But when he asked this question, Rong Yue smiled.

"You are compared with tomatoes? Hahahaha, how can things be compared with people."

Rong Yue reached out and patted him: "Of course you are more important."

...

I don't know if this sentence comforted Tian Yang, or if prayer really had an inhibitory effect on the black lines. In the past two days, the black lines did not grow at all.

Rong Yue is very happy! No need to rush to Hoshino!

The sky is clear, the tomatoes are ripe, and the mandarin seedlings have grown taller.

It's time to make some sauce, and then go to the salt department to get some people, preferably some smart artisans!

Picked dozens of the biggest and reddest tomatoes, cut them open, and seeded them well, and planted them. The tomato field has finally begun to take shape.

Rong Yue waited for the seeds to grow strong, and took Xiao Jiangliu and Tianyang to the Yanbu with the brothers on the riverside and Xishang.

There is a considerable distance between the Yanbu and the Xingyue tribe. If there is no one to lead the way, there will be nowhere to look for a while.

Thinking about it this way, it is all thanks to Bao Xing.

The bald-headed brothers had just walked this road. They were very familiar. There were no surprises and dangers along the way. They ate well and slept well. After more than 20 days, they stood on a cliff with the salt department in front of them.

The entire salt department is located in a valley.

The valley is tall and long, like a hook, and the two ends of the hook are where the salt mines are located. A semi-exposed salt mine with holes at both ends that goes deep below the ground. There are also large white crystals on the ground outside the cave. Many people are smashing their bodies and hitting the hard ground with stone picks.

The shoveled blocks of rock salt were placed in wooden baskets piece by piece and hung on ropes, and someone would pull them away.

Rong Yuecai had been harmed by the heavy rain before, and she was stunned: "If they are like this, what if it rains?"

Xishang said: "Anyway, it's a depression. After the rain stops and it dries, it's a salt brick again."

Rong Yue: "..."

These people's feet are on rock salt, and they are dried in the sun after it rains. Isn't it like washing their feet with water and mixing salt bricks?

It seems that the next time they get the salt, they must dry it for a second time and cannot eat it directly!

...

Because people often come and go, there is a winding path on the edge of the cliff leading to the entrance to the salt part in the depression.

Seeing that there were guards at the door, Rong Yue thought about it and made some disguises for everyone.

They want to come in and steal people, but they can't make it too conspicuous.

Needless to say, I have white hair, and the bald brother's head is sparkling and quite conspicuous.

Tian Yang temporarily braided three simple straw hats with the grass on the side of the road, Rong Yue twisted her hair up, wiped a little ash on her face, and a group of five walked towards the guard.

The guard showed a clear vigilance.

"Where are you from?"

"?" Rong Yue wondered whether our disguise was not good, and smiled: "We are from a small tribe on the other side of Xingyue Lake, and we brought some goods in exchange for salt."

There is a special salt exchange point in the salt department, and the small tribes nearby will come to change the salt when they run out of salt. This is normal.

Although the two guards hadn't heard where Xingyue Lake was, they saw that the boxes on their backs were indeed food, so they let them in.

Before noon, when the market was lively, Rong Yue couldn't wait to see the "Moving Wood Rabbit".

There are really more people in Yanbu than in Gangshan tribe. And because they are active outside, they appear more active.

There were always a lot of people crowded in front of the food-changing stall, and Rong Yue managed to get past it. After walking for half an hour to the other side of the market, she didn't see the wooden rabbit.

"Where's the little rabbit?" He turned around, disappointed.

No one answered him.

Rong Yue turned around and found a small stall selling wooden spoons and barrels: "Does your family sell wooden rabbits?"

The attitude of the stall owner was not very good: "Why are you carving that thing?"

"...Then do you know who sells it?"

"do not know!"

An elderly grandma next to her said, "Hey, the old wood did this before, and it still moves."

"!" Rong Yue said happily: "Then what about him now?"

The grandmother was startled when she saw a tall warrior appearing behind Rong Yue, and swallowed the words back in her stomach.

Rong Yue looked back strangely, then looked at the old grandmother, thinking that Tian Yang was blocking the light: "Quick, squat down."

Tian Yang squatted down obediently.

Grandma: "..."

The old grandmother sighed: "Old Wood is very bitter. He offends people, and he is about to die. He can only make useless little things and make fun of the little brat."

She said three sighs: "A few days ago, he sold a small wood carving, and the family doesn't want it anymore. Come back to him and want to change it back."

"How can the old wood be willing, after a few quarrels, the man accidentally smashed the wood carving, and happened to hit the little wood's eyes..."

Rong Yue: "What is Little Wood?"

The old grandmother said, "His little brat."

Rong Yue: You guys are really easy to name.

The old grandma slowly took out a cloth bag from the back: "He takes care of the cubs at home, and there are some small wooden carvings left that have not been sold, let me sell them here... If you want, a small bag of twisters, or a piece of Jerky, buy me a basket with it."

Rong Yue: "..."

Rong Yue supported the old grandma who was a genius in the business enlightenment period, and paid the bear meat jerky.

Then, following her guidance, he came to the old wooden house.

There is no shortage of stones in the salt department, and all houses are stone houses.

The previous slump didn't seem to have much impact on this place. Rong Yue knocked on the door, and it took a long time to hear the sound of Old Wood's door opening.

Rong Yue looked at the thin middle-aged man in front of her, her eyes were cloudy, her breathing was short, and her steps were vain.

When the people of the Xingyue Tribe were rescued from the bottom of the valley, it seemed like this.

But those people have nowhere to find food. This old man lives in such a large tribe, and they are all people. Does he really want to starve to death?