At noon, outside the city gate of Gray Rabbit New Village.

Song Yongzheng led a group of high-ranking people under his command to see off Shang Qi, the big leader of the Qingshang tribe, as well as his dozen or so guards, as well as forty-seven former captives led by Shang Yi.

By this time, Song Yong had already taken out of the seized inventory.

A batch of decent stone spears and knives were selected and handed back to the prisoners of the money.

Now these captives have a weapon in their hands, and they can have a self-defense guy on the long way home.

But what Song Yong handed back to them, that's all.

Like the other loot, Song Yong didn't have any intention of returning it to the Qingshang tribe.

After all, all the cloudy wine had been drunk, and the yellow-brown salt cubes he really didn't look at, but as long as he boiled them in water, as long as they were purified several times, they could still turn into snow-white refined salt.

As for the ten pack oxen, they are the treasures in Song Yong's eyes.

If all goes well, the next time he comes to the primitive era, he will take the people of the tribe with him and start trying to make iron and steel.

After successfully training steel, it will be used to make various agricultural tools.

Among them, the steel plough equipped with the wooden plough is the most important product, and the main thing is that Song Yong calculated that with the iron plough pulled by pack oxen, the speed of reclaiming wasteland will be greatly increased.

Not to mention, there are still three cows among the ten pack oxen, which can be regarded as a complete small group.

Song Yong, who was counting on these three cows to give birth to more calves in the coming year, was now willing to return the ten pack oxen, which was a strange thing.

We snatched the pack oxen by our ability, so why should we return them......

Before parting, Song Yong said to the business deed with a sincere face:

"The great leader of the business deed, there is no need to leave in such a hurry! If you really can't do it, it's not too late to leave after lunch, and you have the strength to hurry when you are full. ”

Even after the two sides reach an agreement, everyone can think of this:

When it is said that after a short period of five years has passed, the relationship between the gray rabbit tribe and the Qingshang tribe has become a general relationship between business competitors.

Maybe there will be a bigger conflict between each other.

But no matter what, Song Yong, as the local master, a noble and elegant witch lord, still needs to show the necessary demeanor and politeness.

Therefore, before Shang Qi and the others left, he once again sent out an invitation to let the other party eat something before leaving.

Of course, he was really just polite! If Shang Qi really agreed, and then returned to the city walls with people, the goods would be quite embarrassing.

In other words, if it were replaced by other upright ordinary natives, they would agree under Brother Yong's enthusiasm.

Fortunately, Shang Qi, the elite of the natives, can still see what kind of thoughts and routines Song Yong has under his enthusiastic appearance.

His mouth was faint, and he said the words of refusal:

"No need! There are too many members of the Qingshang tribe, and the pressure on natural survival is also greater, so these people will continue to live with two meals a day after they go back, so that they can adapt to that kind of hard life early. ”

After finishing speaking, after Shang Qi bowed his hand for the last time, he led the people to turn around and walk down the mountain.

And in their group of nearly sixty people, until they walked out of the distance, Shang Qi couldn't help but glance back, the gray rabbit new village that had become extremely small in his eyes.

Even if it was so far away, it seemed to be heard in Shang Qi's ears, and bursts of cheers were heard.

There was no doubt about it! It was the loud cheers of the Grey Rabbit tribe.

It was such a small tribe as them, who cheered proudly after achieving a great victory in the confrontation with a large tribe like Qingshang.

Silently, Shang Qi thought about the unheard-of precision cultivation technology that he heard from the mouths of Shang Yi and others, which can be called a huge harvest.

and the damage caused to the tribe by not being able to set foot in the southwest region for five years.

Suddenly, even Shang Qi, who was sixteen years old, became the leader of a small caravan in the tribe, and at the age of twenty-one, he became the leader of the largest caravan to the Central Plains.

At the age of thirty-two, he became an elite figure of the great tribal chief.

