Xize, who had lost his value and was no longer full of confidence, no longer seemed as attractive to Roland, who had been influenced by various modern ideas and received special training.
The two of them had always held different views. One was devoted to the end, just like their ancestors had been, while the other took love and marriage lightly and was willing to use and sacrifice even her own body for the sake of profit.
In the end, the two gradually drifted apart, and the sweetness and passion they had once shared were gone.
*
Amid the endless bustle, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Only half a month remained of Snow Season, and the final Trade Fair of the year had arrived.
The Trade Fair was held on a large meadow six mountains away from the Wolf Clan Tribe.
It was held three times a year, once each in spring, summer, and autumn. It was a place where the nearby tribes traded items with one another for the things they needed.
To put it simply, it was really just a market made up of roadside stalls.
The things being traded were items produced by each tribe, not money or anything like that.
When the appointed time arrived, everyone headed to the grassland as if going to a fair, gathering there to exchange for whatever they needed.
Although the original owner had once pestered her clan leader father into taking her there twice by alternating between coaxing and threats, Su Qiao had never been there.
She was genuinely quite interested in it.
Naturally, the Wolf Clan Tribe was certain to attend.
Their tribe lacked nothing except one thing: salt.
They had used up all the salt in the tribe earlier while curing sausages.
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