There was also a stall opposite them, but it was not as long as the one opposite them.

Shu used to let his brother make all the decisions, and he was too lazy to use his brain, so his performance was mediocre. Now that he was the team leader, he had more decisions to make. With Qiao Yu's guidance, he was becoming more intelligent. And with Shan as his brother, he, a brother from the same mother, couldn't be that stupid.

He looked at Shuo with an unhappy expression and said coldly, "We are not close to you. We were just like good brothers on the road just now, but at the critical moment, you ran faster than anyone else."

Only those who are simple-minded and incompetent lose their temper. Shu's behavior made Shu despise him even more.

He didn't get angry, but smiled and said, "These guys were so eager to grab a spot that they ran away so fast. I couldn't stop them even if I called out. I'm really sorry, brother."

Shu ignored him and walked with his men to the other side to put the things down.

"It'll be dark soon. Let's not put the dried meat out today. We can just use the animal skins to fill the space." Qiao Yu whispered to the tree, "I'm going to go shopping first."

When Shu heard this, he put down his hand that was about to take the animal skin and said, "I'll go with you."

"I'll go with you too." Man Ye said.

"Okay, you two follow, and the rest of you stay here and watch things." Qiao Yu said, waiting for Shu to leave first before she followed.

She first looked at the things on the stall next door.

"Everyone, take a look. If there is anything you like, feel free to come and exchange it." A man in his thirties came up and greeted with a smile.

Shu looked at him obscurely, then asked respectfully, "Which tribe are you from?"

Small tribes have fewer people, and the same people always come to the trade fair every year. Although he couldn't call out their names, he knew their faces and knew which tribe they were from. These people in front of him looked unfamiliar, so they must be from a larger tribe.

"My name is Ming, and I'm from the Shanyin tribe. You are from the Valley tribe, right?" The other party's attitude was very good.

"Yes, yes. My name is Shu." Shu said quickly.

Ming turned around and glanced at everyone in the valley tribe, then asked Shu, "Who is your leader?"

Shu was a little nervous, but he still told Ming the story that Qiao Yu had made up.

Ming seemed a little disappointed to learn that the leader of the Valley Tribe hadn't come. However, he still had a good chat with Shu. After exchanging pleasantries, Shu and Qiao Yu said goodbye.

After walking a few steps, they heard Ming talking to Shuo behind them. Judging from the content of their conversation, the two sides seemed to have exchanged greetings just now and their attitudes were quite familiar.

Thinking about the things that were displayed on Ming's stall just now, they were just the same as those in the small tribe, just dried meat, animal skins and wild fruits, and there were no other special things. Qiao Yu became more and more curious about Ming.

She whispered to the tree, "Have you seen him before? What tribe used to set up a stall here?"

Shu shook his head. "I haven't seen it. As for the tribes that set up the stalls, it varies. Sometimes it's the Shanyin tribe, sometimes it's the Shen tribe. They are all the less powerful people from these two tribes."

Qiao Yu nodded, thoughtfully.

Social class distinctions exist everywhere, and primitive society is no exception. People in primitive society wore animal skins, but the differences in clothing could be seen at a glance.

Generally speaking, the higher a person's status, the rarer the animal skin they wore. If a person wore a tiger skin, as the tiger is the king of the mountain, then this person must be a tribal leader.

Furthermore, the Sun Tribe also liked to wear feathers on their heads to distinguish them from other tribes. The colors of the feathers varied depending on their social status. The higher the rank, the more vibrant the feathers. Even if ordinary people were gifted with beautiful feathers, they wouldn't dare wear them, believing it was an act of usurpation.

Judging from what Yiming was wearing, he was not an ordinary person.

Obviously Shu had also thought of this at this time, and he also understood the purpose of Qiao Yu's question.

He said in a very low voice: "The internal strife in the Shanyin tribe is very intense."

Qiao Yu nodded.

Shan also told Qiao Yu about this situation.

The Shanyin Tribe was originally considered a large tribe. Before the Sun Tribe annexed the Fire Tribe and took possession of the salt mines, the Sun Tribe, the Shanyin Tribe, and the God Tribe were all roughly the same size.

However, the Sun Tribe has risen, becoming increasingly powerful, with a population exceeding a thousand. The Shanyin Tribe has been plagued by internal strife, and its population has plummeted from over five hundred to just over three hundred in a few decades. The God Tribe, on the other hand, remains much the same as before.

Thinking back to what Ming had just asked the leader of the Valley Tribe and how he had been chatting enthusiastically with Shuo from the Boulder Tribe, Qiao Yu couldn't help but doubt Ming's intention of setting up a stall here.

Although the three of them were talking as they walked, Qiao Yu's eyes never missed the stalls they passed by. Suddenly, she said "Huh" and stopped.

Shu followed her gaze and whispered, "Ah, it's Tao."

It is not surprising that there is Tao at the stall. What is strange is that the person running the stall is not from the Sun Tribe with feathers on their heads.

Could it be that the Shanyin tribe or the Shen tribe also made pottery?

Qiao Yu said cheerfully, "Let's go take a look."

"This is Tao." Shu said.

The three of them walked up to the stall and looked at the pottery on display.

The pottery here was similar to what Qiao Yu had made: jars, bowls, and basin-like objects. It looked like they were hand-molded, with irregular shapes, thicker in places, thinner in others, and varying in size. They had painted designs on the pottery with tree branches, and at first glance, it looked more refined than the pottery from the valley tribe.

The clay they used was different from that of the Valley Tribe, and the pottery was more reddish. As for the durability, Qiao Yu had not used it before, so he did not know how hard it was.

"How do I exchange this?" Qiao Yu asked the stall owner, pointing to a ceramic bowl that was about the same size as hers.

There were three men and two women setting up the stall, and judging by their appearance and age, they looked like a family.

People from small tribes don't bring their women to the trade fair because they are afraid that they will be spotted and snatched away by people from large tribes, or that women will hook up with men from large tribes and marry themselves off, making the tribe, which is already short of women, even more short of women.

But the big tribes don’t have such concerns.

Therefore, there were women at the trade fair, and these women were from the Sun Tribe, the Shanyin Tribe, and the God Tribe.

At this time, those people were busy dealing with others. A middle-aged woman came over and pointed at a bowl in front of her and replied, "Ten bowls of dried meat."

Qiao Yu took a look at the bowl and found that it was larger than the large bowl she used to eat noodles before the end of the world, and was almost the size of a small basin.

Ten bowls of dried meat like this, accompanied by some wild fruits, are enough food for a middle-aged man for the entire winter.

This price is too high.

"What about this?" Qiao Yu asked, pointing to a jar.

This jar was about the same size as the one she had made, and except for the designs painted on it, it was nothing like her jar in any other way.