So the stalls of the Valley Tribe were always crowded throughout the day.

Fortunately, Man was dedicated to the promotion; when he got tired, he'd go to the stream. Qiao Yu and Shu were responsible for weighing the dried meat and salt, while Dali and the others maintained order and explained the process to those who arrived later. Others were in charge of cooking or distributing the soup, while still others were dedicated to explaining the straw sandals. Although everyone was busy, everything was organized.

Before it got dark, not only had the one hundred bamboo tubes of MSG been sold out, but the three hundred pairs of straw sandals they had brought were also sold out, and a lot of pottery was also exchanged - in addition to those who saw that their pottery was good and the price was a little cheaper than that of other tribes and wanted to exchange it, most of the people who exchanged were those who didn't bring pottery bowls and wanted to try what the soup with MSG tasted like.

This scene was shocking.

Yesterday he was amazed by the creative ideas of the people in the valley tribe, but it was still not as shocking as today's panic buying.

He didn't know what the MSG was made of, but it shouldn't be something particularly expensive, just look at the straw sandals. However, the benefits they brought to the valley tribe were huge.

This valley tribe is not simple.

"Shu, Shu." Seeing another person who came to exchange for MSG but failed to return was sent away, Ming couldn't help but call out to Shu, "You said to send someone back to the tribe, have you sent anyone?"

"We sent them out." Shu wiped his sweat and said to Ming, "We set out early this morning."

To put on a full show, he and Dian each called two people to leave here early this morning, and told them to find a place nearby to hide for a few days and come back after six days.

It wasn't that Qiao Yu was going to tell Ming the truth, but he was still acting like this. It wasn't certain whether Ming was telling the truth, so he had to find out for himself. And finding out took time.

After replying to Ming's words, Shu no longer cared about him. He followed the people in the tribe and counted the baskets of dried meat and salt they had received over and over again.

In fact, the amount of MSG, straw sandals, and pottery are all counted. As long as you don't collect the wrong number, you can see at a glance how much dried meat and salt you have exchanged for.

But if they don't count, they can't express their excitement.

They couldn't believe that such a small amount of food could be exchanged for so much salt and dried meat.

Man was also shocked.

Before arriving at the trade fair, he'd worried about having nothing to exchange. Even though Qiao Yu had these things made, he wasn't confident. After all, a hundred bamboo tubes of shrimp powder would fill two rattan baskets. Straw sandals tied together and carried directly on a shoulder pole were still light and fluttery. These things held little weight in Man's heart.

If it weren't for the pottery and yam seedlings, Mandu would have felt there was no need to attend the trade fair.

Who would have thought that shrimp powder and straw sandals could be exchanged for so much salt and dried meat!

Sure enough, Yu was right. Strength alone wasn't enough; things with "technical content" were valuable. And that so-called "technical content" relied on a smart brain, lots of thinking and thinking. Only smart people could create more wealth.

At this moment, I am more confident than anyone else.

"Yu, can we still exchange MSG and straw sandals during the snow season?" someone asked.

Before Qiao Yu could reply, someone else chimed in, "Straw sandals definitely won't work. They're like rattan baskets; everyone can weave them if they figure it out. MSG is fine. If you grind it into powder, you can't tell what's inside. You can definitely replace it during the snow season."

Everyone was excited when they heard this: "Then let's make more and earn more salt and jerky at the snow season fair."

Qiao Yu watched from afar as someone approached. The person leading the group had feathers stuck in their hair. She waved her hand and said, "There's no changing. This is a one-time deal."

Everyone was stunned and was about to ask what was going on when they saw the group of people walking up to their stall.

The leader first glanced at their stall, was stunned when he saw the pottery, and then regained his composure.

He glanced at everyone and asked, "I heard you have MSG exchange here?"

Looking at this man in his fifties wearing a tiger-skin coat and with feathers on his head that were brighter and more beautiful than those of anyone else, Shu couldn't help but swallow nervously.

"Exactly," he stammered, "but the MSG has been replaced. If you want it, you'll have to wait until the snow season."

The man waved his hand and said, "I don't want MSG. I want to exchange your MSG recipe."

"Change, change the recipe?" Shu exclaimed and subconsciously looked at Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu nodded slightly.

Man quickly stepped forward and asked the man, "How do you plan to change it?"

The man took a look and said, "Fifty bowls of salt."

The men of the Dragon Tribe clenched their fists, their eyes filled with anger.

Fifty bowls of salt, why don’t they go and grab them?

Just now, they exchanged one hundred bamboo tubes of MSG for one hundred bowls of salt. The more MSG they make during the snowy season, the more they can earn. But now that the recipe has been traded to the Sun Tribe, their plan has fallen through. They'll never be able to do the MSG business again. Fifty bowls of salt bought out all their income from MSG. This Sun Tribe is a complete rip-off!

What’s the difference between this and robbery?

But if they don’t give it, the end of the Fire Tribe is imminent.

Not to mention genocide, if they upset this person, when they packed up their stalls and headed back, the Sun Tribe would send people to ambush them, and they might not be able to return. Even if they could escape, they wouldn't be able to come to the trade fair.

What will they do if they can’t attend the trade fair and have no salt to eat?

"One hundred bowls of salt." Qiao Yu's voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone was shocked and looked at Qiao Yu.

The man narrowed his eyes, stared at Qiao Yu and asked, "Who is this..."

Shu walked over and stood in front of Qiao Yu: "This is my brother's son. My brother was the original leader of the tribe."

The man looked at the tree and asked, "Are you the current leader?"

The tree nodded.

The man looked at Qiao Yu, then at the tree, and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He asked Qiao Yu, "Little guy, aren't you afraid that we will attack your tribe?"

Qiao Yu pretended to be afraid but tried hard to hide it. His voice trembled, but he looked stubborn. "I'm afraid. But what you gave me is too little. After you took the recipe, our tribe can't exchange MSG anymore. We were...we were starving to death because we couldn't hunt. If you don't let us exchange MSG for salt, then we might as well die now."

As she spoke, there was a hint of tears in her voice.

The men of the original valley tribe all had strange looks in their eyes.

Before Yu became leader, they hadn't remembered her because she wasn't talkative. But since she became leader, while she's been gentle and tolerant, everyone knows she's a tough, formidable person. A young woman, she speaks with determination and decisiveness, and acts with ruthless determination. She never cries, not even when she's down. She's always calm and composed. When things get tough, everyone else panics, but she seems to never know what fear is.

It was also the first time they saw her acting like a normal little girl.