Chapter 65: Assisting the Haim Tribe

  Mo Yi'er thought for a moment before responding: "Let's talk about it, maybe I can help!"

  "It's like this, our tribe brings seaweed to exchange, but other tribes don't know how to eat dried seaweed, so no one is willing to exchange." A young man beside Haisen said.

  "Really!" Mo Yier glanced at the direction of the Haimu tribe's booth, where a large pile of dried seafood was laid out with no one asking for it. "Chu Chu, does the exchange meeting end tonight?"

  "Yes!"

  "Alright, Chief Haysen, now set up a cauldron and cook a pot of seaweed soup to send to the leaders of each tribe for them to taste. I'm sure they'll all love the flavor of the seaweed soup."

  "This..." Haixin hesitated, sending food was a rare occurrence in the primitive tribe. Even during Mo Yi'er and Chu Yan's time in the Hai Mu tribe, they rarely sent food. Just a little bit would do, to show their intentions, after all, at this time, food was the most important thing for the tribe.

  "Haisen leader, if you don't do this, no one will know that those piles of things are edible. Sometimes even if you say more, it's not useful without personally tasting them." Mo Yier patiently persuaded, although she felt they were being petty, but gradually understood their thoughts and could empathize with some of them.

  "Alright!" Finally, Haysen made a decision after all. Mo Yier was very clever, which was something everyone in the Haym tribe knew. And their ultimate goal was to exchange more dried meat to make life better for the people of this cold land.

  Because the men of the Haim tribe are not good at cooking, Mo Yi'er also came to help. First, use warm water that has been boiled to soak the dried seaweed, and then use the leftover bones from last night's dinner to simmer a bone broth. When the broth has been simmered for about two hours, add the soaked kelp, salt, and a small amount of dried fish, and the flavor is simply overflowing with aroma. Although there are no seasonings like MSG or chicken essence, the bone broth and seaweed are fresh and delicious enough.

  It was just around two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and people who didn't eat breakfast were already hungry. Mo Yi'er had timed it well, letting Hai Sen deliver these seafood soups to the leaders of each tribe, of course, the first one to be delivered was definitely the Lian Ya tribe.

  "Stra was full of praise after tasting it, and looking at Haysen, the leader who personally delivered the seaweed soup, he said: "I didn't expect that your Haym tribe would have such a delicious thing. The strange taste of this fish is completely gone. What...what is this thing?"

  "Stra leader, this is called seaweed. It looks like this before it's cooked." Haysen placed a small bundle of black seaweed in front of Stra.

  Sister Stra was a bit unbelievable, she looked at the black seaweed dry and then looked at the green seaweed in the seaweed soup, and asked suspiciously: "Is this soup really cooked with it?"

  "Yes, Chief Saitra, how could our tribe of Heim lie? Lying is punishable by the gods, I absolutely won't." Haisen hurriedly guaranteed that if it weren't for Mo Yi'er, he wouldn't have known that seaweed was edible, let alone that dried seaweed in this dark and shiny form could turn back into a lush green.

  "Oh! Chief Haysen, I didn't mean it that way, I was just surprised." Stella hastily explained, Chief Haysen being older and still quite authoritative.

  "Haha!" Haysen laughed, he could completely understand Stella because he had also been shocked by many things.

  "This is what you wanted to exchange for dried meat before, okay, our tribe agrees to the exchange!" Saitra immediately made a decision and exchanged a large basket of seaweed. Haixin also had his tribespeople teach the people of the Luocha tribe how to eat the seaweed, only then were they satisfied and left.

  Not only that, other tribes also had a taste of the delicious seaweed soup and came to exchange it in large quantities. In the end, the several large baskets of dried seaweed brought by the Haimu tribe were all exchanged away.

  Hai Sen found Mo Yi Er to thank her and handed over some small dried fish. "Mo Yi Er, thank you so much! Our seaweed has all been exchanged."

  "This is great." Mo Yier smiled at Haysen and accepted his gift.

  "Mo Ye'er, you're welcome to visit our Heim tribe again in the future. Our people all miss you."

  "I also miss them." Mo Yier's perfunctory response, but his eyes dimmed a lot. Last time he left the Haimu tribe was because the Haixen tribe people said that Xiao Rong was a dangerous guy, but now this little guy has been gone for a long time.

  Hai Sen was a sensitive leader, he found Mo Yi Er somewhat sad and didn't want to continue the conversation, so he exchanged a few pleasantries with Chu Yan and left.

  Chu Yan naturally knew what Mo Yi'er was thinking, so he changed the subject to prevent her from thinking further. "Mo Yi'er, this dried fish is not bad, how about I make a fish soup for you tonight? Isn't that what you always say... balanced nutrition?"

  "That's right, balanced nutrition is the key to good health. It's just that in winter there aren't any wild vegetables to eat." Mo Yier was indeed immediately distracted and started worrying about food for the winter.

  "Is there still dried wild vegetables in your village? Are they like seaweed, turning green when you eat them?"

  "Ah, it's about time!" The dried vegetables and mushrooms wouldn't last long either. It was said that winters here were extremely cold, but she had no idea how many degrees! Her thoughts wandered on, Mo Yier imagining the vast expanse of silver white outside the cave entrance on a cold winter's day... Standing beside her would definitely be Chu Huo and Fan Ge, and hopefully also Xiao Rong, by then Xiao Hei should be able to walk too.

  In the evening, Mo Yier had just finished dinner when he and Chu Huo were stopped by a member of the Luocha tribe. "Chu Huo, leader, our leader Xite La invites you to bring Mo Yier from your tribe over for a visit."

  "What? What's going on at this time?" Chu Yan's mind flashed with many thoughts in an instant, one of which was about offering food, but it was quickly dismissed. If it were about offering food, Mo Yier wouldn't have been specifically called. Could it be related to Mo Yier? Has the Sutela chief taken a liking to Mo Yier? But Mo Yier is still pretending to be a man right now... What exactly is going on?

  "Chu Huo, what are you thinking of? Aren't we going?" Mo Yier asked in puzzlement.

  "Uh... I have to go." The tribal leader wanted to see him, and Chu Yan couldn't find a reason to avoid it.

  The two followed the people of the Luojia tribe to their resting place, halfway through, Chu Yan felt uneasy and asked in a low voice: "Mo Yier, are you really not leaving?" From childhood to adulthood, he had never been so afraid of losing anything, even when his father and mother passed away, even though he was sad, the independent him was not afraid.