The people of the Blue Sparrow Alliance cherish pottery so much, not to mention that it is incomparably precious porcelain at a glance.

As long as you are not stupid and solid, when people see good things, they will have the mind to have them.

The people of the Blue Sparrow Alliance are naturally not stupid, and they naturally want something as exquisite as porcelain.

Seeing them was pleasantly surprised, and the people of the Qingque tribe were equally surprised.

Especially the person who made the porcelain out of Heiwa, even more so.

Because it means that their own tribe can exchange a lot of things from these tribes.

It's the same as the two years when I first fired the pottery with Miko.

When the tribe in front of them happily said that they wanted to buy it, and the people of the Qingque tribe were happily ready to sell, a very embarrassing thing suddenly happened.

The thing is that the people who want to buy it simply can't exchange enough food for things like furs.

They couldn't afford to exchange even the smallest piece of porcelain.

The people of the Qingque tribe don't want to reduce the price, this is porcelain!

It looks like I don't know how many times better than pottery, such a beautiful thing, how can it work if there are fewer things exchanged?

There are also people who want to get porcelain, and the Blue Sparrow Alliance.

Then, in the midst of such unanimous agreement between the two parties, the deal on porcelain came to an end.

While one of the parties is very eager to buy it, the one who owns it is also very eager to sell it......

This is the fundamental reason why Heiwa is sullen.

The porcelain was finally fired by myself according to the guidance of Miko.

The porcelain is also very exquisite, even more beautiful than the god said.

However, because it is too beautiful, it is impossible to exchange things with the rest of the tribes......

The tribes encountered later had basically the same reaction, they all wanted to get porcelain, but they didn't have enough food and other things in exchange.

As for lowering the value of the pottery and then exchanging it with the rest of the tribes, the people of the Qingque tribe also wanted to consider such a thing, but they did not implement it.

Looking at that beautiful porcelain, they couldn't do such a thing at a reduced price, no matter what.

So, the matter is deadlocked here.

It would be nice if these surrounding tribes also had a lot of food and other things, so that their tribe could exchange porcelain for a large amount of food and other things from their tribe, instead of being like now, although they all want to exchange, but they can't exchange because they are too poor.

Scoop up a copper shovel of dung and sprinkle it vigorously on the surrounding open space, thinking like this.

This is probably the first time that the people of the Qingque tribe dislike the surrounding tribes for being too backward.

Perhaps, when the people of the Fire Tribe come up along the river with sackcloth, you can ask the people of the Fire Tribe to see if they can exchange the sackcloth for some porcelain......

There are mountain flowers blooming one after another, and the red and purple ones come together in groups, and it is very lively with few leaves and many flowers.

The butterflies and bees that have been silent for a winter don't know where they came from, buzzing and dancing here, and with their own actions, they vividly interpret what it means to attract bees and butterflies.

There is the fragrance of flowers permeating here.

God is fair, the flowers that bloom extraordinarily brightly, the floral fragrance is often not very strong, but those white, yellow, low-key looking flowers, often overflowing with floral fragrance.

A man who looked relatively old climbed all the way to the tree along the stick tied to the tree.

The stick, which was tied to the tree, was about 20 centimeters thick, and it was not completely flat, but was artificially cut out of small platforms.

These small platforms are about 30 centimeters apart, arranged from top to bottom along wooden sticks.

The size of the small platform is not big, only half of the forefoot can be put down, and people who come into contact with these for the first time must be very unaccustomed to such tools, and some of them are timid, and they don't even dare to climb up the tree with such a tool.

But the tribe in front of him is obviously not in this ranks.

They have long been accustomed to such tools, and even older people can still climb extremely smoothly with the help of such tools.

The old man even let go of one hand as he climbed up, and wrapped one arm around the trunk of the tree, and in the other hand he carried a jar.

This old-looking primitive man did not climb the tree because he wanted to pick the fruit, and even the most precocious fruit could not ripen in such a season.

He climbed up because he was going to rest in the tree.

He stepped on this tool and climbed up for a while, until he came to a height of seven or eight meters above the ground, where the light seemed much darker.

It's not that the tree is so strong that it is already growing and blocking the daylight, but that there is a wooden house made of tree trunks and other things.

And the head of the old primitive man had entered the wooden house through the hole left along the trunk of the tree under the wooden house.

After going up two more steps, the old primitive man entered the wooden house with more of his body.

He placed the jar he was holding on the floor of the hut, and the man went up two more steps along the trunk of the tree, and the one foot on it was already level with the floor of the hut, so he no longer climbed up, but stepped on the floor of the hut, and thus the whole man got out of the ladder made of sticks and came into the hut.

The floor of the wooden house, which is said to be the floor, is actually made of half a log split from the middle and tied with ropes.

The floor of the wooden house is covered with a layer of fur, and it is very comfortable for people to step on it barefoot.

The primitive man, who looked older, came to the hut, walked a few steps to a place, groped his hand there for a while, and then pushed his hand forward, and a window, also made of wood, was opened, and the sun shone in.

The old primitive man came here with the jar he had just brought up, and sat down cross-legged.

The sun shone on his body, warm.

