Of course, this is how Qiao Yu is seen by everyone in the original valley tribe.

Because Qiao Yu deliberately lowered her voice, it wasn't the typical high-pitched, shrill voice of a woman, but rather a deep, deep voice. This deliberate lowering of her voice made it impossible for outsiders to recognize a girl's voice; they would simply mistake her for a boy whose voice hadn't fully changed. Furthermore, her makeup was so effective that she looked like a boy no matter how you looked at her.

The son of the previous leader, the nephew of the current one. If someone is favored by their elders, it's normal for them to be willful and naive. The people of the Sun Tribe didn't think anything of her being a girl, nor did they see anything wrong with her interrupting the negotiation. Even Ming, who was standing across from her, thought it perfectly normal for Qiao Yu, given her status and personality, to speak to someone from the Sun Tribe in this way.

The man watched for a while and saw that although Qiao Yu was trembling with fear, she still kept her mouth tightly closed, and her clear eyes looked at him stubbornly.

He smiled in confusion and turned to look at the tree: "Do you also think we should have a hundred bowls of salt?"

Shu seemed startled by his sudden voice, but he still nodded calmly, "Yes, one hundred bowls of salt."

The man smiled and nodded. "I admire your courage." He shook his head and said, "Give it to him."

Someone immediately came forward and placed a basket of salt in front of the tree.

Today, when she was exchanging MSG for salt, Qiao Yu also padded the rattan basket with several layers of leaves to ensure it wouldn't leak. Then, as she received the salt, she poured it into the basket bowl by bowl. She kept count in her mind, and when she had poured a hundred bowls of salt, she would exchange the basket for another one.

So the tree knows what a hundred bowls of salt look like.

Seeing that the amount of salt in the rattan basket was about the same as the hundred bowls of salt Qiao Yu had collected, he turned to Dali and asked, "Where are the shrimp I asked you to raise?"

Dali quickly ran to where the luggage was placed, took out a bamboo tube and handed it to Shu.

Everyone looked at the bamboo tube, then at Qiao Yu. Fearing that the people from the Sun Tribe would notice, they quickly retracted their gaze, pretending nothing had happened, but their hearts were boiling like boiling water.

On the first day of their journey from the valley tribe, Qiao Yu went to the river and scooped up a small basket of shrimp. He kept a dozen or so in a bamboo tube and solemnly handed them to Dali, asking him to feed them carefully and bring them to the trade fair, ensuring that at least half of the shrimp were still alive by the end of the fair. Qiao Yu dried the remaining shrimp, but he didn't grind them into shrimp powder after drying.

At the time, no one knew what Qiao Yu was planning. Now, it seems she anticipated that the Sun Tribe would force them to hand over the recipe after seeing the MSG. So, she prepared everything.

Thinking of this, everyone's panicked hearts suddenly calmed down a lot.

Given Yu's intelligence, since she had anticipated this, she must have a solution.

Shu handed the bamboo tube to the man. "This is what MSG is made of. This is shrimp. They live in places with water. We caught them in the pond."

In order to prevent the Sun Tribe from diverting its attention to the river, the people from the Dragon Tribe had agreed on a plan before arriving, stating that all fish and shrimp would be caught in the pond.

The man took a look at the bamboo tube, reached out and fished out the shrimp inside. He saw that it was a translucent creature half the size of his little finger with tentacles on it. He couldn't help but frown.

"You're not lying to me?" he asked, staring at the tree.

"How dare I?" The tree smiled bitterly.

Qiao Yu gave Man a nudge with his elbow.

He understood what was going on and walked to Qiao Yu's wicker basket. He rummaged through it and found the dried shrimps wrapped in leaves.

He walked over and handed the dried shrimp to the man: "After the shrimp is dried, it becomes like this. Dry the shrimp and then crush it with stones, and that's what we exchanged for MSG."

The man took the dried shrimp and compared it with the live shrimp. He found that they looked exactly the same except for the color.

He thought for a moment and said, "Is that all?"

The tree nodded: "That's it."

"If you lie to me, your tribe will be doomed." The man's gloomy eyes swept across the tree's face, waved his hand, and turned away.

The person next to him, holding the bamboo tube, hurried to catch up. Others also followed.

Seeing the group of people disappear from sight, Ming breathed a sigh of relief and ran over to Shu, saying, "You are really brave. Didn't you see that he was wearing a tiger skin and the feathers on his head were extremely rare?"

Qiao Yu asked curiously, "Is he the leader of the Sun Tribe?"

"How is that possible?" Ming gave her a displeased look. "The leader of the Sun Tribe is so noble, how could he bother to argue with a small tribe like yours over a piece of MSG? He's the head of the Sun Tribe."

Everyone in the Dragon Tribe was shocked.

A leader of the Sun Tribe was more impressive than anyone they had ever seen.

Qiao Yu turned into a curious baby and continued to ask, "The leader of the Sun Tribe wears tiger skin, so what does their leader wear?"

Ming glanced at her, then turned to the tree with a strange look in his eyes. "You're not thinking about how to get out of here, and you still have the time to ask what the leader of the Sun Tribe is wearing?"

Qiao Yu blinked and insisted, "I'm just curious."

Ming looked at her calmly and replied, "Have you seen the bag the Sun Tribe people use to store salt? It's made of hemp, and it's very precious. The leader of the Sun Tribe wears hemp clothes."

"Oh, that's it." Qiao Yu nodded.

Ming opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing that Shu had no reaction to Qiao Yu's behavior, not to mention scolding him, he didn't even try to stop him. He finally closed his mouth, turned around and walked back to the back of his stall.

After he left, Mancai asked Qiao Yu in a low voice: "Yu, what should we do?"

"Don't be afraid." Qiao Yu said, "We only have thirty people now. Even if they send people to attack us, how many people do you think they can send?"

After thinking for a while, Man said, "Fifty or sixty people at most?"

Qiao Yu nodded. "That's right. After all, it's just a MSG. We're a small tribe with so few people. They don't take us seriously at all. And as long as they dare to send fifty or sixty people, I'm confident that they will never return."

Everyone nodded.

They were nominally over thirty, but with the addition of the twenty or so from the Stone Tribe, there were actually over fifty. They had bows and arrows, and a wise and brave Yu, so if they faced fifty or sixty Sun Tribe men, their chances of victory were quite good.

However, although the chances of winning are great, casualties are inevitable.

"We have almost moved out our things. How about we sneak away quietly?" someone said.

Although I was bullied this time, I still gained a lot. It's no problem to slip away now.

Qiao Yu shook his head: "Let's wait and see, there's no rush."

The Sun Tribe also had factions, and their internal struggles were even more complex than those of the Shanyin Tribe. Even if he traded a hundred bowls of salt for the MSG recipe, that man still had the upper hand. If he were to send retaliatory forces against the Valley Tribe, their inner circle would undoubtedly make a big fuss about it.

Even if that person was narrow-minded, he would wait until the end of the trade fair and then send people to ambush them halfway. He would not cause trouble at the trade fair.

So, there is no need to leave early.