After the two ran away, Qiu Juan slowed down and asked, "Is it really okay to make a fuss like this?"
Meng Sheng stretched out his hand to hold Ya'ei: "They were both ashamed and didn't talk about it at all. The matter of feelings had to start in a vague way. If I don't make such a fuss, I might have to go through many detours before I can tell. "
He is totally called fueling the flames!
Qiu Juan felt that what his partner said made some sense. When they were together, they explained it clearly and thoroughly. He nodded, and took the initiative to follow the male's palm, and the other hand took his arm.
"By the way, I remembered that I did meet Qin before. She asked me to forward something to Zhongyang last time."
Although it has been a long time, Meng Sheng still wants to explain.
Qiu Juan held his hand tightly, and after a moment of astonishment, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, apparently in a good mood: "Well, let's go home."
A few days later, it was time for the trade fair. This time, the tribes came out to exchange items collectively. After Meng Sheng’s calculations, the items he exchanged from the trading field last time included potatoes and sweet potatoes, which could be exchanged back then. Not much.
In the spring, he planted the two crops one after another according to the seasons. Last month, he replanted the few sweet potato seedlings. In fact, a few sweet potato seeds can grow a lot When the sweet potato seedlings come out, they can plant a large area, but they are still not enough to feed so many indigenous people in the tribe. They have to plant seedlings, harvest, and store them repeatedly. It took several years for every household in the tribe to get the seeds.
If it is so troublesome, since it can be exchanged in the trading field, why not just exchange more of these two things back, and the breeding cycle will be greatly shortened by then.
In the early morning of summer, the sky is still in the hazy stage. In the Yilin tribe, all capable natives brought their items to the trading field, and each carried a basket. The males were all equipped with pottery and metal weapons. But with a handmade first-class product, half of the people in the tribe are heading in one direction, swaying and imposing like a rainbow.
When they arrived at the trading site, the people in the tribe wore unique clothes because they were weird in the eyes of other tribes, and it was obvious that they became a whole. Meng Sheng chose a wide area and asked everyone to put down all their things and set up a stall. Some people found wood to display The use and advancement of metal tools, some people carry items out to publicize, intending to let those who are interested come and exchange them, instead of dragging items out.
Meng Sheng was sitting in the middle of the booth, and anyone who came to exchange items had to be seen by him first.
He never refuses anything that can be planted. After a few more visits, the natives of the tribe next to him know his pee nature, and he knows what he needs without saying anything. Anyway, the ones that can be planted and eaten are the first choice. The second is useful utensils, and the last is food.
Seeing that the people in the tribe were so upbeat, Meng Sheng took Qiu Juan to the trade fair. The place was so big, and there were at least ten tribes who came to exchange. He was afraid that the good things of the other tribes would be left behind, so he had to do it himself. To scan the goods.
"Brother! Brother!"
Amidst the clamor, a clear voice broke through the wind. Meng Sheng realized that he was really calling him, and when he turned around, there was indeed a native chasing him: "Brother, do you remember me? I changed a lot with you last time." The bacon one?"
Having said that, Meng Sheng quickly had an impression: "It's you! Didn't you set up a stall this time?"
"Show it, but today everyone went to the Yilin Tribe to change their weapons, and no one was looking at my stall." The native shook his head helplessly, and then said: "I see that you two are wearing , is it also from the Yilin tribe?"
Meng Sheng was noncommittal: "What's wrong?"
"Hey, I don't know if you can talk in your tribe. I also want to change some metal weapons and pottery baskets, but there are too many people over there, and they also ask for this and that. My stall There are some ordinary things on my son, I am afraid that your tribe will look down on you."
Qiu Juanxian asked Meng Sheng: "Your Binhai tribe, don't you have salt to exchange for?"
The aborigine smiled: "Don't you want to be able to go ahead in exchange for something better?"
Meng Sheng raised his eyebrows: "Okay, let's go, I'll take you there, they will still sell me some face."
"Great!" The natives cheered happily: "The bacon I brought back last time was really delicious, and it has been preserved for a long time! Did you bring it this time? We can exchange it."
"I didn't bring it this time, so I can't change it."
The aborigine felt a little regretful, but the excitement of being able to change the metal weapon quickly diluted the unhappiness. He walked behind the two, closely following the tall male, for fear that the crowd would push them apart.
"Priest, why did you come back so soon?"
Meng Sheng pointed to the person behind him: "I've known him before, let him pick out what he wants first."
The stall owner, who was arrogant to the rest of the tribe, instantly lost his arrogance in front of Xiongxiong, and his respectful appearance made everyone around him wonder who Meng Sheng was, and at the same time envied the native who could choose.
"Priest? You are actually a priest of the Yilin Tribe!" the native said incredulously.
"It's only been a while."
The aboriginal replied thoughtfully, but flattered Meng Sheng fiercely: "It's no wonder the Yilin tribe turned around all of a sudden."
In the past, in the trading field, the Yilin tribe was just an unknown tribe. The impression given to the other tribesmen was nothing more than a tribe in the forest, with great strength and ability to hunt large prey. Loud noise, more or less really not used to.
