Chew a piece of gum in your mouth until it is bland and tasteless.

After thinking about it for a long time, Song Yong had to admit one thing: he couldn't think of any reason why no one came to trade the salt of the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

Didn't he think that his brain wasn't smart enough and wasn't enough now?

For this, Song Yong will resolutely not admit it!

In his heart, he mainly thinks that he is a modern person after all, even if he has far more than many primitive people, at least tens of thousands of years of knowledge.

However, there is a huge difference between the three views of values, outlook on life, and world view and the instinct of the natives.

So, if you want to find out why all this is, you still need to ask the natives, and such natives can't be these high-level people.

At the very least, it needs to be the leader of some tribe, which is usually responsible for guiding the development and survival of the tribe, and the elite of the primitive people and natives.

And these people, Song Yong just had a few more on hand.

Are they the few former leaders left among the captives of the thirteen small tribes?

For this reason, after Song Yong commanded Han a few words.

From the shade of the trees, Han plunged headlong into the scorching June sun, and ran wildly towards the captives who were still busy in the distance......

So far, the 5,000 acres of land that Song Yong has planned have actually only reclaimed about 1,500 acres.

The main reason was that during this time, sowing, digging ditches for irrigation and drainage, and pulling weeds took up too much of the time of the captives.

Therefore, with the reclamation of 5,000 acres of wasteland alone, the captives could at least work until the autumn harvest, which could only be barely completed.

After the autumn harvest, they need to cut down enough trees to process them into timber before the cold winter arrives, and build a wooden house for themselves and their families to spend the winter.

Therefore, for most of the next half a year, none of these people were able to relax like this.

But even so, when the three former tribal leaders, such as the terrier, the eagle, and the coriander, appeared in front of Song Yong.

They still prostrate respectfully on the ground in front of Song Yong for the first time, using such a humble way to express their respect and submission in their hearts.

For this, Song Yong is still a little incomprehensible.

You must know that in the previous time, although they were former tribal leaders, they did not receive the slightest preferential treatment.

Ordinary captives are so busy every day that a sweat falls to the ground and breaks into eight petals, and these leaders are treated the same way, without any difference.

So why do they not have a trace of hatred for being reduced to the current point?

And after crawling on the ground in the form of five bodies, the three former leaders said in unison:

"I have seen the honorable Gray Rabbit, and I wish you a strong body like a bear, and may your age be as long as that of a turtle [yuán] beast. ”

Listening to such blessings, Song Yong obviously knew that these three guys had good intentions in their hearts, but he couldn't help but feel a pain in the eggs.

Xiong Zhen has a strong body like five big and three thick, which is acceptable.

But the turtle beast, isn't this thing referring to the eight kings of the primitive era? who wants to be blessed to be like the eight kings?

In that big fishing lake, there are often such huge things, with turtle shells at least the size of the Eight Immortals Table.

The hard, outrageous shell of the turtle couldn't even pierce a sharp steel spear.

Therefore, it is obviously such a big lump of meat, and the hunting team looks at these turtle beasts, and there is no way to do it.

After reining in his mind for a while, Song Yong felt that it was better not to care about these small things, and first figure out why his salt could not be sold, which was the most important thing.

Therefore, he first motioned for the other party to get up and sit down.

It's not so poor and exquisite, and now Song Yong and the others have each found a fairly flat stone and sat in the shade of a tree.

So the three people who were given to sit down carefully sat down on the three stones that the scoundrels had found.

Then, Song Yong went straight to the point and asked the doubts in his heart.

The leaders of the three former tribes, after listening to Song Yong's doubts, quickly sought to grasp the problems that should exist.

After glancing at each other, the eldest of them spoke:

"Venerable Lord Chibai, if we hadn't made a mistake in anticipation, the other tribes, including the big tribe of Chibai, would be waiting for a result, the result of negotiations between a gray rabbit tribe and the Qingshang tribe. ”

After hearing this, Song Yong's spirit was suddenly shocked.

Sure enough, it is not difficult for those who are martyred, and it is not difficult for those who will know, these people have been tribal leaders for many years, and they do have a much broader vision than the soil buns under their hands.

He didn't interject to say anything, but nodded approvingly and motioned for the other party to continue.

Seeing this, Qian hurriedly continued:

The other tribes are waiting to see if the Qingshang tribe is willing to suffer this big loss, and so they accept the defeat of this battle, whether they will pay a certain price to ransom the people, and not continue to retaliate. ”

"If the Qingshang tribe admits this, I believe that those tribes who are watching will definitely send people to trade salt soon, otherwise, there will also be many tribes who will send envoys here. ”

Coriander's way of speaking directly stunned a few of them.

However, Song Yong understood some of the mysteries inside, and directly asked the key question: "Can there be any difference between the two?"

"Absolutely. Coriander straightened his waist and said.

In this moment, his face was full of confidence, and there was no longer a little bit of submissiveness just now.

"If it is the former, it is naturally just a normal transaction, and if it is the latter, the Gray Rabbit tribe is facing a strong enemy like the Qingshang tribe, and the tribes in the southwest region will naturally not let the tribes of other regions come to the door. ”

"However, if they want someone to help, they may need something else from the Grey Rabbit tribe, such as cheaper salt trading, or even salt manufacturing technology, and providing them with these seeds. ”

Hearing this, even the most sluggish guy present understood the Tao here.

And Song Yong has to admit that the elites among the primitive people are not stupid at all, like the coriander in front of him, he is a very good talent.

If you observe for a while, if you perform well, this kind of talent can be completely absorbed, and contribute to the construction of the gray rabbit tribe.

However, even if it is like Coriander, the elite of the primordial plane.

It is also because of the problem of insight, which has too many limitations in vision.

Because they didn't think about it, or they didn't believe it, they didn't pay attention to salt making and farming.

In addition to these rudimentary industrial products, he had many more and better things to come up with.

After taking it out, can't these natives treasure it......

"All right, you guys go down first, and the scoundrels should note that from now on the three of them will not have to continue to work, and they will also act as overseers to guide the other captives in their work. ”

Song Yong said this, which can be regarded as the end of today's small meeting.

The next thing is naturally to meet with the big leader of the Qingshang tribe and see if he brings peace or a war.

But no matter what, Song Yong didn't think it was a big deal.

In less than a day, the Gray Rabbit Tribe will become a little stronger, and perhaps the current Gray Rabbit Tribe is still a small little in front of a big tribe like Qingshang.

But with enough time, the big tribe is just that.

When he thought of this, Song Yong spit out his mouth heavily, and it was already chewing gum without any taste.

At this time, he realized that he had stopped chewing in what seemed to be waiting in his mouth, and he couldn't help but ask, "By the way, the gum in your mouth?"

"Swallow it! swallow it in one bite, otherwise it would be a pity to spit it out." The scoundrel looked at the gum on the ground and replied so confidently.

Then he asked, "Brother Yong, is there any problem?"

"No! Song Yong's answer was so firm at the same time.