The base of Kongdao, which is allocated to the sacrificial tribe, is not very good for developing primary industry, but at least it occupies an area with mountains, water and woods. Coincidentally, there are wild tea trees growing on the small mountains of several islands.

The environment is very friendly to tea trees and the tea produced is of top quality.

After being polished intentionally or unintentionally by the people under Jin Yujing, even the old leaves picked casually can be sold for a price that is extremely outrageous in the eyes of the tribesmen. At least the situation is more optimistic than Uncle Hei who is busy going to the seafood market.

Too much.

The base generally has a certain degree of fear and resistance towards the Martinis tribe, but tea is not made from the blood of human heads. That stuff will affect the quality of the tea, so the market is actually

It's not a big problem. There is less tea and the tribe's population is smaller. If you want to feed these thousands of mouths, it won't be a big problem to do some business.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Several black girls aged seventeen or eighteen with exceptionally tall features and beautiful faces passed the tribal level talking and laughing, and saw Martinis

I was tossing hard in front of a black pot full of green smoke, so I quickly came over to say hello.

"Clan Chief Martinis, are you still learning to fry tea?"

"Yes, I have to give it a try." Martinis smiled very kindly as he looked at several pretty girls who did not draw tattoos or totems on their bodies according to tribal customs, nor use human skulls as decorations.

How many words did you learn? Did you get into trouble at the stall?"

One of the girls pursed her lips with a cheerful expression: "Patriarch, patriarch, Chinese is so difficult, but we moved to the entrance of the seafood market today, and no one bothered us, and we sold hundreds of kilograms of lemons and lemon leaves!"

Another said: "Chief, we have grown up, why don't you allow us to learn the art of witchcraft? Do you think we are not loyal enough to the tribe?"

Facing several expectant girls, Martinis used his eyes to scare away a few sulky guards who were about to come over and scold him. He explained in a gentle voice: "You are very talented. The elders have more important arrangements for you. What you are doing now

Just the beginning..."

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a feather and bone crown, his body surface covered with blood red, and complex totems that glowed by themselves came close to him, and several girls retreated in envy and fear.

"Chief, the man you assigned has lost one man."

"Um."

"The other party is a group of 13 people. They use dolls and hair as a medium to cast curses. Forgive..."

"Um??"

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and said tremblingly: "Dear guest, he is an honored guest. Your guest is safe and sound, but little Yinapu has returned to the embrace of his ancestors."

"Inapu has a younger brother?"

"Yes, Isaiah, his name is Isaiah."

"Let him accept the spirit. The position... starts from the position of Enap. As for you, go get 80 whips by yourself. Come to me later and go to Enap's house with me."

"Xie Patriarch, Marius will never make such a stupid mistake again."

"Go ahead."

Martinis took out the fried pot, put out the fire, and sighed quietly.

Perhaps some parts of Africa before the disaster could be regarded as a paradise by him, but in today's closed island age, the situation of the base can be described as an extremely unfriendly environment. The base has absorbed the garbage of the Santa Catana Federation, and everyone agrees

Under the influence of gold, the situation between him and his tribe was really embarrassing.

This is no longer a matter of prejudice. The reputation of the entire tribe is basically that of a child who can stop crying. People will walk around them on the road, for fear that if they are not careful, they will be kidnapped and taken away to be bloodletted and sacrificed to heaven.

[You have a very bad image. You must do something in line with the image based on the pain points to improve public perception...]

[Word of mouth is very lethal in China...]

[I’ll give you an idea, if you do this...]

Martinis looked at the brief conversation record with Li Cang over and over again, pondering over and over again: "But... will this really be useful? Is it that simple?!"

"Clan leader?"

"What's the matter? Hesitantly, tell me!"

The face of the stupid, thick and thick man showed indescribable melancholy and weirdness, and maybe a little bit of anger: "Yes, someone is here, and they asked you to come out by name. It's very rude! If they hadn't insisted on telling you,

It was you who invited them here, I——"

"?Yes! They are looking for me, bring them in quickly..." Martinis arranged the clothes and decorations on his body, took off a few miniature human skulls and a large string of bone beads and handed them to others:

"Forget it, just follow me to see them. You little bastards won't scare my guests, right?"

"No, no, no, no..." The visitor was so frightened that he held his breath, "You have told us to treat every guest politely, and we dare not disobey your order."

"Well, very good, remember, this is related to the future development and prosperity of the tribe. Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely follow every word I say. Times have changed, you know. If I know you are still as rude as before.

, I have your good juice to eat!”
Chapter completed!