Five days later.

There was constant roar at the top of the mountain above the Xia Tribe Valley. Various stone tools hit the stones, and rocks kept splashing and rolling. One by one, the strong men were naked, waved the weapons in their hands and smashed them at the stones under their feet.

Smash and smash.

I smashed it.

The patriarch gave the order, smash the stones wherever they are high, and there is no need to worry about stumbling around the stones.

As the rocks splashed, the raised stones were shattered, and then a woman carried the bamboo basket, packed the gravel, and poured it towards the entrance of the valley below.

On the west side of the mountain, some tribesmen also cut down trees and flattened the gentle slope of the mountain. Every few meters of drop, they would go down a step. Each level of flatness varies in size. In general, the more flat the lower the place, the slightly larger it is.

The mined stones were carved into stone strips by people with stone soldiers, and then someone turned to the top of the mountain. As for the smaller stones, they were built on the edge of the terraced fields and the ridges of the ridges.

"Get up and let me do it."

The huge hand grabbed a two-meter-long feldstone strip, and landed it on the shoulder. The other hand grabbed another one and placed it on the shoulder. The totem warrior should at least force a thousand pounds, so a few stone strips were naturally no problem.

clang clang clang.

Eight feldspars were carried on their shoulders by giants, and they walked along the winding mountain road that was opened up toward the top of the mountain.

...

In the valley, Xia Tuo looked at the two old men in front of him with a smile, from the Qianshan tribe.

In the past few days, he has successively taken four tribes to exchange salt, and today this is the fifth one.

Whether the tribe members are willing or not or not, the new tribe land has started construction, building houses and opening terraces, and the tribe members will naturally take action together.

Besides, men and women on the wild land have no spoiled style, and they are all meant to carry shoulders and carry them on their shoulders.

In contrast, he, the patriarch, became the leader of the small tribe from this mountainous land.

The two of them carried the animal skins that had been hunted by the tribe, crossing mountains and ridges to come for some salt. Unexpectedly, the Lu tribe actually changed people.

"The animal skins brought by the two are indeed not very good."

Xia Tuo said out loud. The skins in the two vine baskets in front of him were dim and dried blood. The fur was sticking together, just ordinary skins.

As he said, the two old men's faces dimmed.

This is the best thing they can do. The tribe lives hard, and the two tribes have to get together, even so they can only barely survive.

"Come."

The expressions of the two old men changed, both in Xia Tuo's eyes, and he shouted to the outside of the cave.

A teenager heard the shout and ran in with a stone jar in his arms, put the jar in front of Xia Tuo, and respectfully called the clan leader and retreated.

"This is Yijun salt."

Xia Tuo pushed the stone jar to the two of them and signaled them to open it and take a look.

Click.

"this……"

At Xia Tuo's instructions, Qian stretched out his hand to open the jar, and was stunned, not only the mountain beside him was also stunned.

A full can of salt, and the grains were shining with green light, and half of the can of gravel was not there in imagination.

"Is this for us?"

Shan said in disbelief.

"certainly."

Xia Tuo nodded and continued, "How can I destroy my own business by doing a transaction in Xia tribe? This time, the two were frightened. This jar of green salt is considered to apologize to both of them."

“That’s too much.”

The former old man was dull for a long time and said, in the past, they could only exchange one-third of the salt in the can of this jar, and more than half of the soil had to be mixed into it.

Xia Tuo's move really scared the two of them.

This is too bright.

He was really exploited by the Lu tribe so fiercely that the two old men didn't know what to say for a while, and their aura was ups and downs in their hearts and it was difficult to control themselves.

"If you have any need in the tribe in the future, you can come to my Xia tribe to exchange things."

He smiled and said to the two old men in front of him that he didn't care about the identities of the two old men, but was concerned about the impact of replacing the Lu tribe on this mountainous land as soon as possible.

The Lu tribe is powerful in the image of this mountain, so he is here to show his grace.

"Armor, weapons, bows and crossbows, can be exchanged as long as you need it."

