Attrition, disability, returning empty-handed...

Even if the Salt Department of Mingshan did not use hunting as the main way to obtain survival materials, he was not someone who had never seen the world and knew how difficult it was for the outside tribes, especially the small tribes, to survive.

Why can mango and jerky become a common currency? Because of the lack of food, there is a shortage.

People will be hungry if they don’t eat for a day, and they will die if they don’t eat for a few days. Food is always a rigid guarantee that takes precedence over anything else.

But the small Xingyue tribe can easily take out thousands of dried meat in exchange for fur for winter warmth, which means that their tribe has enough food and there is nothing to worry about.

Terrible strength.

Mingshan does not lack this bit of fur, but is it really good to let such a tribe grow?

After a short hesitation, Mingshan knew in frustration that even if he didn't want to let it go, he didn't have any position or means to stop others' development.

Bao Xing and Baodi both praised the tribe. The tribe was established less than half a year ago, and they made a name for themselves in the Snowmelting Valley. Now people talk about this tribe wherever they go. The future will only be brighter.

The Yanbe is not a tribe that is good at fighting, and Naruto knows this, so he not only can't suppress the other party, but he wants to have a good relationship with them.

After making the decision, although Mingshan was still unhappy in his heart, he still insisted on smiling and said, "Don't go out, let our tribe take you to see the goods. There may not be two hundred copies, but one hundred is certainly possible."

He turned back and shouted: "Ahu! ... You come and take the leader of Tianyang and the priest of the moon to see the fur."

Taking advantage of the two of them to turn around, Ming Shan pulled his face down. Unexpectedly, the Moon Sacrifice suddenly turned around. He was shocked and put on a smile again: "What's wrong?"

Rongyue asked meaningfully: "Head of Mingshan, has it been a long time since I did a day listening for the tribe?"

Mingshan was stunned: "Why do you say that?"

Rong Yue smiled mysteriously, making Ming Shan's heart skip a beat... How did he know! ?

The great sacrificial priest of the tribe, also known as his official wife, has been in poor health recently, and has not made a good or bad prediction for the tribe for half a year.

But the Yanbu has been going well for many years, and he has long been accustomed to the usual results. After his wife fell ill, he didn't immediately look for a sacrifice to succeed him... Why did Yue suddenly ask such a question, did he see that the Yanbu would have a catastrophe?

But just looking at it with your eyes, how can you see that a disaster is not a disaster? You must know that using the power of heaven's hearing in sacrifice requires complicated preparations and rigorous rituals!

Rong Yue's random nonsense disturbed Ming Shan's mood. The more panic he was, the happier Rong Yue who casually pitted him.

In order to stop the urge to laugh, he reached out and twisted Tianyang's arm.

Tianyang: "..."

Ah Hu is a handsome young man with a somewhat timid temperament. He was scolded by Ming Shan only in the morning. Although Ming Shan treated him as always after the scolding, he was still very frightened in a short period of time, for fear of making another mistake.

So the time for Rongyue and the others to count the number became extraordinarily long.

Ah Hu did not take them to the camp of the Yanbu, but had people transport the furs and count them one by one. Let Tianyang wait there, Rongyue swayed around twice.

In a flash, he saw Baoshu.

Speaking of which, this is not the first time he has seen Baoshu. This young man is a bit like his brother, but not very similar.

Baodi is more than calm, but lacks determination; Baoxing is charming and naive, but has a tyrannical side. And if you want to give Baoshu a word, Rongyue will choose "confidence". This is a good word, but it can easily become conceited once it is overdone.

Moreover, it seems that Baoshu is sometimes impatient and likes to yell at people, which is very unpleasant to Rongyue.

But it is undeniable that he is more active than Baodi. Several times within the tribe, Rong Yue saw that he was handling it.

This time is no exception.

There seems to be a little dispute about the salt change point, and Baoshu came to hear the news and is mediating.

"I've said it many times, our tribe only accepts jerky, mandarin, fur and coal. Nothing else is accepted, it's useless for you to ask for it!"

"But we really can't sell it... This is the best beeswax. In previous years, we can exchange for jerky. This year, we are late and we can't exchange it..."

"That's your business!" Baoshu's patience is about to run out: "Our tribe's beeswax is enough, really not!"

Rong Yue hid in the crowd to observe.

It was a few young adults in rags, almost all covered in blood and exhausted. It should have just arrived in the Snowmelting Valley not long ago. Obviously, the road was bad luck and was attacked by wild animals.

The young man who was talking to Baoshu had short hair with bristles, and the animal skins were all hooked together. It was almost impossible to cover his body. A long wound on his thigh was exposed, and blood was still oozing.

This kind of wound is not handled well, it is easy to be infected and inflamed, and it is life-threatening here.

Rong Yue instinctively couldn't stand it any longer and stared at them with a frown.

Suddenly, the short-haired youth knelt down with a plop.

"I beg you! Give us a little more salt! Our tribe has been out of salt for two months, and several people have died... If we can't change the salt this time, we will change it all next year... It's okay to change less. , the beeswax we brought could have been replaced by five bags, you give me four bags... no, three bags will do!"

"I beg you! I beg you!" Others also knelt down and fell down, and some were out of breath from crying.

Beeswax is not the most important material, it is mainly used to maintain wooden tools, and it is not practical in winter. Many tribes will change a little if necessary, but not more.

If this tribe arrived on the first day, it would not have the current predicament, but this is already the third day.

Baoshu hesitated.

Not a hard-hearted person, it is difficult to resist such a miserable prayer, but Baoshu's position is the salt department, and he has his rules to abide by. At this time, it depends on how to choose.

"Although we really don't need beeswax, but..."