"But for the sake of your failure, forget it this time, and next time, you Huang Zhen won't trade things in Kurosawa!"

Qi Shang's teeth chattered, and he couldn't tell if it was anger or fear.

He didn't understand, how it had only been a while for things to become like this, what had they just said behind the scenes?

Qi Shang left here with the people of the Huang Zhen tribe in a daze.

How could this be, why did Kurosawa suddenly take Tushan's side? They give them so much good salt every year...... A thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

Qi Shang immediately turned his head and looked at Ye Xi who was surrounded by the crowd in the center.

Could it be......

In the crowd, Ye Xi noticed his gaze, glanced at him, and then turned his head uninterestedly as if he saw a passerby.

......

Even without the endorsement of the Kurosawa tribe, everyone can tell the quality of Tushan salt, as the news gradually spreads, more and more people buy salt, and in the end, it is almost the same as grabbing, and the entire Kurosawa trading area is a sensation.

Soon, the salt brought from Tushan was sold.

The task was completed, Ye Xi and the others did not plan to stay any longer, and they were ready to rush back to the tribe while it was still early.

There were so many goods in exchange for salt that even if each Tushan warrior carried twice as much as they had arrived, they still couldn't bring it all back.

Seeing this, Ramie went out to borrow three wrinkled eight-legged insects from the Fire Sui tribe as coolies, and reluctantly brought all the goods with them.

Ye Xi smiled gratefully at Ramie: "Thank you, Uncle Ramie." ”

Ramie smiled and said boldly: "What is this, it's just a trivial matter." ”

Ye Xi was about to say a few more polite words, when an angry roar suddenly came from the corner of the roadside: "I can't do you well if I tell you to do some small things, what is the use of saying that I want you as a slave!"

Ye Xi followed the prestige.

I saw a Kurosawa warrior shouting and scolding while kicking a thin, dirty slave with his foot.

The slave held a beige sackcloth in his hand, and kept his head down and silently endured the beating, but suddenly he was kicked in the knee. In severe pain, he threw himself to the ground, and Mai fell to the ground with him, sticking to the dust.

The Kurosawa warrior glanced at Mai, and the fire in his heart burned even more: "You dare to stain your clothes, good, good! It seems that you don't want to be a slave!"

Once a slave has a tattoo removed, it is rare to be allowed to leave the slave state.

In this era of cannibalism, the meaning contained in the words released by this Kurosawa warrior in anger makes people shudder.

The emaciated slave got up from the ground with a limp and hung his head without saying a word, so that the look on his face could not be seen clearly.

Ye Xi keenly noticed that the slave's arm was trembling slightly.

Is it fear?

In primitive society, useless slaves would be cruelly treated as food, and if this happened to the Tushan tribe, Ye Xi might also intervene to mediate, but the Kuize tribe ...... Ye Xi shook his head inwardly, it could only be regarded as unlucky for this slave.

The Kurosawa warrior became angry when he saw the slave putting on a silent appearance again, and mocked: "Heh, are the wolf tooth tribes all useless goods like you? Being a slave is disgusting!"

Wolf Tooth Tribe?!

Ye Xi, who was about to leave, shrank his pupils and looked at the slave in amazement.

The slave shuddered at this, clenched his fists, and slowly raised his head to look at his master.

The Kurosawa warrior looked at him with a winkle in his heart.

These eyes were blood-red, full of hatred and resentment, which made people feel cold.

"What kind of eyes are you, it seems that you really don't want to live!" Kurosawa Warrior reacted furiously, and immediately sneered, his eyes gradually became cold, and his hand touched the bone weapon on his waist.

"This big brother. A clear young man's voice sounded.

The angry Kurosawa warrior turned his head impatiently to find a fair-skinned and handsome young man in black snakeskin standing nearby, smiling and talking to him.

The Kurosawa warrior frowned, and at a glance he recognized this little boy as a witch disciple of the Tushan tribe.

Today, the Tushan tribe is in the limelight, creating snowflake salt, which has made the entire trading area a sensation, with this salt, the history of the Huangshan tribe monopolizing salt for a long time is probably going to turn the page, and the rise of the Tushan tribe is just around the corner.

The other party is a witch disciple of such a tribe, and the patrol leader of the trading area is with him, and the Kurosawa warrior is not easy to lose his temper, so he said bluntly: "What's the matter?"

"Big brother, it's too wasteful for you to kill this slave. ”

"What do you mean......"

Ye Xi smiled: "I'm short of a slave, I think he's a little interesting, why don't you sell it to me." ”

When the Kurosawa warriors heard that there was such a good thing, they were immediately interested.

This slave is so useless, he can't do anything, he's so thin, he can't cut much meat after slaughtering, and it would be better if someone wanted to buy it: "How much do you pay?"

"How about two hundred pounds of jerky?"

Kurosawa's eyes lit up, but he said reluctantly on his face: "Two hundred catties, a little less." ”

Ramie frowned and reprimanded: "Two hundred catties to buy a slave is too little, don't go too far." ”

The Kurosawa warrior was a little afraid, and hurriedly said: "Two hundred catties is two hundred catties." ”

Behind him, the Tushan warrior gave him two hundred catties of jerky, and the Kurosawa warrior was happy to receive the jerky, and he didn't bother to get angry with the slave anymore, and waved his hand at him indifferently: "Okay, you go, I won't be your master in the future." ”

Since Ye Xi inserted it, this slave has become a taciturn appearance with his head down, and he can't tell whether he is happy or unhappy after escaping a catastrophe and changing to a new master.

Ye Xi looked at his appearance, sighed inwardly, and said, "Come here." ”

He recognized it, this slave turned out to be the son of the chief of the Wolftooth tribe - Mink.

In Songcao's memory, the person mink accounts for a considerable proportion.

One is an orphan who has lost his father and mother, and can only rely on the occasional help of relatives to barely starve to death, and the other is the son of a chieftain who has excellent talent, has passed the trial of reserve warriors early, and is called the hope of the future of Wolffang, like the proud son of the sky.

Matsucao often secretly looked at the mink with jealous and envious eyes, fantasizing about how nice it would be if he was an ermine.

How beautiful the mink is in memory, and how unbearable it is to see the tortured scars and the embarrassed mink in front of him.

Mink obviously didn't recognize Ye Xilai, and walked silently to the ranks of the Tushan tribe.

Ye Xi didn't talk to him much, just ordered him to keep up with the team.

Now they are still in the trading area of the Kurosawa tribe, if Ye Xi blew up his identity and recognized him as a mink, he would undoubtedly be extremely stupid. Fortunately, Tu Shan and everyone are not stupid, no one said anything, just as Mink is an ordinary slave, so as not to see anything from the ramie on the side.

After everyone packed up their things and said goodbye to Ramie, they were loaded with harvest and embarked on the road back to Tushan.