Shaokang and his group walked towards the thatched hut in the middle of the market.

This time, the leader was the Huangfeng Witch, but Shaokang was restrained and followed the team in a low-key manner.

Shaokang and his group had just approached the thatched hut, and an old man came out in the hut. He laughed and said:

"Hahahaha, isn't this the Huangfeng Witch? I haven't seen you deal in many years!"

"In recent years, the head of the Huangfeng clan who represented the Huangfeng tribe and came to trade, I thought you, the Huangfeng witch, were too old to walk."

"Oh, these young men are so energetic. How did you Huang Feng do this outfit of leather armor? You have made so many of them!

"Tsk tsk! Your Huang Feng family is amazing now! You can actually make such beautiful leather armor!"

This old man is very talkative and he talks a lot as soon as he meets him.

He mistakenly regarded Shaokang and others as members of the Huangfeng clan. He also thought that the leather armor worn by Shaokang and others was made by Huangfeng clan.

This old man is the elder who manages the market and a witch from a tribe in Wangmang Country.

Wang Mangguo is composed of multiple tribes.

This old man represents a tribe, and the great witch also represents a tribe. The tribe represented by the great witch is the most powerful tribe among all tribes.

The Huangfeng Witch smiled awkwardly.

Can he say that he has not represented the tribe in the past few years because no one in the tribe has obeyed his orders? He has no right to decide on the tribe's affairs?

The old man mistakenly recognized Shaokang and others as members of the Huangfeng clan, and he was not in the mood to defend himself.

Faced with the old man's enthusiasm, he had to say perfunctorily:

"Old, old!"

"Is it a way to trade salt this time? When paying tribute, the head of the Huangfeng clan had already exchanged a lot of salt. Did he finish it so quickly?

"It's not me who talked to you. The population of your Huangfeng clan is not very large. Why do you eat salt so quickly?"

"Can't you let your tribe save some food? How can you eat like you until next year? Wouldn't your share be finished soon?"

Wang Mangguo formulated a set of rules for salt trading.

The first thing is to pay tribute.

Only tribes that paid tribute to Wang Mangguo can trade salt.

Then, Wang Mang Congress determined the share of salt that each tribe could trade based on the amount of tribute.

Wang Mangguo prepared a jar in advance and used this jar as a measure.

Putting a can of salt in this jar is almost the amount of salt one person eats in a year.

A tribe who pays the contribution of 100 people is qualified to trade 100 cans of salt, and 200 people is 200 cans of salt.

If you don’t pay the contribution, you can’t trade even if you just have a can of salt.

Seeing that the old man seemed to be inclined to keep talking, the Huangfeng Witch quickly interrupted him. If he let him continue talking like this, the matter would be impossible.

The Huangfeng Wu said:

"We are here to change the salt. Take a look, how much more salt can we change?"

"Oh, so anxious, you really finished all the salt? Oh...Okay, let's see how much salt Huangfeng can trade!"

As the old man said, he took out a set of knots from behind, studied them carefully for a long time before saying:

"45 cans, Huangfeng can also trade 45 cans of salt!"

"Do you want it now... OK, okay, I'll change it for you!"

As he said that, he walked into the shed.

There were several large jars on the ground in the shed.

The old man lifted a thick and dense grass cake on a large jar.

Immediately a strong fishy smell came out.

This big jar contains salt.

The salt in the jar is grayish white and slightly black, with large particles, mixed with a lot of stones and mud. You can occasionally see seaweed and some small shells.

The old man picked up a special jar and began to scoop out salt.

When he scooped out the salt and held the salt pot, he was stunned and said dissatisfied:

"Aren't you here to trade salt? You are all empty-handed, why don't you put on stuff? If you don't put on stuff, how can you bring the salt back?"

Shaokang walked forward, pulled out a cloth bag from the package, shook it off, and said:

"Down in the bag!"

The old man was surprised and was stunned for a longer time. He looked at the bag carefully, and then buryed in pain:

"It's so extravagant, you're so extravagant. Such a good cloth has been sewn into a bag, just for stuffing things. It's so extravagant. Cans, baskets, frames, what can't be packed? How can you use cloth to store things in luxury!"

"This is a windbreaker, it's ruined!"

Shaokang was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, snatched the jar from his hand, poured the salt into a cloth bag, and then began to scoop salt from the big jar himself.

The old man quickly grabbed Shaokang's arm and kept shouting: "No, no, no!"

After snatching the can, he complained:

"Why are young people so anxious? No matter how anxious they are, they have to scoop one can at a time!"

After a lot of time, I finally scooped up 45 cans. The old man packed the small cans, covered the large cans, then took out the set of knots hanging on his waist, and tied several knots.

The Huangfeng tribe has used up a year's share!

After he finished it, he saw Shaokang carry the two cloth bags containing salt outside the shed. He realized that he had forgotten something and asked hurriedly:

"What do you use to exchange for salt? Where are your things?"

Shaokang put the salt bag, returned to the shed, pulled out a piece of cloth, and said:

"Swap with cloth!"

The old man's eyes lit up, took the cloth, rubbed happily, and said:

"Yes, yes... windproof cloth! Last time the head of the windproof clan traded, exchanged for ten cans of salt with a piece of cloth, and let's change it like this this time!"

"I changed so many cloths last time, and they were all taken away by the Great Witch's tribe. We don't have one. This time, the Great Witch doesn't know about these cloths. Haha."

Shaokang nodded, handed over three more pieces of cloth, then took out a piece of cloth again, folded it in half, and prepared to tear it in half.

When the old man saw it, he became anxious again. He grabbed Shaokang's arm, snatched the cloth directly, and said:

"Don't tear it, what a good cloth, what a pity it would be!"

Shaokang said disapprovingly:

"If I don't tear it open, how can I change those five cans of salt?"

The old man held this cloth and was reluctant to let go, and even more reluctant to tear it apart.

After hesitating for a while, he suddenly picked up the small jar, scooped five cans of salt for Shaokang, and then carefully folded the cloth and put it away.

Shaokang's eyes widened suddenly.

"Isn't this... full share already? How can I change five more cans of salt?"

The old man smiled and said nothing, looked at Shaokang with a smile, and blinked his eyes.

Shaokang was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed. He immediately stepped forward, held the old man's shoulder, pulled the old man to the side, and then mysteriously untied the package, revealing dozens of neatly stacked cloth inside.

He lowered his voice and said to the old man:
Chapter completed!