The little old man with sheep's horns was startled at first when he saw so many fierce men running out in a hurry.

After recovering his strength, he stood at the front of the line with a walking stick, and began to muttered the local dialect of the Tianyuan tribe with his waist inserted, interspersed with a few words of Mandarin.

Chen Chao was about to lead a few people forward to negotiate, but he was stopped by the little old man with a sheep's horn.

That means, little offspring, and look at how you, Master Wu, and I can overwhelm this entire tribe with momentum! And how to rely on a clever mouth, crisscrossing among the major tribes!

Although he was very helpless about the little willfulness of a little old man, Chen Chao still asked the people of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to pay attention to it at any time, and once there were special circumstances, they would fight their way out.

Chen Chao's original words are that things are not important, people are the most important. Something really happened, Baoren!

The men of the Brown tribe were also very confused when they looked at this little old man, and the sticks and stones in their hands couldn't be waved or smashed.

And people don't mean to attack, this old man looks not young, isn't he the leader of this group?

Shall we fight or not? Are people coming to find the leader of our tribe and the witch something?

What if the fight continues and things mess up?

And such an old man, with so many people with him, and a bunch of stone basins, and many things I don't know what they are...

I don't know what they're going to do, but this old man looks like he's got something extraordinary... Wouldn't it be someone from a big tribe nearby who was going to leave a relative or something?

As for how you can see that the little old man is extraordinary, the equipment he is wearing, and the alpaca coat on his shoulders are all fake?

It's not that the people of the Brown tribe don't have long eyes, and this little old man is wearing better clothes than the leader of his own tribe and Wu Jia together!

Besides, who in their ranks is no better dressed than their own leader and witch...

But if we don't fight, how can we come back? Do the people in the tribe still drink water?

It's all to blame on that group of girls, and when they fled back, they didn't know how to pick up the stone basin by the way! That's all the stone basins in the tribe!

Forget it, I don't know if I want to fight...

Find someone to go back and call the leader and the witch over to take care of things...

Chen Chao led the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to confront the men of the Brown Tribe, and he watched a person from the other camp quietly run back, he should have gone to find someone in charge of the tribe.

It wasn't long before two men came out of the cave with two skins wrapped in them, and they were dressed in palm bark that was different from the others, and these two were supposed to be the leaders of the Brown tribe and the witch.

And the complexion is much better than the others, and the body looks a little stronger.

The age gap between the two does not seem to be large, they are both about 40 years old, and they should be the same group of leaders and witches.

They pushed aside the crowd and walked in front of Chen Chao and the others, as well as the little old man with sheep's horns.

The little old man saw that there were two people who looked like leaders. After confirming that the identity of the person who came was not low, the little old man also picked up the shelf.

After all, his current identity represents the entire Tian Yuan tribe.

Chen Chao also asked one of the people next to him to take the wheelbarrow in his hand and walked to the little old man's side.

The leaders of the two brown tribes, and the witch, originally felt that they were a lot shorter in the face of the little old man who was better dressed than them. Now that I found that there was another gorgeously dressed strong man standing next to the person, I felt even more restless by scratching my ears and cheeks.

The two finally mustered up a wave of courage and pointed at the two stone basins behind Chen Chao and the little old man, and said something in their mouths, probably meaning that they could return the stone basins to us?

The two waited quietly for a while, and saw that there was no movement from the other party. They gritted their teeth, and one of them turned to a member of his tribe after a few words.

It didn't take long for the man to pull out from the cave an animal like a pheasant that had been frozen to popsicles, and there was nothing bloody on it, it should have been prepared in advance for the winter.

One of them took the pheasant from his tribesman's hand, and then glanced at the man next to him. Gritting his teeth slightly, he came to the little old man and Chen Chao with the pheasant in front of him.

This is supposed to be the witch of the Brown Tribe, because his palms have sacrificial scars, and they don't look completely complete.

Brown Witch lifted the pheasant in front of him and pointed to the two stone basins behind Chen Chao and the little old man. That means, big brothers, we have given you things, and you will return the stone basin to us, right?

Chen Chao looked back, and sure enough, not far from himself and the little old man, there were two large and bulky gray stone basins, and the snow inside was only a little filled.

It is estimated that after the few women who came out to pick snow just now saw their group of people, they were so frightened that the stone basin ran away without asking for it...

There was no trouble for the little old man in this matter, Chen Chao hugged the stone basin by himself.

Not to mention, this thing is really heavy. And there is no focus point, and it is not easy to grab it with one hand.

When the brown witch saw that the other party had returned the stone basin of his tribe, he suddenly felt a burst of joy in his heart, and stuffed the pheasant into the little old man's hand, and happily called out to the rest of the tribe to come and move the stone basin.

The little old man held the half-frozen pheasant in his hand, and for a while he felt a little inexplicable in his heart, he also felt a little happy.

But before he could be happy for a few seconds, the people of the Brown tribe retreated en masse, and after a while, only a white expanse of snow was left around.

It's so good, it's white, the land is so clean.

The little old man with the horns could only look at the pheasant in his hand and was stunned.

Well? Why is it different from the script that Master Ben thinks?

You're all gone?

Master Ben, who are you going to exchange people with?

Hey, hey, hey? Come back??

The little old man waved the walking stick with one hand, and the pheasant with the other hand, with a look of chagrin on his face, and there were words in his mouth.

Chen Chao looked at the brown tribe that had all retreated at once, and he didn't stop it. Just find two people to set up a simple stove, collect firewood, make a fire, set up a pot, boil water, and cook chickens.

There was no way to cut it, and the pheasant was so frozen that it had to use a stone axe to remove the head and feet, and then stew the head and feet with the rest of the whole chicken.

It didn't take long for bursts of fragrance to emanate from the clay pot, all the way to the caves of the Brown tribe, to the noses of the Brown tribesmen who were grumbling with hunger but had not even eaten a mouthful of breakfast.

Even the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which had eaten breakfast, smelled this extremely rich pheasant soup, and unconsciously moved his index finger.

After the pheasant soup boiled, Chen Chao did not immediately extinguish the firewood, and took out a part of the firewood that was burning vigorously, so that the chicken soup on the stove was changed to the mode of simmering over low heat.

Not to mention, although this pheasant soup has no accessories, this original fragrance is really strong enough.

Chen Chao carefully scooped up the foam with a soup spoon while asking the little old man to add some salt to it.

Although the little old man didn't understand what the hell Chen Chao was thinking in his heart, he obediently uncovered the small animal skin bag that had been tied around his waist, and gently scooped some salt into it with another clean soup spoon.

The little old man thought strangely to himself as he put salt in his heart, 'Is he hungry?' But why don't you find a cave and let's hide and eat by ourselves, so that at the mouth of other people's caves, we still use the food given by others... Not too much... Good... Bar...'

And the brown tribe hiding in the cave, looking at Chen Chao's smooth operation, his eyes almost fell off.

What is the situation with this tribe?

They are... What's the operation? We see... I don't think I understand...

And how can their stone basins be put on fire to burn??

Burned... Or the pheasant we gave???

Is this really the pheasant we gave???

Why is it different from what we do...

What they do... It smells so good...

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))～～～

Yes~~~

I really want to eat it~~~

(´▽｀)～～

I'm hungry...

In the cave of the entire Brown Tribe, there was a sound of stomach drumming, accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva~~

The leader of the Brown Tribe and Wu glanced at each other, and the two nodded slightly, and took out two more stocks from the cave. Then he cautiously walked out of the cave.