He raised his head high and puffed out his chest vigorously.

A group of thirty people from the Cangyan tribe, under the leadership of the leader Qingyan, with a sense of pride from the strong tribe, took a big stride towards the cave of the gray rabbit tribe.

Indeed, these people from the Cangyan tribe, they also have such proud qualifications.

Although their tribe also belongs to the category of small tribes, it also depends on what tribe they are compared with.

Compared to the strength of the Broken Tooth Tribe, the Cangyan tribe thought that it was slightly inferior, and compared to the Gray Rabbit tribe, which was famous for catching rabbits, they could be regarded as a strong force.

Even if there are no such powerful totemic warriors in their tribe.

But the one hundred and twenty adult male hunters of the tribe might have a slight advantage if they really clashed with the Broken Tooth tribe.

But if the Broken Tooth Tribe wants to annex them, that's impossible.

Regarding this, it is also their leader Qing Yan who dares to bring the thirtyth hunter to the Gray Rabbit Tribe to earn this extra money.

According to the reward given by the Gray Rabbit tribe, it only takes two days to go back and forth.

Stand in the back when the two sides are fighting, help stand in line and shout, so that you can get six packets of that snow-white refined salt, where to find this kind of good thing.

If they save a little use, the amount of six packets of refined salt can be used by their tribe to survive this winter.

Of course, the price of six packets of salt is to let them help you drink it.

Anyway, before he came, the leader Qingyan had already made up his mind: it was okay to help the Gray Rabbit tribe to make a noise, but no matter how much refined salt he did, he couldn't do it.

Because if you really want to kill and wound some tribesmen in the battle, then it is not something that some salt can compensate for.

In this way, under the guidance of the wilderness, the group of the Cangyan tribe walked to the cave of the gray rabbit tribe, intending to warm up in the cave before starting the fight.

After all, even at noon, the biting cold wind blowing in the wild is a bit timid.

What's more, the refined salt promised by the Gray Rabbit Tribe must be obtained first.

Otherwise, after the Gray Rabbit Tribe was defeated, everything would become the spoils of the Broken Tooth Tribe, wouldn't they have run away in vain.

With this in mind, the cave of the Gray Rabbit tribe soon appeared in front of their eyes.

It was only when he was still hundreds of meters away from the cave that Qing Yan noticed that something was wrong.

The smell he smelled in his nostrils was definitely the tempting smell that permeated the stone pot when the meat was simmering over a high fire.

If you want to say that you just cook meat, it's not unusual.

Even if it is a poor tribe, who usually can't eat a few meals of boiled meat?

The problem is that it is only noon now, and there is still a long time before the evening, and suddenly, a fact that Qing Yan can hardly accept wells up in his heart:

These guys from the Gray Rabbit Tribe eat three meals a day.

How dare they trample the food so badly, don't they know that if they tighten the animal skin belt around their waists, tighten their stomachs and stay up for a little time, the time for eating and drinking in the evening will come?

Even if you want to eat food at noon, just have some wild fruits to fill your stomach.

If you have to cook precious pieces of meat to eat, you are not afraid of more oil and water and diarrhea; is it possible that the meat pieces of the Gray Rabbit tribe have reached this level?

For a while, thinking of the inexplicable extra snow-white refined salt in the Gray Rabbit tribe, Qingyan put away the initial contempt in his heart.

After glaring at a few of the hunters, who instinctively swallowed their saliva under the smell of meat, they finally walked into the cave......

A large amount of dry firewood was added to the fire pit, and under the burning of the blazing bonfire, the people of the Cangyan tribe who walked into the cave immediately felt the warmth on their faces.

Just as they had guessed, several large stone cauldrons were erected over the firepit.

At this moment, in the boiling soup, you can see pieces of meat tumbling in it, and sure enough, these guys from the Gray Rabbit tribe are really boiling the broth.

I don't know what's going on, the special aroma of the broth stewed by the Gray Rabbit Tribe is sultry, and it immediately attracted the attention of all the people in the Cangyan tribe.

