"Corn?!"
"Right, corn. It's delicious. You can roast it, boil it, make flat cakes, steam buns—there are all kinds of ways to eat it."
A Patriarch repeated the Chinese pronunciation of "corn," then looked at You Fu questioningly, asking whether he had said it correctly. You Fu smiled and nodded before continuing to explain the different ways to eat it. After finishing, he spoke to the several Patriarchs again.
"I came here this time to fulfill what I promised you before: exchanging corn for your potatoes, as well as exchanging planting techniques between both sides. The weather here is perfect for planting right now. If you agree, we can begin learning from each other tomorrow. I can have my people teach you how to plant this corn."
You Fu conveyed his meaning through a mixture of gestures and words. After repeating himself three or four times, the Patriarchs finally understood, and they were all delighted.
"Of course, of course! That's wonderful. Fu, tomorrow you can go to the fields with our tribesmen and watch how we farm. We can learn from each other." A Patriarch from the White House Tribe hurriedly spoke up. At the same time, he called over several men carrying farm tools and began giving them instructions. The honest-looking men, who were clearly farmers, thumped their chests and said in their simple, good-natured way that they would take care of everything.
The two sides first finalized the deal to exchange seeds and pass on planting techniques. Only then did You Fu begin displaying the gifts he had brought.
"Several Patriarchs, our Chieftain was very pleased with the potatoes I brought back last time. He said that you were all generous and good people. Our Han Tribe is willing to become friends with the White House Tribe, so