After Jiang Xuan climbed Mangzhu Mountain, he used paint to paint the totem pattern of the Rattan Tribe on a relatively flat boulder halfway up the mountainside of the Bamboo Rat Tribe.
With this totem pattern, the Bamboo Rat Tribe will become a de facto affiliated tribe of the Teng Tribe from now on.
The tribesmen of the Bamboo Rat tribe looked at this scene in fear, and talked among themselves privately, but no one dared to stop them.
After finishing the painting, Jiang Xuan took a few steps back, admired his work, and then murmured: "Some of the lines are not very smooth. It would be great if my sister was here. She can draw more beautifully."
Jiang Xuan was thinking about when to let Chi Shao come to the central part to see the prosperity of the central part.
However, after all, things like totem patterns are just a tool to declare sovereignty. No matter whether it is beautiful or ugly, it cannot change its nature.
Jiang Xuan put down his animal brushes and paints and quickly turned his enthusiasm to another thing, which was searching for iron ore.
This is the real purpose of their appearance in the Bamboo Rat Tribe.
"Where is your leader?"
Jiang Xuan walked up to several members of the Bamboo Rat tribe and asked them in a calm tone.
However, those members of the Bamboo Rat Tribe were timid and were very afraid of Jiang Xuan, making it difficult for them to speak.
One of them said in a trembling voice: "In...in the cave..."
Jiang Xuan took a look at the collapsed earth cave. Having been to the Rat Tribe and Rabbit Tribe, he naturally knew how complicated the situation in these caves was, and he did not want to go in to find anyone.
Jiang Xuan thought for a while, took out a handful of snow-white salt and stuffed it into the man's hand: "Help me find him, and these salts will be your reward."
The bamboo rat tribe member looked at the snow-white salt in his hand in disbelief. He wanted to refuse, but he turned his head and got into the hole honestly, secretly licked the salt, and then cherished it close to his body.
Hide it well.
Salt is too precious for ordinary small tribesmen, and most people simply cannot refuse it.
Soon, the bamboo rat tribe member found the leader in the intricate tunnels and conveyed Jiang Xuan's words.
"The leader of the Vine Tribe is looking for me?"
When the leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe heard these words, his expression suddenly became very tangled.
He wanted to refuse, but thinking of the terrifying divine vine and the powerful vine tribe, he didn't have the guts to refuse.
Finally, the leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe left the tunnel in an uneasy mood, and it took him a long time to stand in front of Jiang Xuan.
As soon as Jiang Xuan looked at his expression, he knew that he was afraid that he would make some very excessive demands, so he took the lead in introducing: "My name is Xuan, and I am the leader of the Teng tribe. Don't be nervous. I'm not here to rob your tribe of things.
Stealing women, in fact, we came here originally to have a fair deal."
The leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe lowered his head and said nothing, rubbing the corners of his animal skin clothes with his fingers, obviously not believing Jiang Xuan's words.
Jiang Xuan didn't care whether he believed it or not, and directly took out a piece of reddish-brown iron ore that he had traded with the Bamboo Rat tribe warriors.
"Do you know this kind of stone?"
The leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe raised his head slightly, stared at the stone for a while, and then nodded honestly.
Jiang Xuan suppressed the excitement in his heart and said: "Find all the stones that your tribe can find."
Seeing that the leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe was in a low mood and was reluctant, Jiang Xuan added: "Don't worry, your work will not be in vain. We will exchange it with you for salt and pottery."
Only then did the leader of the Bamboo Rat tribe really raise his head and said in disbelief: "You...are you telling the truth?"
"Of course, the Bamboo Rat Tribe has become a subsidiary tribe of the Vine Tribe. Do I still need to fool you?"
The leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe thought carefully and realized that this was indeed the case, so he immediately mobilized manpower to search for iron ore.
The leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe is a very pragmatic person. Anyway, the situation in the tribe cannot get any worse. If there is a chance to earn something back from the Vine Tribe, why not do it?
Under his leadership, the tribesmen of the Bamboo Rat tribe took the big bamboo rats into the holes one after another, frantically searching for the iron ore they had found before.
In fact, iron ore is not a high-quality stone because its texture is uneven, some are very hard, and some have a very loose structure that breaks into pieces when knocked, so it can only be used to make some relatively crude tools.
If the Bamboo Rat tribe hadn't happened to dig a vein underground and found a lot of high-quality iron ore, they wouldn't have been hoarding this kind of stuff.
Soon, the tribesmen of the Bamboo Rat tribe sent a steady stream of iron ore to Jiang Xuan, piling it into a big pile.
Jiang Xuan picked up two pieces of iron ore and knocked them. The sound was clearer, and he felt very satisfied.
The iron ore collected by the Bamboo Rat Tribe has a relatively high iron content, because ore with a high iron content is harder and can be used to make tools.
When the leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe reappeared in front of Jiang Xuan, the iron ore on the ground had piled up into a hill.
The leader of the Bamboo Rat tribe rubbed his hands and said nervously: "Chief Xuan, all the stones that can be found in the tribe have been sent here. Look at the salt and pottery..."
Jiang Xuan smiled heartily and said: "Don't worry, our Vine Tribe always means what we say. Nepeta, bring a bag of salt and two clay pots over here."
Jingjie, who was standing aside, immediately found a bag of salt and two clay pots from the goods he had brought, and then placed them in front of Jiang Xuan.
Jiang Xuan picked up the bag of salt and weighed it, feeling that it weighed about two or three kilograms, so he handed it to the leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe.
"This is good salt produced by our Vine tribe. You can try it."
The leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe took the salt bag and carefully opened the mouth of the bag. The white salt inside suddenly made him dizzy.
He has never seen such pure salt, it is much stronger than the miscellaneous salt he used to trade from other places.
In fact, the salt refined by the Vine Tribe was not pure and white at first, but as time went by, the salt workshops continued to improve the manufacturing process, and now the salt produced has become snow-white and very pure.
The leader of the bamboo rat tribe carefully picked up a little and put it into his mouth. The pure salty taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue, and there was no bitterness at all.
"Good salt, really good salt..."
A smile finally appeared on the face of the leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe. He hugged the salt bag tightly with both hands, fearing that it was an illusion.
Jiang Xuan asked with a smile: "If such good salt is used to trade your stones, the Bamboo Rat tribe will not suffer, right?"
"Hey, don't suffer, don't suffer..."
The leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe was very satisfied with this deal, because the iron ore was of little use to the Bamboo Rat Tribe, and not many people liked it when it was traded with other tribes.
Using something like this that few people like in exchange for salt that is in short supply in the tribe, this transaction is a huge profit.
Seeing that the Bamboo Rat Tribe was quite satisfied with the transaction, Jiang Xuan pointed to the two pottery pots with patterns on them and said: "These two pottery pots were also made by our Teng Tribe, so they are given to you as a meeting gift. I hope that in the future
The rattan tribe and the bamboo rat tribe can get along happily."
The leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe looked at the two exquisite clay pots and was so shocked that he was speechless.
He had never seen such beautiful pottery before. The Vine Tribe just gave it to him. Isn't this too generous?
If Shen Teng's strength hadn't left a deep impression on him, he would have doubted whether the leader of the Teng tribe was stupid.
"Then thank you, Chief Xuan."
The leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe was afraid that Jiang Xuan would regret it, so he put the salt directly into the animal skin bag, and then held a clay pot in one hand. His face smiled as brightly as a chrysanthemum. For the first time, he felt that being a subordinate tribe of the Teng Tribe was not a bad thing.