Don't talk about it, don't talk about the problem of bad food or bad food.

If you have a big bowl of warm broth on such a cold winter day, then it must be comfortable to the bones!

Qing Yan really deserves to be the leader, and he is indeed much more knowledgeable than the people under his subordinates.

While his men were still staring at the pots of broth and couldn't walk, he had already relieved himself and looked at a strange man who came up.

The man was strange because he was wrapped in some strange material under the skin of a rabbit.

The material of the clothes is a bit like that of the master of the Akaki tribe, which is called linen, but it looks more beautiful and warm than linen.

I think that this clothing alone can change into many baskets of jerky.

Therefore, he immediately guessed that in front of him, this young man who could wear such good clothes should be the leader of the Gray Rabbit tribe, the guy called Brother Yong.

At the same time, Cang Yan also made a decision in his heart:

"If the Gray Rabbit Tribe can escape this catastrophe, it will need to have a good relationship with this brave brother with extraordinary background in the future. ”

"Brother Yong, I am Qingyan, the leader of the Cangyan tribe. Cang Yan greeted warmly.

He never thought that the enthusiasm shown by the other party made him a little overwhelmed.

I saw a smile on Brother Yong's face, and said in a somewhat awkward Lei Yeze accent: "Welcome, good friends from the Cangyan tribe." ”

"The broth in the pot needs to be simmered a little more to make it taste better, so if you come from afar, please drink a little sugar water to warm your stomach. ”

As they spoke, a group of women from the Grey Rabbit tribe brought a bowl of hot water to each of them with steaming stone bowls.

Although it is not a broth, it is somewhat disappointing to everyone.

But in the morning, they set off before dawn, and the people of the Cangyan tribe, who had walked for most of the day, were still relatively satisfied with being able to drink a bowl of hot water first.

As for the hot water, which is not called hot water, but called weird sugar water, Cang Yan instinctively thinks that this is the hypocrisy of these guys from the Gray Rabbit Tribe.

Then, as soon as the hot water in the bowl was in their mouth, they immediately felt something different.

Because the hot water in the bowl actually has an obvious sweetness, even if it is not as obvious as honey, it can still be sweet to their hearts.

Similarly, only the more knowledgeable leader Qing Yan noticed that there was something like a small ice cube in the stone bowl.

I believe that the magic of making hot water sweet comes from this little thing.

Unconsciously, Cang Yan drank the whole bowl of sugar water clean, and even after lifting the stone bowl, he found that not a single sugar water could not flow, so he put down the stone bowl with satisfaction.

Of course, his satisfaction is satisfied, and Qing Yan has not forgotten the fact that he got the promised refined salt first.

While the hunters under his command were still licking the stone bowl, Cang Yan spoke: "Brother Yong, counting me, we have a total of thirty of the best hunters, can you give us the refined salt you promised first?"

"No problem. Brother Yong's answer was called a crisp.

The only thing that seemed strange was that he asked again: "By the way, I don't know how many little cubs there are in the Cangyan tribe now?"

"Eighty-seven. Although there was something strange, Qingyan still answered truthfully.

Then, he saw Brother Yong turn around and shout:

"Thistle, bring six packets of refined salt to the friends of the Cangyan tribe, and by the way, count the eighty-seven rock sugars out, which can be regarded as a gift for the little cub of the Cangyan tribe." ”

In a short time, the refined salt and rock sugar wrapped in large foliage were taken by a stout woman.

It's just that when he looked at the rock candy wrapped in leaves, poor Qingyan couldn't wait to raise his hand and immediately give himself a few mouths.

Aren't those rock candy the same good things in his bowl just now, which sweeten the whole bowl of hot water?

Why is he so honest, I didn't know how many cubs to talk about at the beginning, wouldn't that mean that he could get a few more rock candy.

After tasting the sweet taste, Qingyan, the little old man's mouth, couldn't help but be full of saliva.

At this moment, he even wanted to put on an old face and say to the eccentric Brother Yong: "Brother Yong, don't look at my old appearance, in fact, I am also a little cub!"