The sky gradually became dark, and after the sun, which had just appeared for a short time, hid in the clouds, dark clouds rolled in from the east.
"Jie!" Jiu Feng raised his head and yelled cheerfully towards the sky. It likes windy weather, thunder and lightning, and occasionally it also likes to break through the wind in heavy rain.
The long-haired young man on the opposite side looked up at the sky, and then tried his best to see the bird squatting on Yan Mo's head.
Yan Mo also looked up at the sky, feeling that his lower abdomen was becoming more and more disturbed.
Quiet me!
The lower abdomen was calm for a while, and after a few blinks, it became even more violent.
Yan Mo held his stomach bitterly. What the hell are you so excited about? Why haven't I seen you for such a long time before
"eat… "
Eat you ghost!
"To...to...to the front..." The Fruit of Witch Luck became urgent.
What do you want? What the hell did you see
The fruit of witchcraft cannot be described, only repeatedly expressing one's strong desire to get it.
Jiufeng stood up suddenly and stepped on Yan Mo's head, "Gululu, I'll go out to play for a while, and I'll come to you later."
"It's going to rain."
"Go!"
This is another wayward brat! Yan Mo had no choice but to say, "Go ahead."
With a light flap of Jiufeng's small wings, his body pierced through the air like lightning.
"Boom!" There was a dull thunder from the sky.
There was moaning or cursing in the market place, and voices were everywhere shouting at the slaves, telling them to hasten to transfer their goods, which were afraid of the rain, to their tents.
The man who caught Yuan Zhan's attention before walked out from behind the long-haired young man, uttering a word: "Cloth."
He was an unexpectedly handsome man. His face combined the advantages of the East and the West. He was slender, with short black hair, a straight nose, and a vertical diamond-shaped bronze ornament the size of a melon seed was stuck between his brows. Very cold.
This man had the second most bronze ornaments on his body among the Dingyue tribe, and the most was the long-haired man who looked at Yan Mo just now, but the long-haired man didn't have any bronze ornaments on his forehead, nor did he have any patterns on his face.
Yan Mo looked at Yuan Zhan in front of him, then at the long-haired man blocked by that cool brother, and smiled bitterly.
Yuan Zhan squinted at him, laughing
Laughing that you are not as handsome as others, and you are not as cool as others, but...
Yan Mo's eyes slowly moved up from the long legs, hips, strong waist, and broad shoulders of his own animals, and finally his eyes stayed on the side face of the other party, who was quite ugly in terms of appearance.
The face is not good-looking, the narrow and long eyes like poisonous snakes are not his favorite, and the tribal tattoos on the face turn the originally unfriendly face into a murderous one, and it looks like a threat when it smiles. It can be seen that he is even more thoughtful, ruthless, and has strong desires. Although he is a primitive person, he is extremely cunning and difficult to control.
A person like him would never have been attracted to such a person in a previous life. What are two bad guys doing together? I feed you poison, do you give me a knife? Can you still sleep soundly at night
If he hadn't fallen into this special environment, forcing him to put a little trust in the person closest to him, they would definitely not be able to get to where they are now.
In the future... oh! Who knows in the future
Yan Mo's hand naturally rested on Yuan Zhan's waist, and in a possessive gesture that he didn't even notice, he smiled and said, "I'd rather see you more pleasing to the eye."
"Huh?" Who are you comparing me with? Yuan Zhan raised his eyebrows.
"Cough!" Iroha coughed heavily.
Yan Mo turned his eyes to the cool guy, "You have taken a fancy to our fabrics? It's a pity that we didn't bring much this time, but we can take a look at your tribe's goods first. If there is something we need, we can make an appointment next time Bring a little more for the transaction, or we can just come to the door to trade."
Although Brother Ku didn't understand some words, he understood the general meaning. The other party obviously wanted to see their goods first.
"It doesn't matter if there aren't many, Mogan also has fabrics." The long-haired man behind the cool man said, "It happens that we don't bring many goods, but they are all good things."
"What are they? Copper knives and spear points? Weapons made of metal are indeed stronger than stones. If you bring them, we can really exchange some with you." Yan Mo said seriously.
"Boom!" The thunder was getting louder, and the humidity in the air was getting heavier.
The Fruit of Witch Luck also began to hit Yan Mo's abdomen heavily. If Yuan Zhan didn't block him, and he pressed his hand on his abdomen, others would definitely be able to see that there is something wrong with his abdomen.
