At the edge of the burning fire, nine pairs of boots and rabbit skins were lined up along the fire.

The smell of ecstasy from the half-dried socks that had been covered for a day, white smoke emitted under the scorching fire.

At this moment, when it spreads around the firepit, it is really called a very ecstasy.

Song Yong and the others actually knew that their approach was a bit unrefined and decent, but after a day of hurrying, it was after roasting the soles of their feet like this.

Only then can they truly feel that the frozen and numb feet under their feet still belong to them.

And as the master of the Cangyan tribe, in fact, for their unrefined practices, it seems that not only is there no criticism at all, but there are bursts of joy on every face.

Indeed, they deserve to be so happy.

On the one hand, their relatives who had no choice but to go to the depths of the mountains and forests to die were called back because of the appearance of these people.

The sense of great surprise that they had recovered was already tolerant of the small problems of these guests.

What's more, at this moment, among the several largest stone pots in the tribe on the other side of the fire pond, there are all several large pots of delicious fish soup boiling in them.

Good guys! The kind of bossy, hard-boiled frozen fish.

The powerful totem warrior wielded a strange weapon called the Pig Killing Knife, and easily slashed it into two finger-width pieces.

In the previous half month, the total food of all the people in their entire tribe in a day was slightly more than that of such a big fish.

But just now, everyone's eyes were staring straight ahead.

That guy chopped five of these big fish in one go, and used them to stew the fish soup that everyone ate and drank in the evening.

When he threw the fish into the stone pot, his indifferent expression, the domineering and magnanimous spirit faintly revealed, made everyone in the Cangyan tribe look like a cow's madness.

'Hey~'

For a while, I don't know how many old people from the Cangyan tribe sighed silently in their hearts when they saw this scene.

Because they really can't figure out why? The Gray Rabbit Tribe, which had always been down-and-out and couldn't even compare to the Cangyan tribe at all, is now mixed up like this.

Not only did they not have enough food to eat in winter, but they also had a surplus to trade with caravans.

All these changes are probably due to the appearance of the gray rabbit who is talking carefully with their leader, Qing Yan.

I don't know if these guys from the Gray Rabbit Tribe are even the fire of the tribe that is now smoking, and they can actually encounter such a good thing......

Just when many people in the Cangyan tribe felt extremely envious and jealous for the luck of the gray rabbit tribe.

As their leader, Qing Yan didn't have the heart to care about these little things.

Mainly in his mind, some deeper questions were taken into account:

It is entirely true that the caravan of the Grey Rabbit tribe has indeed arrived, or has it come with a large amount of the most precious food of this winter!

It's just that as a qualified leader, he naturally has a qualified IQ and insight.

On this land, there is never a free broth that can be drunk in vain, and if you want to leave all the precious food carried by the Gray Rabbit Tribe caravan in the Cangyan tribe to save your life, I don't know what they need to pay for it?

Or rather, it doesn't really matter what you give.

As long as they can keep these life-saving foods, they can give everything they can, and the problem is that what they can take out will also be looked at by the noble Akabai.

And don't give anything, relying on the number of people to forcibly take these things, and the thoughts left by these dozen or so people.

From beginning to end, Qing Yan didn't even dare to think about it.

Brother Yong is a noble gray rabbit lord, if he doesn't kill him on the spot, it is estimated that next time he will bring someone to the door and use that strange formation to wipe out the Cangyan tribe.

If you really want to kill him, don't talk about the strong master who exists behind him.

Just because Chibai, who is also a witch lord, was angry and sent a group of people from the Chibai tribe at will, the Cangyan tribe was also completely wiped out.

Therefore, only a fair and just transaction is the solution to everything.

With this kind of worry that made him extremely uneasy, Qing Yan whispered to Song Yong beside him:

"Honorable Lord Gray Rabbit, I don't know your caravan, what are you going to trade something back?"

After a few days, when the gray rabbit sounded in his ears again, this title that made his eggs hurt, Song Yong really couldn't cry or laugh in his heart.

But he knew that in the Gray Rabbit Tribe, he relied on the general means of scolding the streets.

You can also force your own local goods not to call yourself by this painful name, but if you want to do it outside, it doesn't seem like you can't do it.

He could only ignore this title and began to answer Qingyan's question:

"Leader Qingyan, don't worry, there is something about the transaction, it's not too late to talk when everyone finishes drinking the fish soup; ”

"Okay! Qing Yan replied.

Just looking at the expression on this old man's haggard old face, Song Yong knew that if he didn't make it clear first, this old man was afraid that he wouldn't even drink fish soup.

For this reason, Song Yong could only say it with a straight face:

"Let's put it this way! Last time when the Gray Rabbit Tribe was in danger, I have always kept in mind the Qingyan Tribe's righteous action, and this time, no matter what, I will not let the Qingyan Tribe suffer such a catastrophe. ”

"Don't talk about trading, it's just about sending you a batch of frozen fish. In the end, Song Yong was full of arrogance and put down such a sentence.

Suddenly, Qing Yan was moved to tears, and he was about to cry excitedly when he saw it.

Of course, the tears of emotion or anything are all speculations made up by Song Yong's self-righteousness and brain.

In fact, after hearing this statement, Qingyan even regretted his intestines:

I am a sand sculpture, why was I stupid for so long because I guessed Brother Yong's identity as an adult.

If they had brought their own tribe's hunters to help earlier, wouldn't this favor and benefit be monopolized by their Cangyan tribe.

There are three other tribes, a bit of a bunny fart......

The fish meat with two fingers wide has begun to tumble in the pot, and it can be eaten and drunk when it is seen, and the tempting fragrance makes Qing Yan, who has let go of his worries, can't help but drool violently.

And at this critical time, the scoundrels who were busy with cooking threw a lot of condiments into the stone pot again.

In an instant, the aroma of the fish soup became even more terrible.

Not only that, but the hooligan grabbed a large amount of refined salt and put it into the cauldron, and in this way, the salt that the Cangyan tribe could eat for ten days on weekdays was put into the fish soup at one time.

This kind of extravagant handwriting made the Cangyan tribe kill him, and he even looked straight at his eyes.

Subsequently, when the bowls of fish soup, which were only a few taels of fish meat, were gradually sent to everyone, the Cangyan tribe burst into loud laughter for the first time in a month, which was their heartfelt laughter.