplies were stored.

Compared with the Gray Rabbit Tribe, the amount of materials they store is much less, and it looks a little messy.

Among them, the largest number is naturally a large pile of dead branches and tree trunks piled up indiscriminately, like this kind of thing that is necessary for winter, and the source is simple, the Cangyan tribe has enough reserves.

And in terms of the most important food, Song Yong also saw some small amount of jerky.

Perhaps it was because it had been left for too long, the color of the jerky had turned black, and it looked a little strange, and Song Yong couldn't tell what kind of creatures these things came from.

Originally, Song Yong was still thinking about whether he could find some special ingredients in it, and if he really brought it back, he would also add some new kinds of products to his kebab shop.

But after seeing these things, I immediately gave up the original idea in my heart.

Selling normal lamb, pork, and beef skewers is actually pretty good.

In this way, Song Yong was almost done in a circle, and he didn't see anything that could make him impulsively take away again, I have to say that in the second half of this transaction, he was a blood loss here in the Cangyan tribe.

With a heart full of disappointment, Song Yong thought about leaving this so-called storage area.

As a result, after turning around, he tripped over a small lump of wood on his foot and almost fell to the ground.

Annoyed and angry, Song Yong kicked out, kicked the lump of wood under his feet far away, and kicked it to the side of the fire.

Then, just as he was about to pull his legs and leave, he accidentally glanced at the thing.

Suddenly, the goods could not move at all.

Because where is that thing a lump of wood, but an old ginseng is good! Looking at the seemingly thick and somewhat excessive volume, Song Yong had only one thought in his heart:

After you have this thing, what more do you want for a dog's head gold!