"It's really possible."

The former old man showed disbelief. When they entered the valley, they saw a team of people from the Xia tribe wearing armor with similar standards, carrying bows and crossbows on their backs, holding stone soldiers in their hands, and a evil aura rushed towards them.

"good."

Xia Tuo nodded and said, "But it is not easy to make armor, bows and crossbows, and it requires a lot of bones, skins and even wood. So if you want to exchange armor and crossbows, the cost will be greater."

"but."

Just when the two old men's expressions were dimming again, Xia Tuo's voice pulled back their expressions again.

"I am interested in various ores, ruins, herbs, and even some strange things. If the two of them can be brought over, it will arouse my interest, such as bows, crossbows, armor, and salt."

"real?"

"Um."

The sudden expression of Xia Tuo suddenly became sharp and said, "Of course, although I like these things, I can't use any stone to deceive me. Even if I can speak, the totem warriors in the tribe will not give up."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

When the two old men were about to leave after restraining their salt, Xia Tuo's voice came from behind.

"In three months, my tribe is preparing to start a barter market. You can come and see if there is any need."

“Market?”

"If you meet people from other tribes, please let me know."

With doubts, Shanheqian left the Xia tribe.

"Class leader, do you want to give them so much salt?"

The elder walked in, looked at the jar placed in the vine basket of old man Shan, and then looked at the broken animal skin under his feet, and said with some distress.

Xia Tuo did not answer, but instead changed his voice and asked, "How is the top of the mountain?"

Speaking of the serious matter, Elder Zhi felt sorry for the can of salt without caring about it and replied: "The top of the mountain is already flat, and with Hong and others of the totem warriors, it will be easy to flatten out."

"Well, build the house as soon as possible, and you can fiddle with terraces and other things later."

Speaking of this, Xia Tuo remembered again and said, "Has the water truck been made?"

Without waiting for the Great Elder to answer, he had already stood up and walked out.

"Go and go and have a look."

At the corner of the valley where the salt mines lead, a spring gurgles, forming a pool of more than ten square meters, which is built with bluestone.

At this moment, in the pool, a water tank stands upwards. The sink is made of green bamboo as thick as a complete bucket, split from the middle and hollowed out the bamboo joints.

In the sink, the small bamboo tubes at each section are connected by animal leather ropes and turned into tracks, reaching thirty meters above the cliff.

In addition to a canal thirty meters away from the cliff, the huge wheel of the water truck was embedded in the canal.

There is another water truck in this canal, which is more than twenty meters high, lifting the water to a high of more than twenty meters again, and then leading the water to the top of the mountain one after another.

Here, Xia Tuo saw a person who shouldn't have been here, Wu.

According to past habits, witches should be comprehending witchcraft that they have never understood thoroughly, especially after obtaining the original witch record left by the witches of the Lu tribe, they should be buried in the cave and not coming out.

Wu stood in the opened canal on a cliff dozens of meters high, with his shriveled fingers groping on the huge water wheel. Xia Tuo grabbed the vines hanging on the cliff and came to Wu.

"Witch, you...I...Damn."

Xia Tuo, who was about to make a sound, suddenly screamed.

He patted his head and muttered helplessly: "I forgot that this is a fantasy world."

Wu ignored Xia Tuo, and his fingers outlined patterns on the huge water wheel. Mysterious patterns flashed, like winding pythons, and then flashed into the depths of the water wheel.

Soon, Xia Tuo saw that in the empty canal, the huge water truck got up automatically without water.

"I'm fucking..."

After rubbing his face, he licked his face and said to the witch, "You always see how I learn witchcraft from you."

"You can't."

Wu gave him a proud look and then smiled. You are also defeated.

"This time I got the Witch Record of the Lu Tribe Witch. He was a spell branded with magic spells and a spell branded with witch soldiers. Unexpectedly, I had been chasing the decades of witchcraft path, and I found my own way when I was old for nearly a hundred years."

"What?"
To be continued...