After a busy month, I finally stocked up on enough pasture. After teaching the women to filter the mud and salt, in addition to marinating the animal meat, they did not stop, but continued to accumulate, and now they have stored several animal skin bags and hundreds of catties of salt.

Zhangzhung Gyatso was going to take the salt to the Namulun assembly and trade some necessities with the other tribes.

Every year at the beginning of winter, the surrounding tribes will hold a Namulun assembly, in addition to the people gather together to have a good time, singing and dancing, horse racing, wrestling, and each bringing goods to trade with others. To put it bluntly, it's like catching up with a big set.

Although there are only four tribes around, the Black Sheep, the Gray Sheep, the Silang and the Yixi, and the Namulun Conference held by them is not comparable to that of the royal court, there will always be something to buy before the winter begins. Barbarians don't have money, they barter. Sometimes, if you are lucky, you will come from the south to the orc merchants, and they can all bring good things, such as iron pots, sickles, pottery, and even wine and grain from the human race.

Oh, some time ago, Zhangxiong Gyatso finally learned the news of the disappearance of the Black Sheep tribe, and he was a little ridiculous, and he also praised Langnadu for being smart enough to run away in advance. Otherwise, if you continue to stay here, after the winter, Zhangzhung Gyatso will be ready to start. It's a pity that he ran away, so he will have to attack the Slang tribe next year............ He and Si Lang have already made a feud, and Zhangxiong Gyatso will not let the enemy continue to go free.

With twenty warriors, Zhangzhung Dorje and Solang Gongpo naturally followed honestly and unceremoniously to watch the excitement, and the long-haired oxen carried a bag of salt, and they set out on their way.

It's not that I don't want to exchange more things, it's just that the scale of the Namulun Conference here is too small, and a bag of nearly 100 catties of salt is enough to exchange a lot of items. If there were no orcs coming over this year, even this bag of salt might not be able to spend.

The Namulun assembly took place at the foot of a hill not far from the Grey Sheep tribe's settlement, and by the time they arrived, there had been a large number of people gathered here, and the barbarians drove cattle and sheep in exchange for all kinds of goods they needed. Luckily, they saw the orc merchants.

Since coming to this world, it was the first time that Zhangxiong Gyatso had seen a race other than the barbarians. The orcs, like their names, look like wild beasts, tall and strong, with green skin and inverted fangs, looking even more savage than the barbarians. But sadly, in this world, the orcs are a race that is higher than the barbarian civilization. Barbarians............ It is synonymous with uncivilized.

In the distance, someone was racing horses and sheep, and a large crowd of onlookers were watching. Sending Dorje and Kampot to look around, Zhangxiong Gyatso took only the brown horse Yang Zhen and led the long-haired ox to the orc merchant.

There were seven or eight orcs in this group, and the goods they brought were very rich, pottery, iron pots, ale wine from the dwarves, and black bread from the human race,............ There are even some rudimentary elven trinkets. Even if it is simple, compared to the barbarians, it is extremely exquisite.

Seeing that a guest came to the door, an orc man laughed and said: "Brother, come and see my goods, Arslen's goods are absolutely innocent." ”

"I need an iron pot, the bigger the better, do you have it here?"

Zhangxiong Gyatso asked, he first had to buy a few iron pots, but it was really that the entire Maoniu tribe only had a small iron pot, and hundreds of people couldn't share a mouthful of soup when they ate, and it was too cold to surround them.

"Yes, the iron pot of Arslen is large and strong, and it is made by the best blacksmiths of the Terrans. How many do you need, and in exchange for what?"

The orc named Arsleng smiled, and he looked behind Zhangxiong Gyatso, who was not carrying a large herd of cattle and sheep, and did not know what the other party was going to trade.

The orc next to him brought out a deep-bottomed iron pot with a diameter of nearly one meter, Zhangxiong Gyatso was very satisfied, waved his hand, and the brown horse Yang Zhen behind him brought the bag of salt, untied the mouth, and grabbed a handful for the orc Arslen to see.

Alslen didn't care about it, but when he saw those crystal white grains of salt, his eyes immediately widened.

"You...... How is that possible?"

Whether it's in the Tulum wasteland or in the orc savannah, salt has always been a rarity. The orcs also knew that the barbarians ate mud and salt on weekdays, so some of their merchants also bought salt from the human race and sold it to the Tulun wasteland, and their backhand was more than ten times the huge profit.

Today, he was surprised to see Zhangxiong Gyatso take out a large bag of salt at any time, and it was the finest refined salt.

"You don't have to ask me how I got it, I only ask if half a bag of salt is enough for your iron pot?"

This big animal skin bag has nearly 100 catties of salt, and half a bag is 50 catties, just used to exchange for an iron pot, Alsleng said happily: "Enough, enough." ”

In a hurry, his subordinates took out a mouthful of animal skin bags and exchanged salt with Brown Ma Yangzhen. Arslen rolled his eyes, and suddenly asked Zhangxiong Gyatso in a low voice: "Brother, I don't ask where you got your salt, I only ask you if you have anything there, if so, I have bought it all." ”

An iron pot is of course precious, but it can be easily exchanged for twenty catties of salt in the orcs. Now it's fifty pounds, and it's a lot of money. Arslen was a little itchy, he knew that the barbarian youth in front of him must have his own means to get salt.

If you can buy a large number of them from the barbarians and ship them back to the beasts, it will be a huge profit.

"Well, I do have some salt, and I can continue to get salt in the future, but I don't know if you can afford it. ”

"Haha, good brother, Alslen likes to make friends the most, you can choose the goods I have here and give them to you!"

Arslen was overjoyed, and he knew that if what Zhangzhung Gyatso said was true, then he would have found a source of money, which was much better than selling groceries. He was also generous enough, so he picked up a smaller iron pot, a few clay pots, and even an animal skin bag of ale wine, and handed them all to Brown Ma Yangzhen, saying that it was a gift.

"That's it, Brother Alslene is doing business first, and when you're done, let's talk about it. ”

Zhangzhung Gyatso also needed to find a way to buy weapons and the like from orcs. Just as he was about to have a deep conversation with Arslen, he suddenly heard a noise in the distance, which sounded like his younger brother Dorje and them. He had no choice but to make an appointment with Arslen first, and was ready to go over to see what trouble Dorje had caused.

"Brother, what's your name, and how can I find you after the conference?" asked Arslen anxiously.

"My name is Zhangzhung Gyatso, just wait, I'll come to you. ”

Dorje's angry shouting was loud, accompanied by a woman's scream, as if he had suffered a loss.

Zhangxiong Gyatso could hear it, and the woman's voice was familiar............ It is Jinba Rinchen's youngest daughter, Jinba Zhuoma.