I became a planet

Chapter 172 I Know What You Want

The sheep people and the primitive people stood facing each other.

Behind each of them stood a large number of dwarves.

And in front of them each stood a huge number of pottery pots.

The sheepman's side was not covered, and at a glance, it was full of white or light yellow crystals.

On the other side of the primitive people, everything was blocked with animal skins, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

But it's actually pretty easy to guess.

What else do primitive people have?
Just two things.

They use the wine brewed by Legrue and the insect honey they gather.

"Hey! Hey!" One of the goatmen, wearing more than a dozen bracelets on each of his two arms, walked forward a few steps and came to the front of the goatmen.

Guo Sen saw that the bracelets on this guy's arms seemed to be made of pure, inlaid with a fiery red gem that he was very familiar with.

Oh wow.

Isn't this the flame stone that the dwarves brought over when they bartered with them 300 years ago, and it can already be made into a bracelet?Will there be mosaic technology?

Seeing the Flame Stone at this time, Guo Sen also had some special feelings.

He remembered that it was because of this that the whole family of the dwarves sent out to mine the deep underground caves, which led to the end of being almost wiped out by the dinosaurs.

And if it weren't for this incident, these dwarves would not have migrated to the river valley to restart civilization.

Of course, there was no such thing as being conquered by primitive people and sheep people from afar and becoming their own slaves.

The Flame Stone became the stone of fate for the dwarves who decided the Endless Land.

I really don't know what their fellow clansmen in the land of mines would think if they saw it.

They are divided into those who live in rocks and those who bear hatred. One has built a huge castle, and the other has a huge tribe in the abyss.

Even after an extremely fierce battle, their respective vigor was severely injured, but they were still the most important race that ruled that continent.

It's not like here, it has become so miserable that they have all become slaves.

"Yi! Yii!" The sheep man who came out kept barking twice, and Guo Sen knew without guessing that this guy was definitely the leader of the sheep man.

On the other side of the primitive people, a person also came out.

This person is dressed in chain armor and a round metal helmet with strange patterns carved on it. It seems that he is also a person.

The two were about two meters apart and stretched out their hands to each other.

Ok?What are you doing?
Do you want to clap your hands, good friend?
One of the two had his palm down, and the other had his palm up.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Four palms meet!

Guo Sen raised eyebrows that didn't exist.

It's really a good friend who clapped hands.

He continued to look.

After repeating this clapping motion several times, the two chiefs each took a step back.

"Hey! Hey!" The goat man has no language, so he can only call out like this.

However, a relatively clean-dressed dwarf suddenly came out behind him.

On the primitive side, the leader also waved his hand, and a dwarf came behind him, but this guy was obviously not as good as the one opposite, skinny and disheveled.

The two dwarves faced each other and stroked each other's beards.

"Exchange! All!" said the dwarf on the goatman's side.

"Exchange! All!" The dwarf on the primitive side also said.

After the voices of the two of them fell, the dwarves in the two teams came out, and then picked up the jars on the ground and put them in front of each other.

"Yi! Yiyi!" The goats opened their mouths collectively, seeming very satisfied.

"Thank you! Thanks to the Bu Aila family for the gift!" The leader of the primitive man smiled all over his face, and stretched out his hands again, clapping hands with the leader of the goatman again and again as a good friend.

The leader of the goatmen untied the animal skin on the top of the jar, poked his fingers into the jar, and brought out a viscous brown-yellow fluid.

There is no doubt that this is insect honey.

He skillfully put the insect honey into his mouth, then narrowed his eyes, nodded continuously, even drooling.

"Hey! Hey!"

"The leader is very satisfied! Thank you Snow people for their gift!" The dwarf next to him explained.

And the leader of the primitive people, that is, the leader of the "Snow people", was also playing with the rock salt in his hands almost at the same time, and kept smiling at the goat people, no, they should be called "Buaila people" now.

Smiling, this expression on this occasion, definitely does not indicate any hostility.

Although they each carried weapons, those were estimated to be used to drive away wild beasts, rather than come to carry out any attacks.

It seems that the Buaila tribe is not the kind of guy who loves to stir up troubles. If they want to, Guo Sen thinks that with the "Snow people" as a thousand people, they only need to gather one-fifth of them in an instant. The tribal people, the primitive people, absolutely no one can escape.

It seems that there should be no war between the Buaila tribe and the Snow people.

The two races are afraid of each other, have extremely large military forces, and have similar civilizations. They want to do business more than war.

This act of bartering, exchanging things that each other wants but cannot easily get, is also a temptation between two civilizations.

This kind of temptation is actually very fragile.

Guo Sen feels that whenever one party feels unbalanced, that is when the situation turns from peaceful to tense.

There is no equality and balance in doing business.

No matter how sincere the Boela and Snow tribes are, there will be a day when they will be dishonest.

He feels that he has given less, and he feels that he has given more.

Contradictions intensified and deepened.

When the two sides break up unhappy, for the things that one can't get and want to get very much, war will break out.

Alas, in a circle, it is actually still war.

It's not that we don't do it, but that the contradiction has not deepened to that point.

Bartering seems to be fair, but it is unfair.

At present, the barter of this single item, he uses rock salt, he uses insect honey, it is easy to say, one to one is enough.

But what if the Snow people brought out the wine brewed by Legrew?

Surely they would want to trade a can of wine for at least two cans of rock salt?
Will the Buaila people agree easily?

More, more, wanting more.

When this kind of mentality emerges, and when one's own things cannot satisfy the other party's requirements, the contradiction will appear and gradually deepen.

Guo Sen knew very well that Snow's people were very smart. The reason why they haven't brought out the wine yet is because they want to gain an advantage in future transactions.

in case……

Just when Guo Sen was worried about the future war between the guys of these two tribes, the leader of the Snow people suddenly beckoned to the rear.

Five dwarves walked forward with smaller pots each.

The leader of the Buaila tribe rubbed his hands together, yelled a few times, and narrowed his eyes.

This is……

(End of this chapter)