After hearing Big Mouse's wildly exaggerated description, the Rat Shaman suddenly got the urge to visit the Han Tribe in person. Was the Han Tribe really that prosperous? Could they have the protection of deities?
The Rat Shaman no longer knew how many generations of shamans he descended from. It was said that only the first shaman had ever seen the deities and received their guidance. But what about the shamans who came after him? Who had ever seen a god? At least he certainly had not. Although he would never say it aloud, he still had some idea in his heart whether deities existed or not.
That was why he had developed such a strong interest in the Han Tribe. They were all primitive people who had received nine years of compulsory education, so why was the Han Tribe living so much better? This made no damn sense. And if it made no sense, then there had to be deities helping them. Otherwise, how could it be explained?
Thus, the entire Black Rat Tribe began making nervous preparations, waiting for their first official trade with the Han Tribe. When the time came, the Rat Shaman and Big Mouse would travel to the Han Tribe together and conduct a "deep" friendly visit.
There was not much to prepare, really. The main task was imitating Back Baskets, along with sorting out whole peanuts still in their shells. Peanuts were not rare. Although they tasted good, they could not be eaten as a staple food. They could only serve as snacks or provide emergency relief at crucial moments.
In autumn, the Gathering Team of the Black Rat Tribe had dug up many of them from the burrows. Putting together a few baskets for the Han Tribe would be no problem at all.