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Yan Hua didn’t grind with Chen Ping for too long. After confirming that he would attend the evening banquet, he smiled and asked Yan Jin to take him down to rest.

Chen Ping’s room is arranged next to Yue Ying.

In the same cave, it’s just that Yue Ying always has a mother next to follow closely to take care of it.

The mother specially arranged by the Salt Cave tribe to take care of the wounded is much more professional than his half-hearted, so that Chen Ping has no reason to intervene to help Yue Ying well apart from being able to inspect the wound by Yue Ying’s bed. Check your body.

This made him a little bit gratified, but also a little bit sad for outsiders.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and the genius became dark, so Yan Jin ran over and invited him to a banquet.

The banquet hall is in many workshops.

Oil lamps filled with oil filled the inside and outside of the workshop, illuminating the entire core area of ​​the Salt Cave tribe brightly lit, and the slightly orange light added a touch of unique night flavor to the dinner.

The well-connected workshop can accommodate the entire tribe.

The workbench in the workshop can be used as a dining table without any arrangement.

As for the tablecloth? The people of Salt Cave are not rich enough to be so extravagant.

The Salt Cave people busy setting up at the tables kept happy laughter and cheerful voices.

For the children of the tribe, the banquet is a rare event. Normally, there are no entertainment activities for them to enjoy tonight under the lights.

And their hilarious sound is the BGM of the entire banquet, adding a lot of innocent joy to the banquet.

Chen Ping, who just walked out of the house, saw all this, and couldn’t help but feel that Primitive Tribe was born.

This feeling lasted only one second, and his attention was attracted by the huge smell of meat.

Chen Ping, who hadn’t smelled a bit of meat for more than ten days, looked like a faucet under his tongue. No matter how he swallowed, he couldn’t stop the saliva flowing upwards.

He scorched like a fire and followed Yan Jin to the biggest workshop. Before he entered the workshop, he was shocked by a huge pig’s head in the middle of the workshop.

There is a two-meter-high pig’s head standing in the middle of the workshop, and four slanting moon-like fangs pierce the dome of the house.

Around the pig’s head are four fires and a dozen women roasting meat.

The plump and white pork belly is strung into a thick stack, each piece has a wide palm, turning under the woman’s hand, zi zi spitting oil.

From time to time, oil droplets fell into the fire and burst into flames.

“Strict…see…” Chen Ping opened his mouth, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

He sucked it back, wiped the corners of his mouth, and found that Yan Jin didn’t laugh at him, and continued nonchalantly: “Brother Yan, you hunted this pig?”

Morning When we first met, Yan Jin told Chen Ping that he was the headhunter of the Salt Cave tribe and was in charge of ordinary military affairs.

So the question of Chen Ping is not abrupt.

Yan Jin shook the head, replied: “Such a large demonic beast, we can’t deal with it. This is the food delivered by Divine Witch Clan this year for us to spend during the Salt Festival.”

“But the clan elders think that welcoming your banquet is more important, so let us open this pig demon.”

demonic beast? Chen Ping muttered in his heart.

Isn’t the monster recorded in the diary of No. 1 the same thing as this demonic beast?

“That’s a big pig, you can’t finish it until the salt festival.”

Chen Ping laughed, without asking the question about monsters.

This question may be well known common sense. If he doesn’t even know this, the identity of the Blue Star will inevitably be questioned.

Just three days after the opening of the Salt Festival, a pig of this size has a few thousand catties of meat. Although the population of the Salt Cave tribe, although Chen Ping has not accurately counted the number of workshops, And the scale he judged that this number is about one thousand.

Among them, most of them are elderly, children and women.

According to Chen Ping’s estimation, this pig will not be a problem to eat for three days.

Without waiting for Yan Jin to reply, the elders in the house have seen Chen Ping come and stood up in the first seat and announced loudly: “We have invited guests from the Salt Cave tribe, from Blue Star Tribe Master Chen Ping is here!”

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Chen Ping followed the lead of Yan Jin and walked into the house.

The space in this largest workshop is close to the size of a basketball court.

All of you present here are the elites of the Salt Cave tribe.

In full view, Chen Ping was also a little nervous.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as letting him speak.

After he took his seat, the clan elder announced: “Master Chen Ping has brought us a crop called watermelon. If it can be successfully planted in the future, it will become another pillar of our Salt Cave tribe. .”

“Let’s raise our glasses together, to Master Chen Ping!”

With the announcement of the clan elder, Chen Ping suddenly felt these elites of the Salt Cave tribe looked towards His eyes were filled with surprise and respect.

But he doesn’t catch a cold.

On the contrary, he still feels unhappy.

So far, although he has introduced watermelons to several leaders of the Salt Cave tribe, he has not formally agreed to teach the watermelon planting techniques to the Salt Cave tribe. Therefore, Yan Hua publicly announced that some of him The meaning of kidnapping.

However, the clan elder didn’t say anything too hard, only saying’if it can be tried to plant successfully’, leaving room for follow-up.

Chen Ping guessed that if he challenged him with this, he would definitely explain these words just to encourage clansman.

This distraction of Yan Hua is not difficult to understand. Chen Ping thought through it after a little thought, and felt a little grudge in his heart.

But this is nothing compared to the days he spent on the dust.

He doesn’t really care about the method of watermelon planting, and he is not sure if he can actually grow watermelon on dust without using Immortal Spirit Soil.

When the time comes, if it really doesn’t work, even help Yan Hua fill in the hole he dug today.

Chen Ping looked towards Yan Hua, the two of them looked towards Yan Hua and smiled, toasted and drank together, the host and guest were suitable.

The barbecue is on the table, and the banquet quickly enters a state of entertainment.

The fire was moved away, and a group of girls from the Salt Cave tribe sang and danced around huge wild boar heads in dresses with minimal cloth.

It is wild and enchanting, and the whole banquet hall is filled with a kind of primordial atmosphere in an instant.

A similar scene of Chen Ping has only been seen on TV. When he really appeared in front of him, especially those girls who act coquettishly sexy bearing and charming temperament looked at him with water in their eyes. .

It’s so special!

Chen Ping only feels that he can’t get through with a pair of eyes.

No wonder the rich are so keen on partying!

An endless stream of people came to toast him.

Even if he only had a sip for everyone, he still drank quite a bit after a lap.

At the end of the drink, Chen Ping was taken back to the residence by two dancing girls.

Wenxiang Nephrite is in his arms, and he is a little bit diligent along the way.

Although Chen Ping was dizzy and eyes blurred, Chen Ping’s brain was still awake.

He knew that most of these two girls were also arranged by Yan Hua.

As for the purpose, it is natural to tie him to the Salt Cave tribe.

With this care, coupled with his own wishful thinking “daughter-in-law” lying next door to recuperate, Chen Ping, who returned to the house, finally reluctantly took care of the two tender girls Drove out.