Jingluo’s eyes were already red by now. Life was indeed hard for the Aquatic Clan, with the number of newborn cubs born each year far less than the Orcs lost during hunting. As they watched their tribe dwindling, no creature was left untroubled.
But the food from the sea was too cold and too harmful for the females’ bodies, making only a few of them able to give birth to cubs, with most unable to bear offspring in their lifeti.
Moreover, many females would die during pregnancy due to the accumulation of excessive cold within their bodies.
The cubs that were born successfully were only possible because nurous Orcs risked their lives to find food for them.
Ji Nuan slid a porcelain bowl filled with stir-fried purple berries toward them: "This is stir-fried purple berries, give it a try."
The two Orcs blinked, sniffed, and then picked up the spoons on the table, scooping so of the stir-fried purple berries into their mouths.
The crispy and fragrant stir-fried purple berries burst in their mouths as they chewed, imdiately uplifting their slightly mournful mood.
Indeed, food can heal everything.
Seeing their eyes, Ji Nuan knew that they took a great liking to the stir-fried purple berries, but still asked with a hint of boastfulness: "How is it?"
The Whale Priest exclaid: "I never imagined that there could be such delicious food, it’s really..."
It’s really like living in vain for hundreds of years.
anwhile, Jingluo was shoveling the remaining stir-fried purple berries from the bowl into his mouth with his spoon.
His cheeks puffed up, and he kept nodding, squeaking affirmations while eating – the shine in his eyes probably praising the flavor of the stir-fried purple berries.
"The sea produce from the Aquatic Tribe is different from our hunted ga, so the exchange amount will depend on the sea produce you bring over.
But at most, we can only exchange enough stir-fried purple berries to fill a hundred carrying baskets for you."
Ji Nuan looked at the two Orcs.
Jingluo looked at her pitifully: "Can’t we have a bit more?"
Ji Nuan forced a smile: "We need to reserve so purple berries for the cold season ourselves, and we need a small portion for trading with other tribes. What we give to the Whale Tribe is already the majority. Besides..."
She pointed to the cakes: "There are also cakes, with both food types together, it should be enough for the females in your tribe to survive the whole cold season."
The two Orcs nodded, as there was no other way, since after all, her tribe also needed to survive the cold season.
"As for the cakes, we can provide you more of those, but both foods are very ti-consuming to make. We cannot keep making them, so let’s set the quantity at two hundred large carrying baskets."
The Whale Priest nodded, agreeing on the terms of the exchange.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, may I know how your tribe trades ceramics?"
The Whale Priest looked at Ji Nuan with a hopeful expression.
Ji Nuan showed a conflicted and troubled expression: "I’m sorry, Whale Priest, currently we are not able to trade ceramics."
The Whale Priest felt anxious: "Why is that? We can trade a lot of goods for it."
Ji Nuan sighed, picking up the bowl that had contained the stir-fried purple berries: "Whale Priest, take a look at this bowl."
Seeing Ji Nuan’s serious expression, the Whale Priest suppressed his eagerness and took the sowhat coarse bowl, examining it carefully before frowning at Ji Nuan: "What does this bowl have to do with ceramics?"
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