At noon, in the Bitter Spring tribe in the southwest corner of Rainozawa, the leader One-Eye was loudly cursing the street.

The target of the scolding is a group of little cubs who look like mud monkeys all over their bodies.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat! Didn't each of you have eaten half a bowl of broth in the morning? I don't know if you tie your belt a little tighter, and you will soon be able to eat again in the first half of the day." ”

After scolding the street, One-Eye subconsciously tightened his belt.

Not to mention, after tightening his belt, the 'cooing' hunger in his stomach suddenly became much easier.

But even so, his heart was still full of opinions about those guys in the Gray Rabbit Tribe: The tribes living in this land, starting from their ancestors, only ate two meals a day?

That is, starting from the gray rabbit tribe, the bad habit of eating three meals a day spread.

is afraid of comparison, which makes the members of the tribe have some imbalance in their hearts, and it also makes him more and more difficult to be the leader.

And it is said that those guys in the Gray Rabbit tribe not only eat three meals a day, but also eat a lot of fish and meat.

Eat so well and don't be afraid that your stomach can't stand it, and your pants will be oiled when you fart?

By the way, he glanced at the pants he was wearing on the lower half of his body, which was made of animal skin, and only then did One-Eye remember that even such things as pants were first spread from the Gray Rabbit tribe.

At the same time, after thinking of the saying that when you fart, you will grease your pants.

God knows why, One-Eye actually found that his belly, which had just tightened his belt, was a little 'gurgling' again.

In desperation, the leader of the poor tribe could only walk to the cave where the tribe lived in hatred, wanting to scoop a big spoonful of cold water from the water tank and fill himself with water first.

It was just at this time, all of a sudden, in his ears.

It seems that a crisp ringing sound of 'jingle' was faintly heard.

Without waiting for One-Eye to listen more closely, the cheers of the little cubs in the tribe already proved that everything just now was not an illusion at all.

"Jingle bell, the spirit of the ancestors bless, this is the bell of the shared bicycle, the caravan of the gray rabbit tribe is coming. ”

In the midst of such cheers, the little cubs spread their legs with a look of ecstasy and ran madly towards the path in the mountain forest.

Not only that, but there was a large group of women in the cave dressed in fur pants and bandeau tops.

After a while, he also ran out like a swarm of bees, his face was also full of surprise, and his mouth was like a in the mountains and forests, and he shouted nonsense:

"The caravan of the Gray Rabbit tribe is here, why haven't you seen it yet?"

If you want to say that you are not shocked, it is obviously the one-eyed tribal leader, who seems to be more knowledgeable and disciplined.

He jumped to his feet again and scolded: "Isn't it just that the caravan is coming? Look at your unproductive appearance, don't you hurry up and take out the prepared furs and pieces of meat, otherwise why will the caravan of the Gray Rabbit tribe give you something." ”

"And a few of you with the best skills, hurry up and cook some pieces of meat, and remember to put more salt, the adults of the Gray Rabbit tribe are happy to eat, and maybe they will give us a discount." ”

The problem is that the leader One-Eye seems to have forgotten a little bit about his jumping feet and scolding the street at this moment.

It is precisely because I heard that Brother Yong, the leader of the Gray Rabbit Tribe, often has such a practice, that he developed a habit......

After a short while, accompanied by the cubs, ten shared bicycles shining in the sun rode to the cave of the Kuquan tribe.

When the shared bicycle stopped, the rattan baskets hanging in the back seat immediately attracted all the attention of the Kuquan tribe.

Then, in an instant, they surrounded them.

Steel kitchen knives, iron pots, farm tools, delicious liquor in beautiful clay pots, and slippers made of tires make rock candy in your mouth.

There is also snow-white refined salt, strong and easy-to-use needle and thread, and a fresh and gorgeous head rope like pheasant feathers~

In short, everything was full of temptation, and each one wanted to stay in their tribe.

