So everyone rushed to express their opinions.
"That's definitely not acceptable. We've already moved away, so we can't move back and ask the people of the Stone Tribe to go back to their tribe, right?"
"If it were still before, we would definitely have to carefully consider the pros and cons of this. But now we've moved, and moved so far away. Even if the Sun Tribe, the God Tribe, and the Shanyin Tribe started fighting, it wouldn't affect us, right? And if we lure Ming close to us, and he accidentally discovers our secret, we'll be doomed."
"Right, right. Let's just develop our own business and leave them alone."
Someone named Tu also expressed a different opinion: "We can first let Ming and his men join us. We don't have over a hundred people now, we have three hundred. If they join and find something is wrong, can they still withdraw? Once they join, our population will increase to four hundred in an instant, and we won't even be afraid of the God Tribe."
"Don't say that, Tu's words make a lot of sense." The man who had previously suggested ignoring Ming was immediately convinced by Tu's argument. He turned around and looked at Qiao Yu with sparkling eyes. "If that's the case, we've picked up over a hundred people for nothing."
"Very good. What you said makes sense. It shows that you are all smart. As long as you think more about the situation, you will make the right decision."
Qiao Yu glanced around and noticed that as soon as she spoke, everyone fell silent, as if they had already made a decision and didn't need further discussion. So she expressed her thoughts, "But we're all going to be members of a tribe in the future, and using deception to get them to join isn't a good idea. I plan to have a frank talk with Ming. If they're willing to join with more than a hundred people, we'd be very welcome."
Hearing her say this, someone got anxious: "What if he doesn't want to? Didn't you leak our secret? Will we be unable to attend the trade fair in the future?"
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Qiao Yu said.
"We believe in Yu."
"Yes, Yu, do as you think."
Qiao Yu's smart personality is so deeply rooted in people's hearts that even if some people disagree with her approach, everyone immediately expresses their opinions and lets her do what she wants.
They believed that someone as smart as Yu would handle this matter properly and obtain the greatest benefits for the tribe.
Ming chatted with Dian for a while before returning to his stall. From his expression, it was clear that he hadn't gotten the result he wanted.
Naturally, there would be no result. After all, electricity cannot dominate the Stone Tribe.
It was already dark by this time, so everyone ate something and went to bed.
The next day after breakfast, Qiao Yu called Guang over and handed him the yam seedlings she had brought. "Here are ten yam seedlings. Tomorrow, go exchange them for ten ramie seedlings from the Sun Tribe. While you're there, ask around for news on the God Tribe and the Shanyin Tribe. It'd be great if you can find out, but it doesn't matter if you can't. Your safety is most important, understand?"
Then she pointed at Shanshi and said, "Let Shanshi go with you, and tell him that the tribe is worried about you taking the yam seedlings alone. If the Sun Tribe doesn't want Shanshi to go with you and only wants you to go alone, then forget it. No matter what, your safety is paramount."
"Okay." Guang took the sweet potato seedlings wrapped in tree bags and wet mud, and left the stall with the rocks.
After Guang and Shanshi left, Qiao Yu took Shu to visit the stalls.
Man and Liushui also came along this time. These two had gotten the hang of selling things the last time, and Qiao Yu brought them along this time to continue cultivating their business sense.
This time, the new items, straw sandals, shrimp powder and broth, still depend on these two people to sell, so Qiao Yu left them to look after the base camp.
Qiao Yu wandered around hoping to find some edible plants, but she was rather disappointed. After walking around, she found nothing surprising.
As she was walking, she saw someone hurriedly walking towards the Valley Tribe, saying as they walked, "Hurry, hurry up, there's a delicious meat soup at the Valley Tribe."
"Meat soup?" The person next to him sneered, "You're not from a small tribe. You haven't even tasted meat soup. Why are you so excited?"
Only tribes with pottery can afford to drink broth.
"Hey, you don't know, their broth is really delicious. Come on, go and try it and you'll know."
Qiao Yu and Shu looked at each other, and then they stopped shopping and turned back.
From a distance, the two saw a group of people gathered in front of the Valley Tribe's stall. The people standing in front were holding ceramic bowls and drinking broth.
"Do you know why our broth tastes so good?" Man was standing somewhere, towering over everyone else. He held up a small, emerald green bamboo tube. "It contains MSG. Just add a little bit when you cook the soup, and the whole pot of broth will taste delicious."
"Ah? Really? You are not lying to us?" someone asked.
Qiao Yu had a good memory and recognized that this man was the old man from the Sun Tribe who was the first to come and buy raw potatoes during the snow season and was very good at bargaining.
The old man probably bought something new from their stall last time, so he came back this time. As a result, he drank their Dragon Tribe broth with shrimp powder.
"Haha, this uncle is joking. Our Valley Tribe is a small tribe. No matter how bold we are, we wouldn't dare to deceive you, right? If you don't believe me, I can give it a try."
As he spoke, he waved his hand to the crowd below. Qiao Yu stood far away and only saw a few people move, but he didn't know what they were doing.
Man Ze stood on a high place and said, "I'll have our tribesmen make a new broth. You can watch us add water and meat. When it's done, everyone can taste the broth without MSG first, and then drink a bowl of the one with MSG."
At this point, he smiled and said, "But our small tribe is poor, and many people starved to death during the snow season. So we can't afford to give away the broth. For the broth you drink, you have to exchange it for salt or dried meat. The price is still the same as before, a small bamboo tube of dried meat for a bowl of broth."
As he spoke, he raised a bamboo tube in his left hand. This bamboo tube was one-third the size of the pottery bowl he had used to exchange for dried meat.
"Why does that broth without MSG also require a bamboo tube of dried meat?" someone asked unwillingly.
"Uh." Man scratched his head in embarrassment. "That can be given as a gift. But it can only be a little soup, and there is no meat in the soup."
Everyone was satisfied: "Okay."
Having said that, he stood there obediently waiting for the broth to be cooked.
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