Wula continued, "Of course, just eating staple foods isn't enough. We have some other special foods here, like a kind of black fruit. It's fragrant and sweet, quite a luxury here with not much production, only a few thousand kilograms. We can give them to you, but the price will be a bit higher."
Old Zhou nodded, knowing the journey wasn't too far, they'd make do with this and perhaps rob—uh, find some other resources along the way. "Okay, we'll take everything you've mentioned."
Wula's face showed a constipated expression, "What will you trade for it? We don't want those rotten corpse insects."
Wula was indeed conflicted. Huaxia had helped them many years ago, and now that Huaxia was in trouble, they should help in return.
But they had already helped as much as they could. They couldn't even feed themselves well, and the food they could give was the highest quality they had. Those black fruits were what the leaders had saved up for Huaxia.
