The morale of the rat orcs seemed to be very low. Ling Yun said, "You must be tired after walking for so long. I'll find a place for you to rest. I'll have someone bring you some meat later."
After Ling Yun finished speaking, the leader of the rat tribe just mumbled twice in agreement.
They walked to the farmland outside the Tiger Tribe and saw a well in the middle of the field. "Is that the well?"
Ling Yun nodded: "In order to prevent the water in the well from evaporating too quickly, our tribe built a pavilion to cover it."
"Does it really have water all the time during the summer?"
Ling Yun then realized something was wrong: "Of course, although the water level has dropped since then, these three wells have persisted until the rainy season without drying up. Isn't that the case in your tribe?"
As Ling Yun finished speaking, the leading rat orc ran to the well, knelt down and cried, "We should support Bu'er."
"Why didn't Buerta come?" Ling Yun had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Bulta...is dead."
"What?"
Under Ling Yun's questioning, he learned what had happened in the Rat Tribe since the severe drought.
The chief of the rat tribe did not support Bu'er's suggestion to dig a well in the scorching heat for fear of wasting time. As a result, Bu'er died of heatstroke after digging a well alone for a whole night.
Because there was not enough water for irrigation, the leader of the rat tribe asked everyone to harvest the potatoes before they grew big two days later. However, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the pond they had stored dried up into a small bay, making it difficult to get water.
Before the rainy season arrived, half of the orcs in the rat tribe died.
Ling Yun's mind flashed to Bu'er's face. He was somewhat annoyed by the Rat Tribe's actions, but there was nothing he could do. "Since your potato harvest is poor, why are you still sending them to us in the winter?"
"This is our agreement, and we must abide by it no matter what. We said we would give you half of this batch, and this is it."
Ling Yun took a look at the potatoes they brought and said, "If you don't need animal skins, take them back. Although our tribe's food supply is a bit tight, it can still make it through the cold season. Since you've already lost so many of your tribesmen, the remaining ones should survive."
Ling Yun was a good tiger, and he felt a little sympathy.
The rat orcs' hearts trembled: "Don't you want to cooperate with us?"
For the Rat Tribe, being able to establish a good cooperative relationship with the Tiger Tribe is a reliable guarantee.
Ling Yun said, "You misunderstood. If the harvest is good next year, you can still ship potatoes here."
"Really?" The Rat Tribe orc's eyes sparkled, tears welling in their sockets. "Chief Ling Yun, we truly know we were wrong. We shouldn't have ignored the advice of your tribe's messenger. From now on, our tribe will completely obey your instructions."
It was the first time that Ling Yun saw this kind of expression on a male's face. He felt a chill in the middle of winter. A gust of wind blew over and froze him through.
"Okay, I'll arrange for you to stay, eat something and rest, then hurry back to the tribe. If the snow gets heavier in two days, you won't be able to leave."
Ling Yun didn't plan to trade, so he found an orc to arrange the rat tribe and returned home. After thinking it over, he told Lin Qiu about the rat tribe.
"What a pity for Bu'er." Lin Qiu thought Bu'er was a very interesting orc. However, survival in the world of orcs is inherently difficult, and things are unpredictable. She sighed and added, "However, the attitude of the rat tribe also shows that our tribe has actually been pushed to a relatively high position in everyone's hearts."
As the chief of the Tiger Clan, Ling Yun was naturally very proud: "This is all thanks to you, Xiaoqiu!"
Lin Qiu said, "In that case, I think with our current reputation, we can slowly build the Tiger Tribe into the center of the Somali Continent. Our tribe is inherently easy to defend and difficult to attack, and our current defenses are sufficient for the time being, so there's nothing to worry about."
"Center?" Ling Yun asked, "What do we need to do to become the center?"
"If everyone comes to trade here before the rainy season, wouldn't that save us a lot of effort?" Lin Qiu said. "The previous trading center was too far away from us. When we came back last year, we were almost drenched by the rain."
"That's very convenient."
"And if we can centralize and redistribute all the tribes' supplies, not only will our tribe's orcs be able to use the goodies from all over the Somali Continent first, but we can also attract some underage females to join us. Ling Yun, what do you think?"
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