Many local villagers came out of the bamboo buildings and gradually gathered behind the father and son, the Tribe Elder and his son. They watched the Han Tribe soldiers before them, whispering and arguing heatedly.
"Chief Emissary, if the Han Tribe can truly teach us how to grow rice, then we don't need any compensation. Even for the rice seeds, we're willing to pay to buy them—as long as what you say is true," the Tribe Elder said earnestly once again. After he finished, the countless commoners behind him also turned to look at Xue Qingyao, who was leading the Han Tribe delegation.
"Of course. The promises made by our Han Tribe will certainly be kept. If we say we'll provide rice seeds for free, we definitely won't make you spend even a single coin.
"But speaking of money, I have something else to inform you all of. Our army has only just arrived in your territory, and we need enormous quantities of firewood, fodder, meat, and food. If you want to earn some money, you can bring firewood, fodder, cattle, and sheep to our military camp. The stationed troops will settle with you at market prices. We absolutely won't cheat you, fellow villagers.
"Also, after this battle, our Han Tribe won't be leaving. Those of you who have saved Han Tribe currency can go to markets everywhere and trade with us at any time. You may also use it in private transactions with one another. From now on, we'll open all commodity-trading rights to every person on Bamboo Island. Anything our Han Tribe openly sells—anything Han Tribe citizens can buy—you'll be able to buy as well."
These words stirred the local commoners into even more heated discussion. Although the Emissary Group had sold some goods here before, the variety