Primitive Once Again

Winter fruit is a naturally salty fruit, but it would be nice if it could be saltier——

If only I could find salt.

With salt, you can pickle pickles~

Chewing the horned mutton, Meng Jiuzhao remembered the same question for the nth time as always.

In the history of the ancient earth, it was vaguely introduced that salt can be boiled with sea water. It seems that salt can also be found in some special landforms——

Meng Jiuzhao decided to continue walking a little further tomorrow, maybe he could find the salt after walking a little further.

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Haru lost his flock, and he was very unaccustomed to herding life. At this time, Haru remembered the sweater jī he had seen that time, and a flash of inspiration made Haru decide to keep a jī.

Raise your body well, not only can you eat meat, but you can also eat eggs!

Haru quickly caught a few puppies and raised them in full swing. The fly in the ointment was a litter of female puppies. If he wanted to give birth to more puppies, he had to catch another male puppies.

For some reason, he remembered the sweater he saw that day.

The sweater is so eye-catching, it's really unforgettable at first sight, and you can't forget it if you want to forget it. That jī was very big, much bigger than the average jī! Compared with the miscellaneous-haired female he caught, that one's fur was smooth and much more colorful, and there was a tall crown on its head, so it must be a strong male.

I don't know what happened to that jī afterward—

Carefully watching over the mothers who were pacing around picking up grass seeds to eat, Hamm habitually glanced around with his peripheral vision. It doesn't matter, what did he see? The sweater jī that was still in his mind just now actually appeared again!

That jī was squatting in the grass over there, not knowing what he was doing.

Haru approached it cautiously, the guy was extremely vigilant! Haru was discovered when he was ten meters away!

Very good! Such a vigilant personality is exactly the leader he needs!

Haru wanted it more and more.

hey man~ remember me? ' Haru bent down and whispered.

The other party did not step back, but tilted his head, as if to distinguish who he was. Seeing this reaction, Haru felt a little relieved, grabbed a mother jī from the side, and carefully touched it in front of him.

Like it? They are all yours if you like. "

In order to show sincerity, Haru threw the mother jī towards the other side. The mother struggled twice in the air for unknown reasons, and then slammed heavily in front of the sweater.

This jī in a sweater is undoubtedly the cub of the Black family - Louis.

Meng Jiuzhao was looking for things not far away, so he ran to the side of the toilet to use the toilet, but just before he had time to cover the soil, someone came next to him.

The man also took a jī and asked him if he liked eating jī (now these Kantas have learned how to distinguish between jī and kantas cubs==///).

Does the answer need to be said?

As a growing cub, Louie never let go of meat to his mouth.

Although his mouth looks small at ordinary times, Louis's mouth is very large when it is fully open. If his eyes are good enough, he can clearly see the small fangs all over it when he opens and closes his mouth. Meng Jiuzhao once tried to play the game of catching a Frisbee with him. It was a Frisbee made from the shoulder blades of a horned bull. It was very hard. Meng Jiuzhao threw it out with great interest, and Louis chased after him.

Kachi——

When Meng Jiuzhao didn't see Louis for a long time, when he came back to look for it, what he saw was a Frisbee that was bitten by Louis with too much force.

Even hard bones can be crushed, not to mention a mere mother.

Louis happily bit off the neck of the jī. The action is fast, it can be called a spike!

Haru's face turned ashen.

He rushed over quickly, but how could Louis, who was agile, be caught by him? So Haru, who fluttered empty, had to fall on Louis' original position, next to his poo...

Haru recognized the shape he had seen at a glance, his nose shrugged slightly, and he immediately smelled the smell that he would never forget!

Original, come, you, just, yes, steal, sheep, thief—”

The vicious words came out from Haru's teeth. Before he could finish his words, he had already bounced out in the direction that Louis landed. When he was still in the air, he quickly turned into a prototype. The prototype Haru was even more agile. The speed catches up with Louis!

Therefore, Meng Jiuzhao was fortunate to see the image portrayal of the idiom "jī flying dog jumping".

I saw Louis Xiaoji striding in front with a dead dog in his mouth, chasing a black and white flower... a border collie? !

How can there be such a thing as a sheepdog in this place? !

Just when Meng Jiuzhao was stunned and froze in place, the females who were squatting beside him collecting fruit rushed out with glowing eyes. After a scuffle, the poor shepherd was layered on the bottom.

Hey-" Dogs are good friends of human beings, eating dog meat is not good!

Before Meng Jiuzhao's words of persuasion could be said, the dog

Transformed into a human form, and then one by one grabbed away the cubs hanging from him.