"Come on, go and pick out things from your tribe."
Under the envious eyes of the crowd, the aborigine chose a machete and exchanged it with all the salt he brought out. He wanted to thank Meng Sheng for the exchange, but he didn't know that Meng Sheng wanted to win him over. At this time, Xiongxiong was waiting.
After a few words of politeness between the two, the aboriginals learned that Meng Sheng was a priest of the Yilin Tribe, they changed their previous hippie smiles, and showed a lot of politeness and respect to him.
Meng Sheng didn't care about these details, and said casually: "I think the salt in your tribe is actually pretty good."
Everyone and priests have free time to chat with him. The natives are not happy yet, and the Hui tribe can boast to others that they know priests from other tribes. At the same time, they proudly said: "Although our Chubo tribe is not big, the exchange The salt is taken with conscience. There are three tribes in Binhai, among which the Miaoyuan tribe is the largest, but their salt is not as good as our small tribe. Last time I heard that you Yilin tribe exchanged a lot Salt, they bite to increase the value, and kill a lot of your prey."
Meng Sheng nodded. Of course he hadn't forgotten about it, but at the time he thought that the aborigines in front of him belonged to the same tribe as those people, but he didn't expect that the tribe near the sea was also divided into three.
"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."
"You can just call me Hu. Last time I heard your partner call you, is your name Meng Sheng?"
"You have a good memory."
Hu laughed: "That's not true."
After some chatting between the two, Meng Sheng learned that since Dahu brought his bacon back to the tribe, seeing that the bacon has a unique flavor and can be stored for a long time, the Qiubo tribe figured out the way to do it with the bacon. Now Their tribe has adopted salt to preserve seafood, and the food has become as delicious as fish caught in the deep sea.
Meng Sheng couldn't help lamenting the intelligence of these natives. Once they tasted the benefits, they would follow the vines to develop. Their tribe has repeatedly created surprises, so it's not the case.
"In this way, I think I can talk to you very well, and I want to teach you as a friend. Why don't you come to our tribe as a guest after the fair is over!"
Hai's eyes were wide open. He didn't expect that the priests of the Yilin tribe would be so hospitable and would invite him to the tribe as a guest, but he was not overwhelmed by the surprise and went to the Yilin tribe alone. Going to reason, I couldn't help feeling uneasy: "This, I'm so sorry, if I don't go back today, my family will worry."
"You just don't want to go to our tribe. You are not the only member of the Chubo tribe at the trade fair. Just find someone to send a message back. Originally, I wanted to invite you because I could talk to you. You Blame me for being too enthusiastic, I probably scared you, but to put it bluntly, you don't have anything to make people covetous, so I can still hurt you."
Meng Sheng's statement of a stick and a sweet date really coaxed the natives to be taken aback for a while. He thought to himself that he really didn't have anything of value. A machete was left in the room, which was bought from the Renyilin tribe.
I was really embarrassed at the moment: "Then, then I will find someone I know and bring me a sentence back."
Meng Sheng raised the corners of his mouth and nodded: "Just look for me at the stall of our tribe when the time comes."
After they got into the crowd and disappeared, Meng Sheng and Qiu Juan continued to visit the trading ground.
Qiu Juan really didn't know why Meng Sheng did this. Meng Sheng is not a person who likes to make friends very much. As far as he knows, only Zhong Yang and Tang Dun are close to him in the tribe. We have known each other for a long time, and we can only be called friends after a lot of contacts. It is really strange to invite someone from outside the tribe to be a guest in such a sloppy way.
Meng Sheng didn't hide it from his own family: "Our tribe needs salt. Although salt can be obtained from salt rocks, it is hard to find, and the procedure is cumbersome. The quality of salt is not good, so it can only be used for bacon. Hai is a member of the Binhai tribe, and it is much easier for them to get salt, the quantity is sufficient and the quality is good.”
Qiu Juan suddenly realized: "Brother Meng wants to establish a good relationship with him, so that it will be easier to exchange salt in the future."
"You're only half right."
Meng Sheng explained his thoughts in detail. Hai could spread the news of bacon and encourage people in the tribe to learn to pickle food with salt, which shows that he has the ability to spread. He must be more active in the tribe. After turning around in the tribe, he will definitely pass on what he saw and heard to the tribe when he returns.
Then he threw out the idea of establishing an exchange of items with the Chubo tribe. The people of the Chubo tribe are greedy for sharp weapons and easy-to-use pottery, and they will definitely go to their tribe to exchange things, which will save them from coming to the trading market. I changed the salt and went back with so many things on my back.
The trade fair came to an end, the natives of the Yilin tribe came with a bunch of things on their backs, and now they are going back with a lot of things on their backs. When they came, except for the people of the tribe watching, there was nothing but excitement. What, but now there are other tribes as spectators, watching the magnificent team one after another, the natives feel a sense of pride spontaneously.
As for Hai, he and several leaders of the tribe were walking in front of the team, as if they were being honored as honored guests.