He couldn't tell in his heart that the five-year contract that he had agreed to the gray rabbit this time was made by their Qingshang tribe or was it a big loss?

However, he can be sure of one thing: the gray rabbit tribe will be more difficult to deal with in five years.

In fact, after Shang Qi led a group of his subordinates away, the guys of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, whose eyes had grown to the top of their heads, did not stop cheering at all.

In their opinion, the Qingshang tribe is just like that.

The real cheers were the thirty-odd tribal leaders who came to watch the ceremony, as well as the few guards they brought with them.

And the reason why they cheered was because the honorable Gray Rabbit had finally begun to hand out the beautiful little gift in the promise.

I saw that it was after the gray rabbit looked at the adult, and said hello loudly in his mouth.

It was a bunch of women from the Grey Rabbit tribe, each of whom walked up to a pottery vessel with a large opening.

Most of these women have big bellies, and it seems that in one or two months, they will give birth to cubs.

That represents the Gray Rabbit tribe, and there will be another batch of sturdy cubs.

"Come to the leader of Qingyan, a small gift from the Gray Rabbit tribe is not a tribute. ”

As he spoke, Song Yong took a mouthful of pottery from Gardenia's hand, and this one was still the pottery he made with his own hands, and it was directly stuffed into the hands of his old acquaintance, the leader of the Cangyan tribe of the younger brother tribe.

When the pottery was in his hands, Qing Yan could immediately feel the heavy weight.

When he looked inside, he could see that the open pottery contained a lot of snow-white refined salt, and even if it was not thoroughly filled, the refined salt inside could weigh five or six catties.

This refined salt alone is enough for their Cangyan tribe to eat for nearly a month.

Therefore, they spent a few days this time, and only a few people were dispatched to watch the ceremony, and the salt alone was completely worth the ticket.

Compared with the leaders of other tribes, after getting the refined salt of the Gray Rabbit tribe for the first time, they shouted like dirt buns.

I have known this for a long time, and I have eaten this refined salt Qingyan for a while.

His focus at this time was the pottery with a large opening.

It took a lot of effort to look at this pottery with a crooked belly and an open position of an S-shape.

In the end, Qing Yan said to Song Yong: "Brother Yong, if I'm not mistaken, this should be a clay pot, right?"

As soon as he heard this, the young man Song Yong almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood on the spot.

Just kidding! You look at the obvious appearance and exquisite shape of this pottery, what is called a clay pot, it is 100% a clay pot, is it good?

Besides, is this clay pot made by Brother Yong himself so abstract......

Regarding the first types of pottery, Song Yong originally planned to make the most mainstream pottery pots, but at the strong suggestion of Six Fingers, he changed his mind.

The main reason is that the clay pot is more practical for the natives of the southwest region than the clay pot.

Because compared with those bulky stone pots, clay pots are much more efficient in boiling water and meat.

And even in the Gray Rabbit tribe, because the number of iron pots is extremely limited, such as boiling salt and boiling water, most of them still use laborious and time-consuming stone pots.

So in terms of demand, the demand for clay pots in the entire southwest region is very amazing.

In other words, as long as they can be fired and the price is not too expensive, then as many such pots can be traded.

Their Grey Rabbit tribe alone needs hundreds of clay pots to use internally.

So, in addition to the clay pot that Song Yong made first, the rest took a group of craftsmen, and it was a clay pot with hundreds of mouths.

Unfortunately, in the end, in the process of firing, only 53 clay pots were successfully fired.

The specific success rate is only barely more than 50%.

Now, after Brother Yong so generously took out most of his skills as gifts and promotional materials, he was still under such strong suspicion.

Therefore, the depression in the heart of the young Song Yong is now conceivable.

Luckily, except for being a little ugly, these clay pots have no problems with use and performance at all.

The leaders and guards took these ugly clay pots and studied them for a while, and after confirming such a point, they immediately let out a huge cheer from their mouths.

can use such a good thing as a small gift, the noble gray rabbit is really generous!