After ten years in the apocalypse, Qiao Yu died in battle. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated to primitive society.
Her father, Shan, the tribal chief, was bitten by a tige...
Although he was still a captive and could not become Yu's right-hand man like Man and Liushui, he felt that with Yu's broad mind, as long as they performed well, she would definitely accept them and treat them equally. As long as he performed well, he would be valued by Yu.
It can be said that he found the direction of his life efforts in the Dragon Tribe.
And Yu, after hearing about her deeds, seeing what she did, and the unique things she created, she became the person he admired the most.
So when he saw Qiao Yu bargaining with the people of the Sun Tribe and asking for fifty more bowls of salt, he began to think about the deeper meaning behind it.
He didn't think Yu was being foolish, nor did he think the Valley Tribe would necessarily be the one being oppressed in this battle. Although the Sun Tribe had over a thousand people and the Valley Tribe only had over thirty, meaning the Sun Tribe could easily destroy Yu with just a flick of their finger, he was confident that if the man sent people to attack Yu, they would definitely suffer.
Having reached a consensus with Dian, Qiang turned and said to Menghu, "If our Stone Tribe captured the people of the Valley Tribe, do you think we could do what they did? Let everyone in their tribe survive the snowy season safely, without freezing or starving to death, living in the same place, eating the same food, doing the same things. And yet you're not grateful, but instead you're resentful about having your weapons confiscated and abandoning them when they're in danger. It's because of you that they're wary of us, don't you understand?"
Menghu's face turned red and white at what he said.
"Run, where can you run to? Where is our place? If you run away, where will your wife and children be? They are still in the Dragon Tribe. Have you ever thought about what will happen to them if you run away like this?"
Qiang finished speaking, snorted coldly, and walked back to the back of the stall.
Dian patted the tiger's shoulder and followed him back.
Seeing that not only were the people from the Valley Tribe holding a small meeting, but even the people from the Stone Tribe were gathered together and whispering, he was extremely upset. He couldn't help but call a few of his confidants and asked them, "Do you think we still need to cooperate with the Valley Tribe?"
"Forget it," said Chen, one of his men. "That guy named Yu is obviously a spoiled brat, and Pian Shu doesn't discipline him. He lets him talk nonsense and offends the people of the Sun Tribe. A tribe like that is not a good partner at all."
"Not necessarily." The man named Kuangfeng disagreed with his point of view.
"Kuangfeng, why do you say that?" everyone asked curiously.
"That's exactly why they are good partners." Kuangfeng said.
He glanced at Ming and noticed that Ming seemed to be lost in thought. He continued, "If the leader of the Valley Tribe is particularly powerful, and we merge into it, we'll really have no choice but to listen to his orders. After all, we're new here, and we agreed from the beginning not to fight for the position of leader."
"But what if the problem isn't with us, but with their own leader? It's because their leader is incompetent, unfair, and stupid. If we just use a little bit of skill, their people won't object to Ming being their leader. They're a small tribe with little experience, so why should they lead us? With such a fool as our leader, how can we compete with Lei? So, Ming will have to be the leader in the end, right?"
Everyone nodded in agreement at this.
"What about the Stone Tribe?" someone else asked.
Kuangfeng glanced at the Giant Stone Tribe and said, "Let's see what their attitude is after this incident. I think that Dian is much smarter than Shu."
"No matter what..." Ming said, "We have to cooperate with the Valley Tribe and the Stone Tribe. If necessary, we can help the people of the Valley Tribe."
Everyone nodded: "Okay."
"Look, the electricity is going to find a tree." someone shouted.
Everyone turned around and saw Dian walking towards the valley tribe. He called Shu aside and started whispering.
Ming and Kuangfeng looked at each other and walked over.
As I got closer, I heard the tree talking to the electricity: "Since we are in similar situations, I would like to ask for your help."
Seeing Ming coming over, Shu closed his mouth vigilantly and looked at Ming with distrust.
Ming was determined to continue cooperating with the Valley Tribe and, of course, didn't want Shu to misunderstand him. He quickly said, "Shu, I'm here to check on you. Are you all right? Is there anything I can help you with?"
After hearing this, Shu's expression brightened. He nodded towards Ming and said gratefully, "Thank you very much."
He glanced at Ming, as if trying to determine if what he had just said was sincere. Perhaps sensing Ming's sincerity, he spoke, "I'd like you and Dian to do us a favor and trade our dried meat for salt. Since we've offended the Sun Tribe, we probably won't be able to attend the fair for a long time."
Upon hearing this request, the smile on his face became more sincere: "It's a small matter, no problem. I have a lot of people who can be used. It's no problem to replace as many as you want."
He had seen how much the Valley Tribe had exchanged for goods today. The Sun Tribe had traded away all the MSG, and the Sun Tribe mostly traded for salt. Therefore, the Valley Tribe didn't have much dried meat to exchange. Knowing this, Ming was able to speak so generously.
Large quantities of salt were usually exchanged during the one or two days leading up to the trade fair, and each tribe was required to exchange a certain amount of salt. Trading large quantities of dried meat for salt at this time would undoubtedly draw the attention of the Sun Tribe. Therefore, if the Valley Tribe wanted to exchange large quantities of salt, they would clearly not agree.
As expected, Shu waved his hand and said, "It's not much, just four wicker baskets. Our tribe and the Stone Tribe will each exchange one wicker basket. You can just send a few people to help us exchange two wicker baskets."
Ming felt relieved and said repeatedly, "That's no problem." He paused and asked, "Is it urgent for you? If so, I'll ask them to go exchange it tomorrow morning. If not, I'll ask them to exchange it separately, which is safer."
He wanted to find out the valley tribe's future action plan.
"No rush," said Shu. "Didn't we send people back to the tribe? We have to wait for them to come back. Even if we have almost everything we have, we probably won't be able to leave until the trade fair is over."
"Don't worry," Ming said. His opinion of the tree dropped even further.
Instead of leaving early, they waited here for the people from the Sun Tribe to make things difficult for them. The people from the same tribe were so unaware of the worry and were still chatting and laughing there. He really didn't know what to say.
But this was a good thing for him. The more incompetent the tree was, the more popular he would be in the new tribe.