"What are we going to do about the annual tribal exchange this year?!"
The hyena leader rubbed his sore rear end where he'd been kicked, glancing back at the receding tribe. He gritted his teeth and said resentfully, "Hmph, it's just a few Miaomiao Beasts, right? If they can raise them, so can we!"
"And that wild grass they're growing! The seeds can apparently be ground into a tasty white powder. I saw similar grass a few days ago while hunting. We'll go dig some up from the forest and plant it! Then we can take it to the city for trade!"
The Clan Leader's expression flickered with excitement. He forgot all about punishing him and stroked his grayish-white beard. "I never thought a little brat like you could be so clever. That's right! If they can plant and raise things, so can we!"
"Quick! Back to the tribe! We have to tell everyone about this."
"We'll start preparing today. Then we'll never have to fear famine during the Great Cold Season again!"
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