ANCIENT WASTELAND

Ch 74 pumpkin

Every year in the wind season, Dahe Tribe will hold a grand trade fair. There are many tribes who come to participate, except for the salt exchange with Dahe Tribe.

Some powerful tribes who are relatively wealthy as a whole can exchange their remaining supplies and hunting prey around Dahe tribes.

Therefore, the trade fair venue is particularly lively, with crowds hustling and looking at each other, a bit like the night market that Jingyu once visited.

But it's much more chaotic than the night market. After all, Dahe Tribe didn't set up a special booth. They just stand wherever it is convenient.

All kinds of animal bones and skins are piled up in a mess, messier than the sacrificial caves that have not been cleaned up, and the stalls of some tribes are still next to each other.

The closer it gets to the inside, the more crowded it gets, and there is no place to stay at all. Jing was still very interested and wanted to go in and stroll around.

Halfway through, he was stopped by the messy ground and the faint smell emanating from it, and he turned to the opposite direction of their tribe.

Ye followed him to protect him. Seeing if he could continue walking in, he turned his head to follow him silently.

The relative number of people and booths on the outside should be smaller, and the air is not so depressing and unpleasant. Jing Yuan leaned on Ye and whispered, "I won't come anymore."

He didn't want to come, and Ye naturally agreed, "I will let Feng and shan bring them in the future, come to Dahe Tribe to exchange salt."

Jing Yuan frowned slightly, "It would be great if salt mines can be found near our tribe, and there is no need to exchange salt with Dahe Tribe. You don't need to be controlled by others, but you can also establish a market in the tribe. The economic center can develop rapidly. There are so many good things in our tribe. There is no need to worry about not developing. If it weren't for the creek near the tribe, it was particularly reliable as a water source. At the beginning I wanted to migrate. Find someone with a salt mine. The location, the development of the settlement of the tribe...Huh, is this a pumpkin?"

Just in front of them, there were two orange cylindrical objects.

The one on the left is short and chubby, a bit like a short log pier, and the one on the right is slightly slender and looks like a cylindrical pillow.

The size is not small, the short and squat one is more than half a meter in diameter, and the pillow-shaped one is about one meter long.

Seeing that they were familiar, Jing Yuan squatted down and touched the round surface with a soft touch.

It is the feeling that the pumpkin is a little bit rotten after it is ripe. If it is really a pumpkin, the rotten starts from the inside, just like the outside.

The inside must have been rotten, and there is no way to eat it again.

After touching the round one, he wanted to look at the cylindrical one, and the stall owner yelled, "Hey, which tribe are you from, don't change it. Don't touch it if you don't. If Tianguo is caught by you What should we do if you touch it, how do we exchange it?!"

Jing smiled and stood up, "You sweet fruit itself has rotted, and the outer layer is good, so you actually took it out for exchange? You did this. It's not kind. There is no reason to replace the spoiled fruit. Which tribe are you from?!" The

stall owner suddenly changed his face and yelled, "Who said that our sweet fruit is broken, you don't just change it. Let go, don't stop us from changing things!" Watching Jingyuan stood still, exchanged glances with the person next to him, and rushed out aggressively with a stone axe, "Are you going to leave?! Get out, don't you? , I will show you how powerful our grass tribe is!"