It was also hard for Bu'er to lead the team here. Thanks to him, the Tiger Tribe can cooperate with the Rat Tribe with peace of mind.
Ling Yun was not stingy with Bu'er. After agreeing to Bu'er's request, he asked someone to tell Pu Su to prepare three meters of linen for Bu'er to take away.
As for whether he would bring back only the females for himself or distribute them equally, Ling Yun didn't care.
Ling Yun personally settled the rat beastmen, and Pu Su also had someone send some meat.
For the rat tribe who eat everything, meat is a rare delicacy that makes them salivate.
"These are animal skins for exchange, please count them." Pu Su said.
"No need to order. We believe the Tiger Tribe will not deceive us."
Bu'er's words were very pleasing to the ear, and Pu Su couldn't help but feel a bit favorable towards these short rat-tribe orcs. He then added a few words, "Although these hides were tanned during last year's winter, they've been aired twice this year and haven't been used. They're all very good hides. Our tribe leader specifically instructed that half of the hides we're giving you this time will be lighter, perfect for making clothes now. We'll stock up on thicker hides for you during the winter."
"That's great! Thanks to your help, many of the cubs and females in our tribe wouldn't have survived the last cold season."
The rat tribe basically has no hunting ability and has little chance of obtaining meat and animal skins, so the rat tribe's clothes are very precious. A piece of leather can be worn for several years after being patched together, especially for males, who may wear a piece of leather for their entire lives.
Clothes will definitely lose their warmth retention if they are washed and worn over and over again. Buer was not exaggerating. Last winter was extremely cold. If it weren't for the new leather from the tiger tribe, they would have really been frozen to death.
The tiger tribe was willing to exchange meat and leather for potatoes, which really raised the living standards of the rat tribe by more than one level.
"From now on, our two tribes are friends, so please stop being polite."
Pu Su's old face was wrinkled with laughter. Since Bu'er didn't know the numbers, he said goodbye.
He had never expected that at his age, he would be entrusted by the chief to be in charge of all manufacturing matters in the tribe. Although Pu Su had worked hard this year, he seemed to be a dozen years younger in spirit.
He still has to go back and weave.
Ever since Lin Qiu said that Song Mu had a talent for being a doctor, Song Mu often practiced with animal skins at home.
He cut a hole in the fresh carcass of the beast and then sewed it up.
Now Song Mu was thinking about how many stitches should be needed for a wound of any size and how deep the stitches should be to ensure that the wound heals, reduce pain, and facilitate stitch removal.
Song Mu stared at the bone needle in his hand seriously, his brows slightly furrowed due to excessive concentration.
Lin Qiu passed by, took a look, then stepped back, looking at Song Mu and said, "You look especially sexy like this."
A cold-faced doctor or something like that has a different kind of feeling. Song Mu's slender fingers hold the bone needle, and the clean white fingertips contrast with the bloody wound, which is very visually impactful.
Song Mu stopped what he was doing and looked at Lin Qiu: "What do you mean by sexy?"
Lin Qiu pursed his lips, a cunning look flashing in his eyes: "I don't know."
Song Mu looked at Lin Qiu's expression and chuckled softly. He washed his hands with water and said, "Even if you don't say it, I know it."
He just noticed that Lin Qiu had been staring at his hand, so he stretched out his hand in front of Lin Qiu and gently touched her nose.
Males are always good at showing off to females.
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