What Yan Mo said was light and natural, but the faces of the Dingyue Tribe and the group changed drastically when they heard it. The long-haired young man and that cool brother were fine, but their eyes did not hide their surprise.
Caiyu's ears caught words that he had never heard before, and he was still thinking about what metal was, when he saw Dingyue and his party change their expressions, and immediately firmly remembered the phrase "weapons made of metal are stronger than stone". After a while, he must pass the news to the elder in charge of the market.
"You..." The long-haired young man swallowed the sentence "How do you know?" and replaced it with: "You seem to know our tribe very well?"
"Ah, although we are on the upper reaches of the big river, we will occasionally encounter some wandering tribes or strong people who travel through the wild land, and they will bring us interesting things everywhere."
"Crack!" The first bolt of lightning lit up in the eastern sky.
Yuan Zhan heard that his priest was talking nonsense with his eyes open again, and his expression was as calm as if such a thing had really happened.
The long-haired young man turned his head to look at the sky in the east, and said to Yan Mo: "Unfortunately, we didn't bring what you wanted, but we also brought some useful daily necessities. I can go to your place to find you, look, it's going to rain."
"Metal utensils? Bronze or iron? Whichever is good, I will remember to save some fabrics." Yan Mo's voice was neither high nor low, making sure that Mogan and nearby people watching the excitement could clearly hear to words like brass and metal.
The long-haired young man looked straight at Yan Mo. What does this person mean by repeatedly saying words such as copperware and metal? Is it unintentional, or is it intentional to tell others
The long-haired youth didn't need to look at Iroha to know how high his ears were. If he hadn't been on a mission, and this Morgan who had done business with them could give him some news, and he himself hoped to find some traces in this market where there are many tribes concentrated, he would not have come to participate in this event. In the market, they will not take out the things of their own tribe and exchange them with others.
wait! What did the boy say after the bronze vessel
Ironware? what is that? Is there a better metal than copper? Could the metal have been found and used elsewhere? But he clearly heard that the special bone tools in Sancheng are the most powerful.
"In addition to living utensils, we actually brought some treasures from the ruins." The long-haired youth revealed important news, knowing that Jiuyuan of metal and copperware is worth his money, and he also wants to know more about Ironware, things about this Jiuyuan tribe.
"However, we came late, and we didn't have a booth, so we can only temporarily borrow the ones from Moore. We will take out those treasures at noon, and if there are suitable items, we will also exchange them, and there will be no one who comes late."
Caiyu wanted to say something but shut her mouth, because Moergan even planned to exchange the treasures of the ruins that Dingyue tribe had just obtained, and they wanted to swallow them all, but Dingyue was unwilling and wanted to use Those things in exchange for some news that is useful to them.
For this reason, they had already gone to the Bianxi tribe, the snake people tribe, the Yeqiu tribe, the Tuya tribe, and the Huangjing tribe on the other side of the river, but they did not expect that Ding Yue would temporarily hook up with a powerful tribe in the upper reaches of the river.
But the thing is in Ding Yue's hands, and the group is still very powerful, and the elders of the tribe have repeatedly told them not to provoke them, and he has no way to stop them at this time.
"The land of the ruins?" Yan Mo felt that he seemed to understand why the Fruit of Witch Luck was such a commotion, "Is it noon? We will arrive on time."
"Crack!" Lightning approached.
"Boom!" The heavy rain poured down.
Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan hid in the fisherwoman's tent at the invitation of the elder witch of the fisherwoman tribe.
The old man had a high status, and besides the four slaves who served him, he was the only one in the tent.
The tent was too dark, and the three of them didn't go inside, they just stood at the entrance of the tent and talked.
"Son, did you say you had something good to trade us for herbs? Just heard your fabrics are good, but I'm afraid we don't have that much..."
Yan Mo raised a finger to signal the old man to wait a moment, and took out a small bag wrapped in linen from his pocket.
Yuan Zhan asked Yan Mo with his gaze: Are you sure
Yan Mo also replied with his eyes: I'm sure! And as you said, you can do it secretly.
Yuan Zhan stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, and Yan Mo signaled him to push him from bottom to top.
Yuan Zhanwei squeezed hard, causing Yan Mo to open his mouth and let out a soft "ow".