Some of the branches with flowers and shoots hung low in front of the window, and a butterfly with flower wings flickered silently, landed on one of the small flowers, closed its wings, and quietly sucked the honey.

As far as he looked, he could see other tall trees, and on top of them were also wooden houses, many of which were much larger than the ones in which he lived, but the most delicate one was the one in which he lived.

Occasionally, children and female adults would walk up and down the wooden house with tools tied to the trees, and a newly made wooden house even had many branches and flowers on it.

There are also two wooden houses shaking in a small area.

As the oldest man in the tribe, he understood the meaning of the small shaking of the wooden house.

However, unlike the sense of shame that gradually developed in later generations, the old primitive people not only did not feel ashamed of such things, but felt that such things were very sacred, because only by doing more such things would the people of their tribe gradually increase......

“@#45@#！”

Time seems to stand still at this point, and it is impossible to feel its passing.

I don't know how long it took, but there were excited shouts here.

Then the place became lively, and many of the wooden houses appeared from inside, and quickly followed the tools tied to the trunks of the trees to the ground, and ran in one direction laughing.

When the old primitive man heard this shout, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

He moved to the window, then poked his head out and looked in that direction, and through the branches of the trees, and the leaves and flowers on them, he saw a group of people coming from a distance towards the forest where his tribe lived, and the man at the front of him was carrying a little on his back.

This is the return of their tribe from an outing.

When the primitive man saw this, he pulled himself back from the window, and then came to the middle of the treehouse, and climbed down the trunk.

By the time he went down, the hunchbacked primitives had already arrived in this wooded land with many wooden houses.

With the return of the hunchbacked primitive people and their group, the place suddenly became lively and full of laughter.

The people who returned with a full load, after seeing some old primitive people, put their palms on their foreheads, which was the highest etiquette used by their tribe to show respect.

“@34￥￥……”

When they had all finished their salutes, the primitive man, who looked a little old, laughed and spoke, and touched his palm on his forehead, and then on the forehead of the one who had returned from his absence.

It's a blessing and a way to welcome them back.

When this had been done, the people who had returned began to put down what they were carrying, or what was tied to the back of the animal, and opened it.

The first is to lighten the burden, and the second is to show the people of the tribe what they have received through the exchange.

However, unlike the previous time, this time when the display was held, the rest of the people who returned with their things seemed a little absent-minded about what they were showing.

Most of them set their sights on the hunchbacked hominid, expecting him to open the package he was carrying and show it to the crowd.

This is a somewhat unusual scene, some old primitive people saw the eyes, but he didn't ask anything, but stood here with a smile on his face, waiting for the hunchbacked primitive man to open the package.

As long as the package is opened, then the contents can be seen even if he doesn't ask.

Under the gaze of everyone, the hunchbacked primitive man opened the package, took out a ball of fur from it, and carefully opened the layers of fur wrapped on it, and then a pottery bowl appeared in front of everyone.

After this pottery bowl appeared in front of everyone, the place suddenly became quiet, and even the smiling, very indifferent, old primitive man's expression froze suddenly, and then a pair of eyes involuntarily widened, as if he had seen something extremely unbelievable.

After this state lasted for a while, the primitive man who looked a little old took two steps and brought his eyes to the clay bowl held by the hunchbacked primitive man.

After looking at it like this for a while, he stretched out his slightly trembling hand and took the pottery bowl from the hunchbacked primitive man's hand, holding it in both hands and looking at it carefully.

The eyes of the rest of the people involuntarily moved to the body of the primitive man who looked old with the movement of this fine porcelain.

The hunchbacked primitive man and his group also focused their eyes on the pottery held by the old primitive man.

This fine pottery was something they had spent quite a bit of money in exchange for from one of the tribes that had it.

Although they had already seen this exquisite pottery, when they saw it again at this moment, they still felt a sense of amazement, and they were reluctant to take their eyes off it.

After a while, the hunchbacked primitive man took out a gourd from behind the package, poured out some white salt from it, and told the old primitive man about the benefits of this salt.

The old primitive man, who had always been indifferent, looked at the exquisite pottery in his hand, and then looked at the salt, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

After a while, the old primitive man turned and walked towards his treehouse.

When he climbed up with a tool made of sticks in one hand, the old primitive man handed the clay bowl in his other hand to the hunchbacked primitive man, and instead climbed up with both hands around the trunk.

He was worried that his hands would shake too much and that he would get rid of this beautiful thing, causing great regret.

The two of them came to the wooden house one after the other, and as soon as they sat down cross-legged, the old primitive man could not wait to ask the hunchbacked primitive man where he got this exquisite pottery and unusually delicious table salt.

So, the hunchbacked primitive people told the old primitive people about their experience of this outing.

This old-looking primitive man was the priest of their tribe and a symbol of wisdom.

However, no matter how wise he was, when he heard the experience of the hunchbacked primitive man at this time, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

In one place, a tribe appeared that did the same thing as their tribe, and this tribe carried better pottery and salt than theirs......

While the hunchbacked primitives and the old priests were talking here, the people were also talking in the open space below the treehouse, and through the stories of the returnees, the rest of the people soon learned what had happened to the hunchbacked primitives.

“@￥%5……”

Someone said excitedly.

He meant to find out the tribe and rob it......

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