Shansen nodded happily: "Just go ahead and ask, even if they don’t have it, it’s fine, we can exchange so other items."
Looking at the orc’s sincere expression, Ying San thought for a mont and quietly asked in his ear: "Do mbers of your tribe get worm disease?"
Upon hearing the words ’worm disease,’ Shansen and another orc from the Mountain Tribe’s face went pale, and it took a while for them to recover before looking at Ying San with so astonishnt: "Um, many of our tribespeople do have it, why do you ask?"
Ying San chuckled: "If that’s the case, I have a suggestion for you. You can use the wild beasts you hunt to exchange for dicine powder that cures worm disease."
"Your tribe has dicine powder that can cure worm disease?"
Ying San proudly jutted his chin: "Of course, and this dicine powder for curing worm disease isn’t cheap, do you want it?"
"I... We can exchange?" Shansen was a bit flabbergasted.
The dicine powder for curing worm disease was sothing they had heard about, brought by an orc who had wandered over from Eneru Forest.
It was said to be concocted by a Shaman Disciple, and that once you consu the dicine powder, you will never get worm disease again; it was quite miraculous.
Ying San nodded: "I have three dosages of the dicine powder for curing worm disease with right now. If you want it, I can exchange it with you."
Doubt filled the eyes of the other orc from the Mountain Tribe: "You have it?"
Ying San nodded: "In our tribe, these dicine powders can be exchanged with ga. These are what I exchanged before and haven’t used. Do you want them?"
Seeing their uncertain eyes, Ying San knew they doubted the authenticity of the dicine powder. He took out a small leaf-wrapped package from his bosom and handed it to Shansen: "This is a dosage of the dicine powder. If you don’t trust it, you can find a beast to test it on, preferably one from your own tribe.
If it doesn’t work, then forget it.
If it’s effective, then you give items of equal value to that package, how about that?"
With Ying San saying this, the doubts in the hearts of Shansen and the other orc dissipated greatly.
Shansen looked at him: "I don’t know how you’d like to exchange these three dosages of dicine powder?"
Ying San smiled and looked at him: "I’ll give you all three dosages of dicine powder, and you just give a Humming Beast in return."
Three dosages of the precious dicine powder for curing worm disease just for one Humming Beast?
Ying San touched his nose: "Our Shaman really likes the yellow fruit from your tribe. When the fruit in your territory is ripe, could you bring so over to ?"
A small trade between the three beasts was then established.
In the evening, Ying San ca to the Mountain Tribe’s tent, also carrying half of a pickled Humming Beast: "For this half of the pickled Humming Beast, you exchange one and a half Humming Beasts, how about that?"
The Mountain Tribe orcs, already intoxicated by the pickled at, imdiately nodded vigorously: "No problem, no problem."
Shansen stood up and went inside the tent, bringing out a large backpack: "Here is a whole Humming Beast, we’ve already prepared it, you can just take it away.
The remaining half we will bring to you after tomorrow’s hunt."
...
The trade eting held by the Watson Tribe continued for almost ten days, and the last tribe left on the eleventh day.
With the trade eting participants gone, the orcs of the Watson Tribe who produced salt got busy again.
The patrolling orcs were now divided into two teams: one for patrolling and one for cleaning up the garbage on the beach.
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