The cannon fodder fake prince at the beginning, I won by hugging thighs

The Buri people camped near the water source for five days, and Lu Jiao and his companions did not move, except that they bought a sheep from Agula on the first day and ate it from beginning to end.

On this day, the Buri people began to pack up their tents one after another. Lu Jiao knew that they were preparing to continue their migration.

She took a dagger, chopped the sheep bones into small pieces, and threw them into the boiling earthenware pot. There was some dry noodles in the car, which was just right for eating.

He took a porcelain spoon, skimmed the foam on the top, and threw a few slices of ginger in while Kuilang wasn't paying attention. He also smeared a vegetable dumpling from the space and stuffed it into his mouth.

This is the bad thing about the grassland. Meat and milk can be produced easily, but there are too few vegetables.

If Lu Jiao didn't have special abilities that allowed him to adjust himself, he would be like Kuilang, with his mouth dry and cracked, and he would scream in the toilet at night.

"What are you eating?" The voice above my head was very cold.

Lu Jiao swallowed it quickly and pretended to be calm: "It's nothing, you must have seen it wrong!"

"Really?" Kuilang was obviously a little unconvinced, pointing at Lu Jiao's mouth and said, "There is food on your teeth!"

"Ah?" Lu Jiao subconsciously stretched out his finger and wanted to scratch it, but soon realized, "Do you have a brain?"

Kuilang rolled his eyes and took advantage of the fact that no one was around to observe Lu Jiao: "Did you hide something good? I can smell it! You are not a brother. You listen to me feeling so uncomfortable every day, and you actually hide and eat it!"

"Don't say such harsh words! What do you mean by stealing? It's not like you haven't been there every time for shopping. It all depends on your ability!" Lu Jiao was just playing dirty.

Kuilang wanted to say something when he heard footsteps in the distance. It was Agula coming.

"Ebule, the chief wants you to come over!"

"coming!"

Lu Jiao thought about it and still felt a little reluctant, so she took out a handful of dried mint from her purse and stuffed it into Kuilang's hand.

"You keep an eye on the fire. These are the last of my stock. Eat them all!"

Kuilang would never believe Lu Jiao's nonsense. He put the dried mint under his nose, smelled it, and snorted softly.

This troublesome kid, if he squeezes harder, he will definitely be able to squeeze something good out of Lu Jiao!

"What does Chief Bagan want from me?"

Agula looked around and whispered, "The chief didn't say anything, but I guess he must be planning to sell you the news!"

Lu Jiao knew what was going on, nodded, and promised: "When I sell a few more batches of things, I will come to find you along the edge of the grassland and take you to the royal court to see the world!"

"A word is settled!"

Agula's excitement lasted until he reached outside the witch's tent.

"Chief, witch, Ebule is here." He turned his head, "You go in by yourself!"

Lu Jiao brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, coughed lightly, and walked in.

The layout inside is very different from that of ordinary tribesmen’s tents.

Lu Jiao felt like she had come to a medieval witch's cave. The light was dim, and there were a lot of dead grass leaves hanging in the sky with hemp ropes.

At first glance, it is impossible to tell what kind of medicinal material it is.

The big tent was filled with a strange medicinal smell mixed with the smell of cow and wool, which was not a pleasant smell.

Subconsciously, Lu Jiao blocked his sense of smell and looked at the two living people in front of him.

One is the clan leader, and the other must be the witch.

Lu Jiao observed him for a while and found several poisons on his body, which made him feel alert.

This witch wouldn't want to kill people and rob, right?

Although she is very confident in her own abilities, she still tries to avoid a fight if possible.

It was impossible for her to kill people indiscriminately and shut everyone up, otherwise her whereabouts would be leaked out.

Her life would not be in danger, but Tong Renjie was different. If Wuergutu noticed the whereabouts of the Jiang people on the grassland, he would inevitably think too much.

In order to avoid hurting the rat, Lu Jiao could only listen to what they would say first.

"Brother Ebule, don't worry, we are here to discuss business with you!"

The muscles on Lu Jiao's shoulders suddenly relaxed. She found a fur mat that looked relatively clean and sat on it.

"Tell me about it!"

Bagen and Baya exchanged glances and told each other the name of the tribe that they had discussed privately and which they had always had a bad relationship with.

"We know the migration routes of these tribes. How much are you willing to exchange for them?"

Lu Jiao counted these tribes in her mind, and only a small part of them she had not heard of. However, in order to confuse the audience and to prove that Bagen was not talking nonsense, she added a few known routes.

"I want information about these tribes. I will give you twenty rolls of linen."

"Too little, add two more sacks of salt."

"That's impossible. Two sacks of salt equals 60 kilograms. You want too much! Add at most 5 kilograms of salt."

"Ten pounds!"

After some bargaining, both sides agreed on a price.

Baya naturally would not take out the map of their Buri tribe, but instead drew it on the ground outside the big tent.

Lu Jiao still needs to verify the rest herself, but the ones she already knows are similar to what she knows.

Lu Jiao wrote down the coordinates and lines on the ground: "The transaction is successful, I will send the things to you in a while."

"Brother Ebule, don't leave in such a hurry!"

Lu Jiao looked back puzzledly: "What else?"

She followed Bagen and the other man back into the big tent, and this time it was Baya who spoke.

Baya's voice was not as gloomy and hoarse as Lu Jiao had imagined, and was similar to that of an ordinary middle-aged man.

"I want to ask if Brother Ebule has any books on medicinal herbs?"

"A book on medicinal herbs?"

"Yes, our Bri tribe is too small. My ability as a witch is limited. I am powerless to treat many of my tribe members who are sick. I can only watch them die.

When Brother Ebule goes to Jiang Country, can you help me keep an eye out for the herbal books there? If there are pictures, that would be even better! I am willing to exchange them for gold nuggets!"

This was the first time Lu Jiao heard of gold nuggets, rather than gold beans or gold cakes.

"Oh? But where did Wu pick it up?"

Baya immediately denied: "No, it's passed down from my family!"

Lu Jiao seemed to believe his words, but then asked, "But can Wu understand the language of Jiang State?"

"Just come here, there's no need to know so much!" Speaking of this, Baya's attitude became much colder.

"Okay! I don't want more then, just give me three times the price."

"make a deal!"

"Chief, will you send someone to help me move the things?"

"Good good!"

The two of them walked out, leaving Baya alone. Thinking back to the first night when Ebule came, the divination result on the table, he muttered to himself, "Is it really a good omen?"

"Brother Ebule, where are you going next?"

Bagen was eager for them to leave as soon as possible. Even if they had bad intentions, they could bring the crisis to other tribes.

At the same time, he was reluctant to give up the good things that Ebule had given him. Although he could not exchange them, he was happy to look at them every day.