Sheer Cliff Village was relatively poor, and in ordinary times, it basically existed in a state of self-sufficiency.
But just as Green Wheat Village was to Thin Mist Forest, and Emerald Creek Village was to River Valley Town.
The fact that it was only a five-day voyage from Barracuda Bay, along with the rich catches in the sea, meant that the villagers here lived, to some extent, far more comfortably and prosperously than the residents of remote inland villages like the one where Colin had been born.
At the very least, they had something to look forward to.
If they happened to haul up a few rare fish species while fishing at sea one day, it might provide food for the whole family, young and old, for an entire year.
On that premise, the residents of Sheer Cliff Island all made their living by fishing, and sometimes they did indeed have a bit of spare money, giving them the means to improve their quality of life.
Therefore, basically every quarter, or every half year, Sheer Cliff Village would, under the leadership of the village chief, collectively tally the supplies they needed, pool their money, and entrust a reliable fleet to purchase and transport them.
It was not a place cut off from the world. This little island maintained communication with the outside.
It was just that the island itself truly had nothing outstanding about it, and the intervals between each purchase were too long, causing the adventurers in Barracuda Bay to have little impression of this remote village. Very few people had the leisure to take the initiative to interact with the locals after delivering the goods and learn detailed information about the island.
If the people Xia Nan had asked back then had not been the drunken adventurers in