The old man smiled and shook his head watching the interaction between the two. The tall young man's aura made him a little scared and vigilant, but now seeing his expression and movements playing with the young man, he looked like a big child playing with his beloved partner.
Yan Mo rubbed his neck and handed the small linen bag to the old man.
The old man took it and was about to open it, when Yan Mo raised his eyes and said, "Hold it firmly."
The old man thought to himself, let me hold on to the treasure, it doesn’t weigh a bit in my hand, it feels light, and I want to think about it, but I still open the small linen bag very carefully.
A small handful of fine, reddish snow-like grains emerged from the bag.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, "What is this? Medicine powder?"
Yan Mo leaned closer to the old man, and whispered maliciously: "This is the best salt in the world that even people in the three cities can't eat. Red salt is my Jiuyuan specialty."
The old man's eyelids twitched, he raised his hand, slightly dipped a little powder with his fingers, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Immediately, the old man pulled out his finger as quickly as possible, carefully wrapped the bag of salt grains and stuffed it into his bosom, and he looked left and right when he was done.
The old man noticed the strange gazes of the two, and smiled slightly embarrassedly: "I can't be careless, if I know that what you brought out is this..."
Yuan Zhan quickly asked, "Have you seen red salt?"
"No." The old man looked out specifically. It was raining heavily outside, and there were small mud spots on the ground. The people who came out to sweep the goods just now hid in the tents of the various tribes. The slaves who were only used for trading were There is no place to put them, and most of them stay in the open air, huddled up and let the heavy rain water them, and their faces are green and their lips are white from the cold.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to their tent, the old man withdrew his head again, and said seriously: "No, I haven't seen it, but I heard that Morgan recently got a batch of blood salt. It is said that the red fine salt was used by countless people. It is refined from human blood, not only tastes extremely delicious, but also brings strength to people. The blood warriors especially like this kind of blood salt. Unfortunately, this kind of blood salt is very rare, and only a few big tribes who have good relations with Morgan After one point was allocated, the rest were sent to the three cities by Mogan as a tribute."
Speaking of this, the old man said with a trace of suspicion: "You didn't happen to exchange a batch of your red salt with Moergan before?"
Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo looked at each other and nodded.
The old man sighed, his eyes were full of surprise and joy, "I didn't expect that the legendary blood salt came from your Jiuyuan!"
"If the blood salt you mentioned is our red salt." Yan Mo shrugged.
As soon as the old man grabbed Yan Mo's hand, he said with great enthusiasm: "Hey, boy, just now you said you liked our herbs? How much do you want? There is not enough here, you can go back with us to pick them! You can have as many as you want! Do you still like our animal bones? We not only have animal bones, but also some big fish bones, do you want them? Because they are too big, we didn’t bring them.”
Yan Mo wanted to pull out his hand, but the old man held it even tighter.
The bastard Yuan Zhan actually just stood aside and watched the joke.
The old man was still sighing: "Jiuyuan sounds like a good place. When you go back this time, can you take me on the road together? Don't look at me as old, but I can still run, and I can't run slower than those middle-aged boys. It can also help you identify herbs and treat the wounded, I am the best at treating poisonous snake bites, do you have many poisonous snakes there?"
Yan Mo seriously wants to deceive a big witch to go back. They lack teachers who can teach knowledge. It is too heavy and tiring for him to teach so many people alone. If he is afraid that he will affect the children's loyalty to Jiuyuan, he can also teach some adults to identify and use common herbs.
"In this way, let's go with you to collect herbs at your place of residence first, and then wait for us to go back, how about you go to Jiuyuan with us?" Yan Mo deduced the environment and climate there based on the herbs put out by the fisherwomen. He felt that the hometown of the fisherwomen was likely to be rich in many common herbs he needed, and even if it didn't, it would be a great harvest to find the bamboo forest.
After all, the old witch is an old man, and at the same time, in order for his people to eat red salt for a long time, he took the initiative to swear to the mother god that he would not reveal the exchange of red salt between Jiuyuan and them, and then solemnly invited Jiuyuan and his party to meet with them after the market. Return to their tribal settlements together.
In front of the elder witch, Yan Mo took out two coir raincoats from his pocket, put them on one with Yuan Zhan, and went back to their second floor in the rain.
When the elder witch saw Yan Mo take out two coir raincoats, his eyes widened suddenly, but soon he nodded as if he had come to his senses, and only asked: "The grass coats you are wearing are very nice, how do you do them? Can it be exchanged?"