The only problem is that even if they have been working hard to accumulate all kinds of mountain goods in the recent period, it is estimated that they will not be able to exchange many things.

In the end, after a difficult choice, they picked out the following:

A pair of rubber tyre-soled slippers for the tribal leader One-Eye.

The reason is simple, the leaders of other tribes have worn such comfortable and beautiful shoes on their feet, which are said to last for fifteen years.

Their leader, One-Eyed, would not have to greet the other tribes when he didn't put on a pair of them.

A pack of sewing and thread, something that the women of the tribe strongly demanded to buy anyway.

Although it is said that before the caravan of the gray rabbit tribe appeared, they could also use sharpened bones and animal hair to deal with the sewing of animal skins.

But how good and beautiful can that thing be as good as this kind of needlework?

In addition to slippers and needlework, there is also an iron pot, a kitchen knife, a hand axe for cutting trees, ten bags of refined salt, a bag of rock sugar, a can of spirits, and a roll of red head rope.

Looking at the leader's one-eyed and finally made a decision to exchange the materials back, the top and bottom of the Kuquan tribe were extremely satisfied.

Just in the cave, after eating and drinking the lunch carefully prepared by the Bitter Spring tribe.

The leader of the caravan and the Gray Rabbit Tribe, Song Yong, who was dressed in an old-fashioned camouflage uniform, looked at the pile of bitter spring tribes in front of him, and was not happy about the things he planned to exchange.

Among them, there are five fox skins.

Although their previous owners were all rare and top-quality white foxes and silver foxes, they could be sold for more than 200,000 yuan if they were brought back to the modern plane.

The two purple mink skins are also only worth tens of thousands.

In addition to various other kinds of meat, and some mountain goods such as wild ginseng, if these things are added up, it is the price of millions of dollars.

The price of his goods is indeed only about 200 yuan, but I always feel that the profit is not too high!

In other words, if you don't have a profit of one or twenty thousand times, you are embarrassed to call it plane trade?

Thinking of this, Song Yong gave the leader called One-Eyed a soft white sand cigarette, and when he was about to light one for himself, he finally thought about it and held back.

Instead, he threw a piece of gum into his mouth.

Then he took a disposable lighter, lit a cigarette for the other party, and said with great certainty:

"One-eyed leader, you want to exchange so many treasures for such a small thing, I'm afraid there is no such good thing! ”

"That's it, count me at a loss, how about you keep half of what you chose?"

However, it was really a torment for the poor leader to look at the pile of treasures he had picked out in front of him, no matter which one he took out.

In the end, One-Eye gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and waved his hand to call over a primitive girl.

He said: "This is Qin, the most beautiful woman in our tribe, last time a tribe was willing to give five baskets of dried meat for the price, we were reluctant to marry her;

Looking at the actual age in front of me, it is estimated that she is fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looks like a beautiful girl.

Song Yong shouted at the back: "Old lame, come over to me, if you can make other girls willing to follow you, I will do this business." ”

As soon as the words fell, a man in his forties ran over.

Looking at the girl in front of him, this product immediately straightened his eyes, but he didn't care at all about the dislike on his sister's face.

For he had already spoken in a tone full of temptation:

"Sister, don't look at me a little coldly, but in the Fire Rabbit tribe, he is also a technician, and he can have a salary of one hundred and twenty catties of food stamps per month. ”

As soon as these words came out, the girl named Qin obviously moved.

Seeing this, the old lame man made the last killer move: "Come on, you go back with me, and I'll give you a pair of leggings? ”

Later, Song Yong's palm clapped one-eyed hands hard, and said loudly: "The deal is ......."

Twenty minutes later, the caravan of ten shared bicycles continued to drive along the winding paths of the mountains and forests, listening to the laughter of the primitive people under their hands, laughing loudly.

Think back to what happened to me in a short period of time.

Song Yong, the former non-famous Sanhe god, and now the owner of the famous Internet celebrity food stall 'Song Ji', still feels an indescribable sense of dreaminess.