Of course, fine salt is something Xia Tuo can do now.

The Xia tribe was not long ago, and the tribe's foundation was too thin and had no background. Otherwise, he would not need to make a ten-year plan and concentrate on doing big things.

After arranging the tribe's affairs, Xia Tuo left the tribe and headed towards the southeast.

This time he walked along the Gushui River and came all the way to the Black Tooth Waters, and then headed south along the Black Tooth Waters, entering the Tuze Wasteland.

This time he found that if he had a boat, he could go to the Tuze Wasteland by water, which would probably save half the time than walking on a mountain road. Moreover, there were many rivers in the wasteland, so he could go downstream and go straight to the Tuze Lake.

After entering Tuze Wasteland, Xia Tuo was about to start from small tribes. He brought Wanjun fine salt. This was not the amount that any tribe could swallow, and it needed to separate bulk goods.

The vast wasteland is boundless and lush with plants and trees. This time he did not bring green fire together.

On the fifth day, Xia Tuo came to a tribe called Caoliu. This is a small tribe with only a thousand people in total.

His appearance made this small tribe feel like a great enemy, and the tribe leader personally introduced him into the tribe.

In the stone house of the tribe, the head of the Caoliu Tribe accompanied him carefully and specially arranged two girls from the tribe to serve him. The two girls had a slight wildness in their eyes. The black animal skin robe could not hide the surging surging of their upper body. Unfortunately, their figure did not meet Xia Tuo's vision, so they were directly swung back by him.

The leader of the Caoliu tribe was very nervous and looked at Xia Tuo carefully. He didn't know what the adult of unknown origin had to give, so he could only wait in panic, not even dared to breathe.

The Caoliu tribe prepared dinner, and Xia Tuo was not polite to eat and drink, and his eyes fell on the Caoliu tribe leader.

"Sir~~"

Seeing Xia Tuo looking towards him, the head of the Caoliu tribe trembled in his heart and couldn't help but ask softly.

"Cao Liu clan leader."

“Hey~~~~”

The head of the Caoliu tribe hurriedly replied, "What are the instructions of sir?"

"Do you want salt?"

"Um."

The leader of the Caoliu tribe was stunned and couldn't react.

“Great fine salt.”

The next moment, Xia Tuo waved his hand and a jar of fine salt appeared in front of him, snow-white and crystal clear.

He pushed the salt jar to the head of the Caoliu tribe and whispered: "No salt, no money."

At this moment, the leader of the Caoliu tribe was almost scared. The adults were really good at playing, so they took it to enjoy him.

"Three Jun essence salt and one mixed blood beast nucleus, how many Jun do you want?"

The leader of the Caoliu tribe looked at the expression of the person in front of him and was about to cry. Do you think he shouldn't play like this?

For a moment, when he looked at Xia Tuo's expression not as if he was fake, he carefully said, "Ten Jun."

Immediately after Xia Tuo waved his hand, eleven salt jars appeared in front of him.

"Twelve Jun of Spicy Salt, Four Mixed Blood Beast Nucleus."

Xia Tuo spread his hands and signaled.

I saw the leader of the Caoliu tribe tremblingly and walked out. When he came back, he was holding four bloody beast cores in his hand.

Xia Tuo took the beast core and immediately got up and walked out, leaving the leader of the grass and willow tribe who saw his back disappear, then looked at the salt jar next to him, his face full of mess.

It's really a salt seller, but it's a bit expensive.

After a long time, the leader of the Caoliu clan reacted, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and came back to his senses. This was really terrifying.

Disruption of money will be free from disasters! Disruption of money will be free from disasters!

...

Xia Tuo was in a good mood after selling the four jun salt at once, and at least he had a good start. As a totem warrior in the Tianmai realm, he naturally was not afraid of the night road in the wasteland.

He has no fixed purpose, so he will ask whenever he meets a tribe.

Water Fish Tribe.

The tribe relied on the riverside. At this moment, hundreds of people outside the tribe were holding weapons and guarding against the figure in front of them.

"This adult~~"

The Water Fish Clan leader stood in front of all the warriors. It is true that he is a totem warrior, but the majesty brought by the figure in front of him makes him feel like he is pressing against the top of the mountain.

