She leaned close to Wu Yue's ear and whispered, "A lot of our tribespeople want to eat meat. I'll go back and tell Amu. For now, you should prioritize trading with people from our Collection Team."
Wu Yue's eyes lit up. The two young females let out the same sly giggle. 'They were a couple of clever little imps.'
The woven bag for collecting bitter greens had started to come apart, so Wu Yue simply repaired it, fashioned it into a simple grass sandal, and slipped it onto Qingcao's foot. "Let me walk you back."
Qingcao waved her hand dismissively. "No need, the wound doesn't hurt at all anymore."
With that, she quickly darted out of the cave and ran off.
Wu Yue shook her head helplessly. She hung up the meat she was keeping for herself and used a seashell to cut the large chunks of meat, placing them on a stone slate to await the exchange.
