So, looking at the cured meat in this room and thinking of its beautiful taste, both Mengzhuo and Mengtai couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

The eyes glowed green, as if a strong orc had seen a coolly dressed little female.

"Patriarch Gexing, can you give us some more cured meat today?" Although Patriarch Mengzhuo was talking to Ge Xing, his gaze was glued to the cured meat and he couldn't pull it off.

The coveted gaze was eager to grow some small hooks immediately, hook these cured meats and take them back to his storage hole.

The patriarch laughed: "There is no other beast, but for the Monte tribe, there must be, even if we eat less." ”

Saying this, the beasts of the Monte tribe looked at him as if they were looking at their own brothers, and their hearts were warm.

With that, the patriarch raised his feet and walked to the innermost.

"Let's go, Patriarch Mengzhuo, and take you to see our great pickled prey." With that, he followed behind the patriarch of Gexing.

The beasts of the Monte tribe rubbed their hands in anticipation, expecting to walk towards the house.

The house where cured meat was stored was divided into several areas, and it was the innermost area that the Patriarch Ge Xing brought them to.

At this time, the Mengzhuo Patriarch was already shocked, and they looked at the cured meat forest in front of them one by one.

"It's... Whole prey? ”

Sesame oil! The whole giggling beast and quacking beast, they didn't say anything, and they could barely accept the whole long-eared beast.

But plain!

What the hell is that whole pickled humming beast?

Montai's mouth was open enough to put down a quack beast egg: "The whole pickled humming beast? ”

Ge Xing laughed and turned the humming beasts in front of him over: "It's not a whole one, it's half one, it's just split into two halves from the middle." ”

"In this case, it will be more convenient to exchange, if Patriarch Mengzhuo wants to exchange a whole pickled humming beast, he can exchange it for two and a half humming beasts, or one and a half green bull beasts."

The eyes of Mondro, Montey, and several of the Orcs of the Monte tribe lit up.

"That's embarrassing, then you're not at a loss." He said that he was embarrassed, but the corners of Patriarch Mengzhuo's mouth were almost grinning behind his ears.

I can't help it, last year, they exchanged a whole humming beast for two pickled humming beast legs.

Although it was cooked in the method taught by the Watson tribesmen, the taste was tight.

But it can only lure beasts, and the average points are divided, and each beast only gets a mouthful, and there will be no more.

Since then, this cured meat has become the white moonlight in the hearts of the Orcs of the Monte tribe, and the cinnabar mole on the chest, and it has never forgotten its beauty for a day, and I miss it more and more.

Now that there is a great deal in front of the Monte tribes, they will surely say: exchange!

If they were to add a number to the deal, they would have given their heads a firm nod: fifty!

Thus, the joyful exchange was thus successful, and the next day, the Ge Xing patriarch divided the task of pickling the humming beasts among the orc families who were willing to exchange.

It's not too cost-effective to exchange one pickled humming beast for two and a half humming beasts or something.

Although half of it has to be handed over to the tribe, it is already very profitable for them.

As a result, the task of fifty pickled humming beasts was completed by the clansmen in a short time.