The Caveman Made Me Awesome

Ye Xi walked to Tushan's booth and found a large group of people around, and fierce quarrels could be heard from time to time.

Ye Xi frowned and squeezed into the crowd.

The crowd was bustling, but Ye Xi was small, and after a lot of hard work, he still squeezed into the innermost part.

In the center of the crowd, a large group of totem warriors dressed in snakeskin looked badly around Tushan's booth.

Among the group of people, Ye Xi saw two familiar figures - Qi Shang and Jiu Xiong of the Huangzhu tribe.

The calm and determined Xi Shang in Ye Xi's impression was dark at this time, staring at everyone in Tushan: "How can you Tushan produce such good salt, these salts must be fake!"

"They sell fake salt, don't be fooled!" Several people from the Huangzhu tribe nearby immediately shouted.

Putai snorted coldly: "Your Huangzhu tribe can't produce such good salt, it doesn't mean that other tribes can't!"

Xi Shang's eyes cut like a knife to Putai: "Oh? You just exchanged a large bag of salt with our tribe a few days ago, and it was only a few days ago that such good salt suddenly appeared. You said it was real salt. , Then tell me, how did you get it?!"

Putai choked expressionlessly: "How did we produce the salt in Tushan, there is no need to explain to you Huang Zhu!"

"Good, good, good!" Xi Shang stared at Putai and sneered a few times. He had never heard Tushan people speak to him in such a tone. Now that the Tushan tribe made their own salt, they would not take Huang Zhu seriously!

After laughing, Xi Shang's face changed suddenly, from vicious anger to righteous indignation.

"Everyone, the transaction between our Huang Zhi and your tribe has always been very pleasant! You have been using Huang Zhi's salt for so long. I believe you will not be fooled by their fake salt!"

None of the tribesmen responded.

The process of trading salt with the Huangzhao tribe was really not pleasant. Except for a few powerful tribes, the Huangzhe did not dare to slaughter. Who among these small tribes has never been slaughtered?

They began to discuss in private that the salt of the Huangzhu tribe was too expensive, and it was often mixed with impurities such as sand and soil, and it was sometimes yellow and brown.

Let’s take a look at the salt of the Tushan tribe. It is as white as snow, and there is not even a trace of impurities in it. Even if the price is the same, they are more willing to buy the salt of the Tushan tribe, let alone Tushan. The snow salt is even cheaper.

Seeing that no one agreed, Xi Shang's face slowly darkened.

Putai laughed: "Everyone, this salt is real or fake, is it just relying on the mouth of someone from Huang Zhan? Come over and taste it for yourself, and everyone can identify it yourself! Today is the first time for Tushan to sell salt. , in order to reassure you, I can let each of you have a taste!"

As soon as Putai's voice fell, he had been discussing in private just now, but the tribesmen of all ethnic groups who did not speak on the surface immediately reacted.

"I'll try it first!"

"I'm coming too!"

"Don't push me, I'll go first!"

Everyone was scrambling to try the salt in front of the Tushan stall.

Seeing this situation, Xi Shang was so angry that his chest heaved violently, his face was black and water was dripping, but he couldn't think of anything else, he could only stare at the Tushan warriors fiercely.

The other people of the Yellow River tribe also looked very ugly.

Ye Xi smiled slightly, but he didn't expect Putai to be big and three thick, but his eloquence was good, and he didn't need to come forward to solve the matter.

Ye Xi, who was about to go to the back to return to the team, suddenly saw something, his eyes narrowed, and he stopped.

At some point, a Huangzhu tribesman quietly squeezed into the front of the crowd, pretending to be a tribesman who wanted to taste salt.

Then his waist seemed to be pushed and shoved by the people behind him, and he became more and more bent. The water bladder around his waist was tilted, and the mouth of the pot was aimed at the dense salt pots in front of Tushan's booth.

The lid of the water bladder is open! And there was dark brown dried blood at the mouth of the pot!

Ye Xi's eyes froze, he strode forward, and then kicked the water bag with a kick.

The water sac flew out from the waist due to the force, and the blood in it was splashed on the man's face, and the man's head was immediately covered with thick bloodstains.

"What are you doing!" Seeing his own blood being poured on his face, Xi Shang was immediately furious, and asked Ye Xi in a forceful manner.

Ye Xi looked at him coldly, not frightened by his anger: "Your people secretly pour blood into our tribe's salt, what do you think I'm doing!"

If it weren't for his quick reaction, would the blood of such a water bag be poured into the salt, would the salt still be used, not to mention that their salt jars were tightly packed, so there might be more than two or three jars of salt that were contaminated.

At that time, the people of the Huangzhu tribe only need to say that they didn't do it on purpose. I don't know when the lid of the water bag was opened. They painted the mountain because of the rules that no fighting can take place in the trading area. How can they bear it?

"Xi Shang, how dare you yell at him!" Putai, who had reacted, stepped out of the booth and stood in front of Ye Xi furiously, grabbing Qi Shang's collar.

Ye Xi is their shaman disciple of Tu Shan, even if Xi Shang is a second-level warrior of Huang Zhu, he can't lose his temper at their shaman disciple!

Seeing this, several people from the Huangzhu tribe immediately gathered around and aimed their weapons at Putai.

The soldiers who immediately Tushan also picked up their weapons and rushed behind Putai.

Ye Xi pressed his throat behind Putai: "Don't do it, let him go."

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and several Kurosawa warriors wearing the iconic white linen came over with weapons.

The leader of the Kurosawa warrior was burly and imposing, with an irresistible power all over his body. When he saw the confrontation between the two tribes in the field, he immediately shouted: "Put down all the weapons for me!"

The roar shook everyone's ears.

The people of the Black Ze tribe spoke, and the two tribesmen glared at each other, and had to put down their weapons reluctantly.

"What's going on?" the leader asked them coldly.

Qi Shang looked at the leader as if he had seen a savior, his lips were slightly open and he was about to speak, Ye Xi's eyes moved, and he quickly said before Xi Shang: "Sir, I am a disciple of Tu Shan, please allow me to explain to you. Just a moment." After saying that, he bowed slightly and bowed.

Hearing that this little boy turned out to be a shaman disciple, the leader couldn't help but be moved slightly. He became a shaman disciple at such a young age, which shows that he has great potential.

Although Tu Shan was weak, he was still an independent tribe, and Ye Xi, a witch disciple, actually saluted him with such a respectful tone that the leader's anger couldn't help but drop. Although his face was still cold, his tone became Gentle: "You said."

Ye Xi's tone was unhurried but powerful: "Sir, our conflict just now is simple to say - it was all caused by salt. The people of Huang Qi were dissatisfied with our tribe for making salt, so they slandered our salt as fake salt. ."

"Oh? You Tushan made salt?!" The leader was moved.

Ye Xi pointed to the jars of white salt on the booth: "Yes, sir, please take a look, this is the salt we produce from Tushan, because it is as white as snow, so we call it snow salt."

The soldiers of the Heize tribe were all focused on the conflict between the two tribes, but they didn't find anything on the stall. Ye Xi pointed, and they were shocked when they saw Xuehuayan.