So Meng Jiuzhao first saw humans outside the Vash tribe under such embarrassing circumstances.

Sheepdog-kun, who claims to be from the cinnamon continent, didn't come here to make good neighborly relations between the two sides, he came to collect debts (= _ =).

Chapter 69 The role of salt

The sweater, the lion, and the tiger—the three I met that day are all here now. It turns out that they were not the poor weaklings who were being hunted down at all, but the perpetrators who took the lead in chasing down their own horned sheep!

That sweater sneakingly followed him to the tribe was definitely not because he was rescued so he had feelings or something, but simply clicked on his remaining five-headed sheep.

Haru's mind suddenly brightened.

So, when he looked at Meng Jiuzhao again, his expression became very serious.

This jī you raised, that lion, and that tiger over there, ate me in the past few days..." Halfway through, Haru carefully counted in his heart, and finally reported the amount of compensation. , I ate forty sheep in total, and you can decide how much to pay."

Meng Jiuzhao suddenly thought of the stupid horned sheep from a while ago!

I said, how come you get caught every day and don't change your place to eat grass~ Feelings are raised by others!

but--

I'm sorry, I didn't know you raised the flock of horned sheep. "Meng Jiuzhao first said modesty. Then he started to compliment each other, the horned sheep you raised are really fat~ Every horned sheep is delicious!"

Finally, he began to bargain, but according to my calculations, we ate a total of 28 horned sheep in the past few days, definitely not 40. "

ah? "Haru felt guilty, more than ten fingers plus ten toes was an astronomical number for him, so much so that he never knew how many sheep he had in total.

Moreover, four of the horned sheep we have caught are very old horned cattle, and the meat is a bit old, so it is two horned sheep at a discount! There are also three small horned sheep that are a few months old. All three of them are not as big as the butt of an adult horned sheep. This can only be regarded as half a horned sheep. Therefore, we can count as 23 and 1/2 of you at most. A horned sheep. "

As soon as Meng Jiuzhao finished speaking, there were already mosquito coils in Haru's eyes.

He can't figure it out!

For the time being, let's pay according to the figures you said. "Don't dare to underestimate the other party, Haru replied cautiously.

What is the general price of your horn sheep? "Since the other party already has the concept of compensation, it means that some people have realized the benefits of jiāo exchange? Will they already have the concept of money? Meng Jiuzhao is a little curious and a little worried. After all, the Washi tribe is very obvious. It is still in a very primitive primitive society, and now other primitive tribes have been discovered. Other tribes have already begun to keep prey in captivity. The Vash tribe is still hunting hard, will it have fallen behind a lot in productivity?

Ten horned sheep can be exchanged for a salt stone. "Halu's honest jiāo replaced the price offered to him by other tribes.

This time, the one who was stunned became Meng Jiuzhao!

Salt!

Was he talking about the salt he'd been looking for?

Are you talking about salt that is used in food to make it more delicious? "Meng Jiuzhao felt that he had to confirm it carefully.

"..." Haru was silent: the salt stones that their tribe bought in exchange for licking every few days would be a very happy thing, cooking with salt stones is too, too extravagant!

As expected of the rich second generation of the tribe who can buy a few fruits and get rid of a few salt stones!

Just give me two salt stones. "Haru offered his own change of conditions, and from the moment he saw Meng Jiuzhao, he noticed the salt slate in the other party's bag.

Isn't he afraid of being robbed when he comes out to pick a fruit with such a bag of salt rocks?

Haru's line of sight was too direct, and Meng Jiuzhao quickly followed his line of sight to the...notes in the bag he was carrying with him?

and many more! It's not what he imagined...

Is this... two dollars enough? Meng Jiuzhao tentatively took out two slates.

Haru's face immediately showed an irresistible joy, if he was still the prototype, others would definitely be able to see his tail wagging behind his ass!

He happily took the slate handed over by Meng Jiuzhao, checked it carefully, and then his expression suddenly changed.

you wait for me! "He ran away as soon as he dropped those words—

ah? "Meng Jiuzhao was dumbfounded. Could it be that he was wrong? Was his slate really not a salt stone? The other party's tone just now was that he was dissatisfied with his compensation, so he went back and called for a beating?

Is it better for him, he still run?

Just when Meng Jiuzhao decided to run away with the fruit, Haru ran back quickly. He came back from the prototype, a shepherd dog running happily in the grass or something... It looks so beautiful

it is good.

For a long time, Meng Jiuzhao, who was forced to watch lions, tigers or dinosaurs running in the grass every day, was deeply moved by the peaceful scene in front of him.