Everyone praised the sculptor's skill, but unfortunately no one bought it, after all, it was useless.

Rong Yue, on the other hand, squatted down and turned over, and then asked the stall owner if he carved it himself.

The stall owner said heartily: "How can I have such a skill? It was carved by an old grandma from our tribe. She has a good hand... Unfortunately, she is old and can't get enough to eat all day, so she can only make some gadgets for me to sell and sell. Look, if I can get some jerky, I might be able to survive the winter."

Rong Yue listened, looked at the ingenious little bone flower, and paid fifty pieces of jerky to the stall owner: "I want it. Ten of these jerky are yours, and the rest are for that grandma. Don't be greedy."

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, then nodded again and again: "Hey, I thank you for the old grandma!"

Throwing the sheep's head flower arrangement into Tianyang's arms and continuing to stroll, Rongyue found that all kinds of animal horns are very popular.

In addition to the corner comb, there are also corner fans, corner spoons, cups, beads and so on. These daily necessities and wearable accessories can be sold at good prices.

Rong Yue's eyes swept over these things, and as she walked, she saw a stall in front of her surrounded by many people. He squeezed in curiously.

"I am the horn of a divine ox!" A strong man patted his chest and said, "The divine ox is huge, as tall as a tree, I wasted a lot of strength, and I fought with it for three days and three nights, and finally the divine ox was exhausted. It's time to hunt it down! This is the horn of the god that was cut off!"

Rong Yue followed his guidance and saw that there was a complete animal horn on the stall. It is stout, slightly flat, and gray-brown. The outer texture goes up in circles, the middle section bends forward, and finally a rounded point is harvested. There is close to one person tall.

The stall owner next to him laughed and said, "Pull it down! How big is the horn of a sacred cow as tall as a tree?"

"it is true!"

"Hey, I'm so weird!" The owner of the stall next door was a little thinner, and pointed to the things on his stall to introduce to everyone: "I am the tail feather of a divine bird! Look at it, fiery red, such a beautiful color and Lustrous, but I smothered it when the divine bird was alive! This will ensure that the color is fresh and not fading! Do you know how big the divine bird is?

The fiery red tail feathers were indeed very long, and the thin stall owner erected the feathers, and just one person was taller.

The two stall owners said nothing, and quickly gathered more onlookers.

The two of them were arguing, and together they said, "Tell me! Is it better for the horns of the gods or the tail feathers of the gods!?"

These two are prey that can be met but not sought after, and generally no one has seen them, so everyone is good at coaxing.

But Rong Yue asked, "Can I touch it?"

His voice was very nice, with conspicuous white hair, and wearing a sacrificial robe, he attracted everyone's attention as soon as he made a sound.

The two stall owners saw their eyes go straight, and both said, "If you can touch it, don't break it."

So Rong Yue squatted down, first closed her eyes and touched the horns, then Toba, stood up and said, "The horns are real, and the feathers are fake."

The skinny stall owner glared: "Fart! I'm the tail feather of a divine bird, what do you know!? Be careful if you talk nonsense, I'll beat you!"

Rong Yue calmly said, "First of all, this bird feather is definitely not something you hunted for. Look at the edge of the hair root, it is yellow and dry, and the front end is also closed. It should be a big bird that fell off naturally and was picked up by you."

He glanced at the stall owner with pity: "Also, you dyed the color of these feathers with flower juice, right?" Rong Yue opened her hand and motioned everyone to look at his fingertips: "It's all faded. "

Good or bad a liar!

The onlookers were angry, and you quickly drove people away with every word, and the stall owner of Shenniujiao said excitedly: "Little brother, you really know how to watch! Do you want my horns? It's cheaper for you. , 500 pieces of jerky, that's all!"

Five hundred!

The scene was quiet.

Even if this horn is indeed very rare, five hundred is too much. Unless it is the leader or elder of the tribe, very few people can come up with so much jerky, and it is this kind of thing that is actually not very useful.

Rong Yue didn't need it either. Just as he was about to refuse, someone else came to rob him.

"I want these horns, this brother is accommodating, I am willing to pay six hundred."

The voice of the visitor is deep and deep, there are many ornaments on the body, and the clothes are complicated, and he looks like a leader-level figure. After the land subsidence this year, many tribes were not doing well. Most of the glorious leaders in previous years were not very happy this year. But this one still looks very pompous, and there are a few tall and strong sons behind him.

Someone recognized him and whispered, "It's the leader of the Sentie tribe."

In previous years, the Sentie and Gangshan tribes were the envy of many small tribes.

But this year, the Gangshan tribe was really unlucky. The leaders competed against each other. The Gangshan leader was still disgraced by his daughter, and the Sentie leader had already started throwing money to buy luxury goods.

Rong Yue also recognized it, because Sen Qiang, who he had seen before, was also behind the leader of Sen Tie.

Na Senqiang still remembered Rong Yue's white hair, and said excitedly at this moment: "Isn't this a little sacrifice from Gangshan? Why are you here? You also want to buy this horn?"

Rong Yue looked at them, suddenly changed her attention, smiled sweetly and said: "Yes, I bought it. I can afford it for six hundred." He turned to ask the stall owner: "You said, I still sell the same jerky to me. sell him?"

The stall owner looked at the bloody aura of the leader of Sen Tie, and at Rong Yue, who was white and beautiful, and swayed from side to side in embarrassment.

Rong Yue was slightly disappointed, and the smile on her face faded: "I can also produce more."

"No, no, that's not what I meant!" The stall owner hurriedly explained, "I'll charge you five hundred and sell it to you. I'll sell it now!" After that, he wrapped the horns around the horns with the linen.

——The guilt that Rong Yue’s expression gave him just now was too terrifying!

The head of Sentie's face was extremely bad.

Where did this beautiful white-haired priest come from, and he dared to snatch something from him?