Let Go Of That Primordial Man Chapter 170: Many people are stupid
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In any case, as a respected witch, Master Niu and other six people, even from a poor place like the Luolei Mountains, are still receiving the preferential treatment of the same size from the Yellow Mill tribe, even if this kind of preferential treatment seems quite careless.
This is the basic rule of the primitive era plane. No matter where it is, the witch is like a Western nobleman in the modern plane in the middle ages, and it will stand taller than others. If the Huang mill tribe can’t even do this, then will In the surrounding tribes, they can no longer lift their heads.
So no matter how unwilling in the heart of the Huang Biao tribe, they still have to let the warriors of the tribe, including Mr. Niu and his party, enter the most luxurious stone house in their tribe. Entertain.
At the same time, here is also a hall dedicated to the spirit and fire of their ancestors...
After entering the stone temple, the other five witches looked a bit more restrained in front of the magnificent stone building; after all, for them, on weekdays, they lived in a larger cave and they thought they were quite face-faced buns. For us, such a magnificent artificial stone temple is quite impressive!
But for Master Niuniu, such a stone temple is just a novelty.
He looked at this stone temple with a total area of more than fifty square meters with great interest, and thought in his heart: "The stone temple built from this huge stone block is really more insulated than the wooden house. It seems that the construction of the Blackstone Tribe in the next stage should be completely changed to stone!"
"It will be said that the area of such a stone temple will be doubled when the time is right. Which of the stone temples in the remains of the modern plane is not much larger than this, otherwise it would be embarrassing to take it out to meet people."
What makes him curious is that after entering the hall, the other party's witch nodded slightly and left the stone hall.
It took almost ten minutes to appear again. When the little old man appeared again, Master Niu noticed that he changed into a linen robe.
In fact, he was even more surprised: "Why is this old product put on such a thin dress at a temperature around minus zero? Isn't he cold?"
If Master Niu’s thoughts were deliberately changed into the most expensive clothes, he planned to deter the yellow rice from the cannons of the Luolei Mountain Range; they might do something unreasonable.
Under Huang Mi’s eyes, one of his confidantes began to speak loudly to the group of cannons to introduce their noble witch: “This is a strong protection with four lines and the protection of the yellow millet tribe. God and guide, respected Master Wu Huang Mi."
In a long dragging introduction, Huang Mi nodded to Master Niu and others with a reserved face, and then took a buttock to the throne; for a while, this sudden situation, but let the cow The old man was rather embarrassed.
Before that, he didn’t even know that the tribes in the plains would play like this, and he didn’t have any preparation at all; as long as he knew, he brought the quilt left in the tribe, with the talents of the two goods, this kind of blowing In the occasion of mutual bullying, you will never let yourself down.
Fortunately, at this time, the Wu of the Grey Cave Tribe once again stood up to resolve this embarrassment for Master Niu.
The same long tone sounded again, and began to tout Master Niu: "The general leader of the 14 tribal alliances in the northwestern area of the Thunder Mountain Range, the recognized king of the battlefield, the leader of the Blackstone Tribe, the knowledgeable master black cattle and cattle. Is the leader of our caravan."
If you only listen to the first half of the sentence, Master Niu's praise of the witch of the Qingyu tribe is extremely satisfying. He can't think of him enjoying such a high evaluation in the tribal alliance.
But after hearing the second half, the face of this product is not so beautiful: "The cow is the last name of Lao Tzu, okay. For Mao, you should call me a black cow according to your custom. This is better than a **** cow. Take it easy..."
Depressed Master Niu felt that his chest was sullen, and he could not help pulling away the thick fur coat to expose the thermal underwear called cotton.
Then he was surprised to find that the yellow rice in the first main seat suddenly became uglier than pig liver...
In the end, Master Niu gave people a package of white sugar and a package of snow-white refined salt, plus a bottle of Erguotou gift packs; these modern planes, even the most stingy Grand Terrace can't take gifts After that, it was handed over to Wu Huang Mi of the Huang Mill tribe, and the other party finally became enthusiastic.
Huang Mi not only happily agreed, but the caravan asked for trade with the Huang mill tribe in the afternoon; he also very enthusiastically invited Mr. Niu and six others to participate in the welcome lunch held for them.
Of course, ordinary members of the caravan of six hundred people, the Yellow Mill tribe has no plans to take charge of their lunch.
At the luncheon, the Huang Mill tribe appeared very sincere to entertain the food of Mr. Niu and others, such as rice balls, gruel, and flatbread made by Yishui Fine Millet.
Know that during the weekdays, even Huang Mi’s own food is also mixed with some wild vegetables. Otherwise, if you eat all of these fine grains, where will the annual harvest be enough for the whole yellow millet tribe; as for ordinary Among the food of tribe members, wild vegetables account for almost half.
Just don’t talk about Mr. Niu, who has always been discerning about appetite, and even the rest of the witches have no appetite for such light and extreme food; after eating a little bit, they put down the chopsticks in their hands.
Huang Mi was not aware of it until the ordinary soldiers of the caravan then prepared the food, when the fragrance of the big pot of stewed broth came in; this old goods just got better because of the precious gifts that were accidentally harvested , Once again the strange smell is incomparable...
In the afternoon, when the members of the caravan lined up a long series of stalls among the many kinds of goods carried by the yellow millet tribe; all members of the yellow millet tribe including Wu Huang Mi, finally It was a complete blessing.
They never imagined, or even dared to imagine, that the legendary cannons of the Thunder Mountain Range, which can’t afford the poor salt, can actually bring out so many good things that they have never seen; even they even The strange names of those products have never been heard.
Snow white or pink salt, although they are a little surprised~IndoMTL.com~ but it is still within their acceptance; after all, the salt they eat in daily life, although it is a bit bitter, but still Can barely continue to make up.
However, the lighters that raise the flames when pressed lightly, in contrast, they have to knock the flint of sparks for a long time; there is a big white rabbit toffee that is indescribably delicious, and it is sweet in the water. Sugar...
In short, as expected by Master Niu and these mountain cannons, as soon as the merchandise merchandise came out, it immediately blinded the dog eyes of the yellow millet tribe.
Looking at what they want, but they can’t get enough of the entanglement to exchange supplies, these mountain cannons are very dark in their hearts.
In the end, when the caravan left the Huang mill tribe, they left a small basket of goods; at the same time, they took away 50 baskets of fine millet. This is the first business that Master Niu looked at. The reason for a severe discount.
It is also after this trade that the entire caravan is full of confidence in this trip to the plains.
If they can contact their companions in the Thunder Mountain at this time, they will yell: "Many people are stupid on the plains, come quickly!"