It was confirmed that there was no dead person, and the eyes of the group of people fell on the Armadillo King again.

This is a mutated beast. Its body length alone reaches more than three meters, and it must weigh at least four or five hundred kilograms!

"How much meat does this have to be? It's enough for our tribe members to eat for several days!" Wu Dian's eyes were almost shining.

"Did you know how to eat it? This armadillo is full of good things. Not only is the meat tender, but the scales on the body are also good things. It can not only be ground into powder as a hemostatic agent, but it can also be used to make armor. When faced with other strange beasts, our casualties will definitely be greatly reduced!" Mo Chi cursed with a smile.

"Yes, this time it's a great harvest. After returning, the clan leader and his friends' chins were shocked! Hahaha!" Ling Yu laughed happily.

At the end of my laughter, it seemed to involve the wound, and it was so painful that it kept getting cold.

After taking a break, after the tribe members brought the large number of small armadillo bodies scattered around, Mo Chi said, "Okay, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. There has been such a strong battle and so many blood stains. It's hard to guarantee that other strange beasts will not attract us. We have to leave quickly!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene suddenly looked shaking. No one dared to continue joking. Everyone hurriedly got up and began to clean up the armadillos.

After counting, there were as many as ninety-three armadillos killed by everyone. If the armadillos king was included, there would be ninety-four armadillos.

Fortunately, these armadillos are not big in size, and each tribe is fighting against three or four, and it is still not a big problem to bring all the prey back.

However, the problem came in a blink of an eye. The passage when everyone came in was actually very narrow. It was easy to say that those little armadillos could still be pulled out, but the armadillo king could not get it out.

In the end, there was no choice. Mo Chi urgently sent four tribesmen to the direction where the armadillos rushed out and checked. Sure enough, he found other passages leading out of the outside. Everyone followed the new passage and then walked out.

Although it took half an hour to delay, it was fine along the way. It was not until nearly two hours later that a group of people returned to the tribe.

When Chen Yuan and others placed the bodies of more than 90 armadillos in front of the tribe members, all the tribe members were in a state of excitement.

The patriarch smiled and couldn't speak for a long time.

Chen Yuan stood in the crowd, his eyes swept across all the tribesmen one by one, and his face couldn't help but smile.

Although many of them were injured this time, the harvest this time was also huge. If the corpses of these armadillos were converted into meat, they would probably be at least three or four thousand kilograms. Even hundreds of people from the entire Tushan tribe could eat these meat for half a month.

It was also at this moment that Chen Yuan saw that all the tribe members had smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

Since the relocation, the Tushan tribe, which has been in a food shortage crisis, has finally temporarily escaped from the food crisis.

That night, the patriarch personally ordered everyone to open their stomachs to eat.

Despite this, hundreds of people from the Tushan tribe ate only twenty small armadillos that night. The remaining armadillos were still stored in a storage room specially opened by the tribe.

By the cave bonfire, Chen Yuan, Mo Chi, the clan leader and others were eating and chatting, and even the injured Dunzi, Ling Yu, and even Jiang Ming were here.

There is nothing else, because the patriarch has something to announce to everyone!

After eating and drinking for a while, seeing that it was almost done, the patriarch suddenly cleared his throat and then said, "I plan to exchange thirty armadillos for three cans of salt with the salt clan!"

"How many?"

Chen Yuan widened his eyes in shock and looked at the patriarch with an incredible face, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"Change three cans of salt!" Wu Dian on the side thought Chen Yuan didn't hear it, so he explained, then looked at Tu Shanhuai with some pain and said, "Clan leader, I'll change thirty heads at once. Isn't it too much? We only have so much left. After changing the food of the tribes, it's not settled again!"

"If we don't change it, we will not be able to finish all the food in a short time. If the time goes on, the food will be spoiled, and then it will be wasted!" Tu Shanhuai said in a deep voice.

He didn't want to change it either. However, he had to make the decision after learning the importance of salt from Chen Yuan. Moreover, there is no very good way to preserve food now. Even if the temperature is relatively low underground, if it is stored for a long time, bacteria will be breeding.

There was once an example of tribe members dying because of rotten and spoiled food. Tu Shanhuai could not think of repeating the same mistake!

"Thirty heads are just thirty heads. Anyway, the rest are enough for the tribe to eat for more than five or six days. Then the hunting team will go out to hunt again!" Mo Chi made the decision, and after saying this, he looked at Chen Yuan.

Until now, Chen Yuan had just come to his senses from the three cans of salt.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Chen Yuan subconsciously said, "Are those three jars so big?"

As he spoke, Chen Yuan subconsciously compared a circle with a hand. This circle was about the same size as the stone pot they used on weekdays, with a diameter of at least 40 centimeters.

Who knew that as soon as Chen Yuan's movements were gestured, Wu Dian beside him screamed strangely: "I said Xiao Yuan, are you crazy? You are still so big? I'm dreaming, just a small jar of this big, three hundred kilograms of meat, you can only change to a small jar of this big, ten armadillos, almost three hundred kilograms, and a can of salt is just right."

Chen Yuan looked at Wu Dian. When he saw Wu Dian pick up the stone cup for drinking water as a metaphor, Chen Yuan's face turned completely dark.

The stone cup was less than ten centimeters in diameter after being held to death, and it was very shallow. At most, it would only contain less than one pound of salt.

Three cans, that is, three pounds!

Get a thousand kilograms of meat and exchange it for three cans of salt?

Chen Yuan's mouth kept twitching, but everyone, including the patriarch, thought this was a very normal thing. Instead, they looked at Chen Yuan with concern, as if they thought Chen Yuan was abnormal.

Finally, Mo Chi explained: "This salt is difficult to extract. According to the salt tribe and others, those of them can only extract less than a can of salt in ten days. It is very precious, so we naturally have to give a lot of meat to exchange for, and it has been given like this for so many years!"

"Is that salt tribe very strong?" Chen Yuan suddenly asked for no reason.

As soon as these words were said, everyone didn't understand what Chen Yuan meant. Only the old patriarch's eyes flashed and he spoke: "The leader of the salt tribe is a strong man with the fifth level of body tempering. He also has a strong man with the fourth level of body tempering, five third level of body tempering, and more than a dozen masters with the first and second level of body tempering. His overall strength is at least ten times stronger than our Tushan!"

At the end, Tu Shanhuai seemed to remember something and added: "Of course, it was Tu Shan before!"
Chapter completed!