The ninth year of the Vine Tribe, the thirteenth month, the twenty-fifth day.
"Wooo..."
Two cargo ships were sailing on the southern river, fully loaded with iron ore and some top-quality stones traded from the Bamboo Rat Tribe.
Jing Jie stood on the deck at the bow, with a stalk of grass in his mouth, gazing at the rippling river surface, enjoying the cool river breeze, feeling quite content.
He had traveled this waterway many times, and trading with the Bamboo Rat Tribe had become routine, requiring no extra effort in communication between them.
He thought to himself, next time he wouldn't have to come personally; a small leader familiar with the Bamboo Rat Tribe could lead the team instead.
"Since so many trades have gone without a hitch, there's no need to waste time on the Bamboo Rat Tribe's side."
Jing Jie leaned on the ship's railing, contemplating which tribe to trade with next time, what goods to bring, and how much profit he could gain.
"Boom!"
