It took the caravan three months to drive these forty-odd carts from the fertile plains to the middle of the Ambergris River in the light rain forest. And now, it's time to reap the fruits.

After arriving at the predetermined location, the Blade Clan stood guard everywhere, while the Low Eyebrow Clan spontaneously went to complete various chores. First of all, although this site is a perennial trading place, and the big trees have long been cut down, the weeds are growing wildly because they are no longer in the way.

The low-brow rider clears the weeds from the ground first. Then they took off the saddle of the horse, tied the reins to the stake, and gave the horses water and food.

These Wind Horse Beasts are very precious, they are exchanged by the Blade Clan with bronze spear axes, table salt, and the Shorthorn Clan, and the life of a Wind Horse Beast is several times more valuable than that of a low-eyebrow clan.

After the camp was erected, the low-brow people began to cook, and then the bladed people began to enjoy dinner. At this time, the men of the low-eyebrow tribe did not eat, they had to take down the goods from the carriage, sort them and put them away, and then drag the carriage into a semicircle to prevent the impact of wild beasts.

The types of goods on the carriage were relatively simple, mainly the spearhead of the bronze spear, followed by tung oil, and the snow-white table salt. These are all essential items for the Kaolin Clan, enough to make the Bladed Clan's caravan a lot of money.

Spring is a good season for trading.

For a whole winter, the fur made of the Kaolin tribe has been dried, the polished lapis lazuli statue has been formed, and the newly woven rattan armor has been steamed and dried three times. All they have left is a chance to trade.

The caravan waited for seven or eight days, and then a tribe came to trade. But this is not the tribe where Cold Fire is. In the Longji Mountain Range, which stretches for thousands of miles, there are more than 100,000 people in the Gaoling tribe, and the tribe where Leng Huo is located is just one of the inconspicuous ones.

By the time the team of Cold Fire Followers arrived at the trading area, the trade was almost over. People come and go to step on the grass very smoothly, like a road that has been walking for many years.

Two years have passed, and Leng Huo is seventeen years old. His body suddenly rose to a level, and he was no different from the average prime of life. Now, there is no trace of childishness on his face, as if all the children were buried in the wind with the winter of two years ago.

He had also been on the hunting party for a whole year, and his palms were full of calluses. During this year, Cold Fire became famous, and people called him "Flame Maniac". When hunting, the flying deer and the boar do not talk about it, even the fierce saber-toothed tiger, the cold fire dares to hold a spear to attack head-on, and fight wildly, which three precious tiger skins brought by the tribe this time are proof.

Normally, the hunting tactics of the elderly people, even if they surround the saber-toothed tiger, they will not fight to the death. Relying on the large number of people, the Gaoling people will inevitably win the final victory, but under the dying counterattack of the saber-toothed tiger, there will inevitably be hunters killed. Therefore, the Gaoling tribe will hunt wild boars and even rhinos, but they will open up to the saber-toothed tigers.

But with Leng Huo, it is very different, he doesn't care about the threat of death at all, one person and one spear are enough to block the saber-toothed tiger head-on, and he is full of ferocity. With Cold Fire to withstand the attack head-on, the Hunter next to him is much less dangerous, which is the real reason why they can harvest three tiger skins.

However, all the proceeds of hunting go to the tribe and are not personal belongings. Leng Huo insisted on coming this time in exchange for a spear, which belonged to him and not the common property of the tribe.

But the metal is precious, what will he exchange it for?

The first to be traded was a lapis lazuli statue, which the tribe used in exchange for table salt. A finely ground lapis lazuli statue can only be exchanged for half a catty of table salt. After that, the fur is exchanged for tung oil.

Tung oil is a necessity for the tribe, but it is not for eating. Whether weaving rattan armor or making the handle of a spear, tung oil is a necessity.

For example, the Kaolin people need to pick the wire rattan when the first frost falls in early autumn, then cook it in boiling water and dry it in the shade, and then apply the rattan with tung oil to quickly weave the rattan carapace.

The finished rattan armor is exposed to the winter sun, then steamed in a large pot and then coated with tung oil again. Repeat this three times before it is complete.

The rattan armor made in this way is not only hard, tough, but also extremely lightweight, and is the best armor in the world. For a whole winter, the clan where Cold Fire was located was only able to make ten rattan armors, and only four were used for trading, and the rest was given to the new hunters for their own use.

The same is true for the production of the spear handle, if there is no tung oil to prevent moth, it is guaranteed that within half a year, the wooden handle will be mothed out of the hole. Imagine what a tragedy it would be if you swung your spear when the beast pounced, and the handle of the spear suddenly snapped. For this reason, tung oil is a must-have.

In addition to these items, the clan where Cold Fire was located also brought seventeen or eighteen damaged spearheads. The edges of these bronze spearheads have been so damaged that there is no way to polish them, so they are of no use except for refurnace. However, refining bronze is only mastered by the bladed clan. The Gaoling clan can only exchange four damaged spearheads for a brand new one, which can be said to be a loss to grandma's family.

However, one rattan armor was enough to exchange for ten spearheads, and this price was enough to satisfy the Kaolin people. After the transaction was completely completed, Leng Huo suddenly stepped forward.

Ignoring the surprised gaze of his clansmen, he carefully examined the wooden frame where the bladed clan placed the spearheads, took another one and measured it in his hand, and asked unhurriedly, "Do you have any longer spearheads, these are too short!"

The bladed warrior frowned slightly, "The spear is different from the long sword used for chopping, it stabs and kills, the spearhead can only be so long, and if it grows longer, it will easily get stuck in the bones of the prey and break." ”

The spearheads are made of bronze and are about 378 centimeters in size, with a small branch lateral. The edge is double-sided, the grinding snow is as bright as frost, the cold light is shining, and the appearance is excellent.

Leng Huo was a little disappointed, "Don't you ever think about bigger prey? even if these spearheads pierce the skin of the tyrannosaurus, they can't even reach its heart, how can they kill it?"

"Tyrannosaurus?" The warrior of the Bladed Clan was stunned for a moment, and then a deep fear appeared on his face, "You want to hunt the Tyrannosaurus, do you know that the Tyrannosaurus broke through the Heavenly City the winter before last, and thousands of warriors were killed or injured, and I don't know how many were eaten by the Tyrannosaurus on the spot." ”

"Now, you, a doll, are here to say that you want to hunt a tyrannosaurus. Who do you think you are? Do you think you're better than a thousand of us?"

Tyrannosaurus, that's one of the ultimate forces in this world. On land, there is no living creature to compete with. It's just that the tyrannosaurus actually broke through the Heavenly City, but it was terrifying.

These people have already been frightened, and Leng Huo is not angry about it. He just shook his head in disappointment, turned and prepared to leave. After walking about seven or eight steps, suddenly someone shouted in an old voice from behind, "Young man, wait a minute." ”

Leng Huo looked back, but it was an old man with blades, his beard was gray, and there was a faint sadness between his eyebrows, but his body was as straight as a pine, and there was no feeling of sagging.

"What did the old man call me?" Leng Huo was very polite to the old man.

The white-bearded old man smiled slightly, "I am Lan Tong, the steward of the caravan, and I have the spear you need, but what are you going to exchange it for 548944127?"