Chapter 33 (1/2)

”But for the sake of your failure, let's forget it this time. Next time, you Huangbo won't have to come to heize to trade things!”

Qi Shang's teeth cluck, it's not clear whether it's because of anger or fear.

He didn't understand how things turned out to be like this after a while. What did they say just now?

Qi Shang takes the people of the Yellow bottom tribe to leave here.

How could this happen? Why did heize suddenly stand on the side of Tushan? They give them so much good salt every year An idea flashed through my mind like a flash of lightning.

Qi Shang immediately turned his head and looked at Ye Xi, who was surrounded by the crowd in the center.

Is it

In the crowd, ye Xi noticed his sight, glanced at him, and then turned his head without interest as if he had seen a passer-by.

……

Even without the endorsement of the Heze tribe, we can tell the quality of Tushan salt. As the news gradually spread, more and more people bought salt. In the end, it was just like robbing. The whole heize trading area was a sensation.

Soon, all the salt brought from Tushan was sold out.

When the task was finished, ye Xi and his family did not intend to stay any longer. They were ready to go back to the tribe while it was still early.

There are too many goods in exchange for salt. Even if every Tushan soldier carries twice the amount of salt, he still can't take all the things back.

Seeing this, he borrowed three eight legged beetles as coolies for the fire flint tribe, and then he managed to take all the goods with him.

Ye Xi was grateful to Zhu with a smile: ”thank you very much.”

Zhu hehe a smile, straightforward way: ”this is nothing, just a small matter.”

Ye Xizheng wanted to be polite again. At this time, an angry roar came from the corner of the road: ”it's not good to ask you to do something small. What's the use of me to ask you to be a slave?”

Ye Xixun went to fame.

He saw a black Ze soldier shouting abuse and kicking a thin, dirty slave with his feet.

The slave, holding a white linen garment in his hand, kept his head down and kept silent, but was suddenly kicked in the knee. Under the intense pain, he fell to the ground, and the linen clothes in his hands fell to the ground and adhered to the dust.

The black Ze soldier took a look at the linen clothes, and the fire in his heart burned even more: ”you dare to dirty your clothes. Good, good! It seems you don't want to be a slave! ”

Once tattooed, it is rarely allowed to leave slavery.

In this era of cannibalism, the meaning of the words released by the Blackpool warrior in his rage is chilling.

The thin slave limped up from the ground, his head drooped, and his face was not clear.

Ye Xi was acutely aware that the slave's arm was trembling slightly.

Is it fear?

In primitive society, useless slaves were cruelly treated as food. If it was in the Tushan tribe, ye Xi might have come forward to mediate, but the Heze tribe Ye Xi shook his head in his heart, which could only be regarded as the slave's misfortune.

You don't use the language of the wolf's teeth? It's disgusting to be a slave! ”

Langya tribe?!

Ye Xi, who was about to leave, shrank his pupils and looked at the slave in astonishment.