"Do you want salt?"

When a group of soldiers were ready to go, a light voice spread all around.

cough.

The water fish clan leader almost breathed a sigh of relief.

"Three Jun essence salt, a mixed blood beast core, how much do you want?"

"want……"

Until this moment, the Water Fish Clan leader still did not fully react. He encountered some gods and immortals. He encountered them every year.

Speaking of Xia Tuo, the fine salt sold in the most expensive way. One junction of fine salt has been used to trade with various departments in the past, but it was only exchanged for a few pieces of skin, which has already surprised the tribe.

After all, the salt mine is in the tribe, so my family knows how the refined salt comes from.

Now Xia Tuo Zhangkou is Sanjun salt and a beast core.

"Switch two june."

The water fish leader said carefully, trying his best to observe Xia Tuo's expression.

"No, no, we want ten pounds and ten pounds."

"How can you have ten jin of salt in your tribe as big as you? Thirty jin, there are ten beast cores in total."

"Uh, yeah."

The Water Fish Clan leader nodded with a sad face. I dare not refute what you said.

After putting away the beast core, Xia Tuo dragged on the slightest bit of water and turned around and left.

For several days, he wandered in the Tuze wasteland and forced himself to sell it when he met a tribe. Unfortunately, compared to the amount of salt he brought, he sold only more than 300 jin of salt.

This made Boss Xia very sad. At this speed, when will Wanjun salt be replaced with beast cores?

He went south along the west bank of Tuze Lake, preparing to turn south.

...

Tu Ze West Bank, near the waterside, there are no less than a hundred animal-skin tents standing on the west bank. At this moment, these animal-skin tents ignited a raging flame, and there were shouts of killing in the fire.

One after another, a figure was constantly fighting, and an old man in the lead took a fierce move, and almost every blow, a figure would be killed.

"Hurry up!"

Qiao Mao's eyes were flashing with ruthlessness, and he showed no mercy. The strong men around him were also killing wantonly like bloody madmen.

"This time I released it, the fine iron ore is no less than ten thousand pounds, Feng Ling Grass, Water Lotus Root, and Heze Tribe are indeed a big deal."

After killing a figure that looked like a leader, Qiao Tu cut open a huge animal skin bag with one knife, and pieces of crystal ore rolled down in the flames.

In addition to the ore package, there are also crystal herbs that are filled with wooden boxes.

"Kill all these people quickly and take your stuff away."

puff!

A strong man was about to go towards the pile of goods when he felt a roar behind him. Before he could react, his whole body was beaten to pieces.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Xia Tuo picked up a copper knife, and the people around him were chopped out with a knife, just like chopping melons and vegetables.

Qiao Mao also noticed the incident and even came out of the disaster halfway, and he was so terrible.

"It's you!"

Seeing Xia Tuo's figure, Qiao Tuo suddenly remembered, but Xia Tuo slashed in the air. He waved his sword to resist, and then flew out, shattering the copper knife in his hand.

"You~~"

Blood was spitting out of his mouth. He stared at Xia Tuo tightly, stretched out his finger to point at Xia Tuo, but he fell heavily to the ground without a break.

Xia Tuo looked at the corpses everywhere, with a strong smell of blood. He came to Qiao Tuo and bent down, and grabbed an animal belt from his arms.

When he opened the beast belt, the bright light directly blinded his eyes.

There are a total of 100 beast cores, which is worth the harvest he has earned these days of selling salt.

Sure enough, it’s still easy to make money by eating black.

Then Xia Tuo collected all the ore and herbs scattered on the ground and headed towards the distance. The fights and firelights here had already triggered the surroundings.

After leaving, Xia Tuo weighed the animal skin bag in his hand, which had a total of 107 animal cores, of which eight were in the semi-pure blood realm.

This is much greater than the gains he gained from hard work on changing salt. He was forced to forcefully buy and sell, but he received only mixed blood beast cores.

He put the beast core into the space for killing demons. He felt that he should not sell salt, so he might as well do a business without any money.
To be continued...