Under the scorching sun above his head, Song Yong maintained the movement of bowing his head and bending over, and pulled weeds for wheat in the field for a long time.

It's just that after a little bit of work, Song Yong is full of sweat beads on his forehead.

And when he got to his belly, which was getting bigger and bigger, and saw that he was about to give birth to thistles, Song Yong's sweat had already been completely wet with the T-shirt on his body.

But after such a toss, the wine that Song Yong drank before he crossed it.

The silence that filled his body was basically tossed out with sweat.

After taking the thistle's hand and handing over the bamboo tube containing the mountain spring water, Song Yongcai happily took a big sip of himself, and heard the thistle say next to him:

"Brother Yong, the envoy of the Qingshang tribe came yesterday, and the person who led the team is said to be the big leader of the Qingshang tribe: Shang Qi. ”

When he said this, Ji Ji's expression was a little solemn, mainly because the level of the envoys sent by the Qingshang tribe was a bit higher than they expected.

Although it is said that a tribe often has a witch in charge, then the witch is the real first person in power.

However, the number two person of the tribe like the big leader has spent more than a month and traveled a long distance to come to the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

Just for Shang Yi, the captain of a caravan, and dozens of tribesmen.

If such a thing is said, don't say that these people don't believe it, even other tribes won't believe it, then the question is, what kind of big thing is it that makes the big leader of Shang Qi come on purpose?

Therefore, when the envoy of the Qingshang tribe arrived, the high-level people left behind by the gray rabbit tribe had a headache because of this.

Fortunately, when they didn't know what to do, their great Brother Yong came back this morning, and as long as Brother Yong came back, he wouldn't worry about big problems!

In fact, it's the same, after letting a stinky sweat take away all the alcohol on the body.

In Song Yong's mind at this moment, it was unprecedented clarity.

He only thought about it for a while, and then he thought of some possibilities for the other party to appear, but these needed certain small details to determine.

So, he asked Ji Ji, "Do the envoys of the Qingshang tribe know about my return?"

"No! They absolutely don't know. On this point, thistle gave an affirmative answer.

"The Qingshang tribe has only come over more than a dozen people this time, and they have behaved very well, they have been staying in a few wooden houses, not moving around, and even the captives of their tribe have not had any contact. ”

Hearing this, Song Yong had an idea in his heart, and he opened his mouth and commanded directly:

"That's okay, you go quickly~"

"Forget it, it's not convenient for you to have a big belly, so let the others inform the high-level people at home such as the hooligan and the six fingers to come to me for a small meeting; ”

When Ji heard Song Yong say this, he directly waved his hand at the city wall.

As a result, only a few minutes later, the waste ran down in a smoke, and then after getting the task in the mouth of his mother-in-law, he ran back again......

He sat in place, in the shade of a tall ginkgo tree by the roadside.

The high-level members of the Gray Rabbit tribe at home are all gathered here at this moment.

That is, the five people, including thistle, six fingers, wilderness, hooligans, and Han, and the others are now busy in the surrounding mountains and forests because of this and that task.

After throwing a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, Song Yong asked:

"In the past few days since I went back to the Huaxia tribe, everything in the tribe is normal, right? Those captives, have any of them tried to escape? Are there many tribes that come to our tribe to trade refined salt?"

In this way, Song Yong, who was chewing gum, had such a string of questions popping up in his mouth.

As a senior old cigarette money, I often habitually bring myself a cigarette on such a serious occasion, so that I can have a good idea.

But after being injured, in the request for the female ticket to come out quickly, Song Yong has recently been unable to maintain the minimum standard of five cigarettes a day.

The main reason is that Song Yong agreed to the female ticket and stopped smoking until the injury healed.

Fortunately, Wang Xinran's sister also knew the pain of the old smoking gun if she didn't smoke, so the girl went to a store not far away and bought a bunch of snacks and chewing gum for Song Yong.

Forget about the snacks, Song Yong stuffed them to Xiao Lin in a blink of an eye.

But he often carries chewing gum or something, and from time to time he puts a grain in his mouth, which can be regarded as relieving the depression of not smoking.

In the face of Brother Yong's inquiry, after his face was pale, he replied very seriously: "Brother Yong, give me a grain to taste!"

Suddenly, the black line on Song Yong's head rose!

After a short pause, everyone in the audience had a piece of gum in their mouths, and these local goods followed Song Yong's example, and the chewing sound of 'chirp, chirp~' in their mouths was called a thought.

But in this way, this small meeting can continue to be held.

The scoundrel chewing gum finally gave a serious answer in his mouth:

"Recently, everything has been going well in the tribe, and after the hunting team has added five more people to the hunting team, although the food supply is not as abundant as before, it can still ensure that everyone can eat three meals a day. ”

"Don't worry about the captives! Brother Yong, believe it or not, now is to let go of the guards of those guys, none of them has any intention of escaping; ”

"But in terms of the salt trade, that's weird? Obviously, we've put out the news that we can produce salt, but recently there are only a few small tribes who have traded the right amount of salt, and the big tribes have no news at all. ”

After listening to the recent situation of these tribes, Song Yong fell into deep thought.

First of all, the number of people in the hunting party was increased by five more to meet the daily food supply, and he knew that there was no way to do it.

Relying only on gathering and hunting, there is a limit to the number of people that can be raised in each side of the mountain forest.

In other words, it is the statement that man and nature are in balance.

Beyond that, that wonderful balance is upset, and there is less and less food that can be gathered and hunted.

There are difficulties about this, and Song Yong knows that it is only temporary.

After the autumn harvest, the gray rabbit tribe, which has a large number of grain reserves, can always recover as long as they give the surrounding mountains and forests some time to cultivate and recuperate.

Secondly, in terms of the gradual return of the captives, he thought that it was an inevitable and general result.

Being able to eat two meals a day without starving is already the ultimate dream of many primitive people, and the Gray Rabbit tribe eats three meals a day here, and then the family can be sent over.

What's more, their tribes are all gone, and the life of slavery here is not bad, it is nothing more than hard work.

Based on all of the above, Song Yong really couldn't imagine that they had any reason to escape.

Don't be funny, they just flee into the mountains and forests in threes and twos, most likely in the mountains and forests, and are soon eaten by wild beasts, instead of becoming some happy wild men.

On the contrary, it was the last point, Song Yong felt a little puzzled.

Every year, through the caravan of the Qingshang tribe, the amount of salt imported into the southwest area of Lei Yeze is limited, and more than half of the batch of salt in the first half of this year has become the trophy of the gray rabbit tribe.

That kind of yellow-brown salt block full of impurities, Song Yong and the Gray Rabbit tribe naturally couldn't look down on it.

However, for a large part of the tribes in the southwest, those things were a necessity for their lives, and it is estimated that by this time, all the salt they had traded in had been depleted.

And even large and medium-sized tribes such as red cypress, it is estimated that there is not much inventory.

So what is the reason why they don't come to the gray rabbit tribe with better quality and cheaper prices to trade salt?

Song Yong couldn't understand this.