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After another attempt, Ming finally gave up.

Allen stopped.

"All right!"

He held the mud bowl in his hand and looked at it. At the same time, he continued to polish it.

Ming looked at the thing in his hand, which was completely deformed, and then looked at the thing made by Allen.

He threw the mud on the ground and began to wash his hands while asking Allen.

"Master Allen, what the hell is this? I\'ve never seen it before!"

"It\'s normal that you haven\'t seen it before. It\'s common in our society. Its name is the bowl and it\'s used for eating!"

Hearing this, Ming was confused, because he always felt that he had heard this name before, but he couldn\'t remember it.

But looking at his reflection in the water, Ming recalled a night.

"If only I could have a bowl. It\'s difficult to eat with hand every day!"

Ming widened his eyes in disbelief as he stared at the bowl in Allen\'s hand.

"Allen, is this the bowl? Really? Can I have it?"

Allen didn\'t understand why he was so excited all of a sudden.

But it wouldn\'t stop Allen from storing some rare things!

With an incomprehensible expression, he refused Ming.

"Of course not! It\'s not finished yet. If you want to get one, I still need to work on it before you can use it."

Allen\'s words made Ming impatient.

"Then, what kind of process is it? Allen, when can you finish it?"

"I still need to find a way to make something. Anyway, I can\'t make it at once!"

Allen thought to himself, \'If I do it, I will have to consider the temperature. There must be a lot of procedures.\'

Therefore, he didn\'t dare to make a guarantee to Ming. If there was something wrong, Allen felt it difficult to face him.

When Ming heard Allen\'s words, he was disappointed, but soon recovered.

"I see, Allen. Please inform me when you finish. I need this bowl!"

Allen felt as if he had discovered something.

"OK, but I need you to get this clay down the mountain!"

Allen was happy. After all, he had solved this problem.

"Master Allen, don\'t worry. I\'ll ask all my clansmen to come here. Don\'t worry. We\'ll take all the clay back!"

"No!"

After knowing the thoughts of Ming, Allen began to stop him.

"Please don\'t do that. I\'m not sure whether I can finish the last step or not. You have seen it just now. It\'s difficult for me to make one bowl. If you take all of this back, I will be exhausted to death."

Hearing Allen\'s words, Ming could only smile.

"Yes, you are right."

Then Allen told him that clay could be easily dry if it was not well-preserved.

Of course, the most important thing was that Allen wanted to know why Ming wanted this bowl.

"I have eaten in your tribe before, but I haven\'t seen you use bowls!"

Although Allen looked calm, he was nervous when he asked this question.

He wanted to see what Ming said and then Allen heard what he wanted to know from his mouth.

"Allen, you don\'t know that. Only when our savage tribe entertains distinguished adults like you will they roast the meat. Normally, we eat something called rice!"

Allen\'s heart raced uncontrollably when he heard this.

"I know the rice. But I didn\'t know that wheat could grow on the island. How about the yield? Is it enough for you to eat?"

Allen asked, trying to figure out the stock of the savages. In this way, Allen could know how much wheat to ask him for!

Otherwise, if he wanted too much wheat, Ming wouldn\'t be able to give him even if Allen killed him!

Thinking of this, Allen felt that he was considerate of Ming.

And Ming didn\'t disappoint Allen.

"Well, although I don\'t know how much we have earned these days and I don\'t know how to describe it to you. Do you remember the thatched hut that you used to live in?"

"Yes, I remember. That\'s our shelter!"

Allen joked. He seemed to realize something.

Ming nodded and continued, "For example, our reserve food can accommodate about 20 such huts!"

Allen couldn\'t help smiling when he heard the number.

"Oh, my God! 20! That\'s unbelievable! I thought it was amazing to have three or four! I didn\'t expect that he would still give me a surprise!"

"And according to the size of that hut..."

Allen was lost in his thoughts, but soon Allen gave up.

It was not that he couldn\'t figure it out. It was just that it was too wasteful and unnecessary.

Allen only needed to know that if he could get a room\'s wheat, it would be enough for him and the girls to live for a year.

"And it won\'t take a year. When our wheat is ripe in the future, we will have enough food to eat over and over again. We don\'t need to worry about this anymore!"

"I guess our lives will get better and the food will be more exquisite!"

Thinking of this, Allen almost burst into laughter, which made Ming think that something was wrong with Allen.

"You think we don\'t have enough food, right? Or why did you suddenly laugh?"

Ming asked cautiously.

"Ah, nothing. I just thought of some jokes about food in the past. Alas, I mean, in that case, I want to make a deal with you!"

Allen concealed his smile and talked with Ming.

When Ming saw that Allen\'s expression suddenly became serious, he seemed to realize something and became more serious.

"Master Allen, please go ahead."

"It\'s a simple deal. You want the bowls I made and I want the food of your tribe. That\'s to say, I want food for a hut."

Allen blurted out his thoughts easily, but he couldn\'t help but stare at the face of Ming. He would never miss any of his expressions.

Food was important to him. He could eat meat every day, but he would get bored. People who eat meat every day would get sick.

"Ah! I see, Allen!"

Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought that Allen would make a terrible deal with him.

It turned out that it was just some wheat! He had a lot!

Ming said with deep pockets.

"Master Allen, what are you talking about? You look down upon me. How can there be enough wheat for one hut? It must be two!"

Allen didn\'t know what to say. He could only sigh that Ming was a fool and a rich man while retorting.

"No, we don\'t need so much food! We can\'t finish it! We only have a few people, and one hut\'s wheat is enough!"

"This is the last thing I like to see in my bones!"