Chapter 400 - Forgotten
On this day, Shao Xuan had returned from a hunt and received news that there were people from the Taihe tribe here.
There were occasional squabbles between both tribes but also meetings too. Since the trade excursion last year, the relationship has improved. There had been no fights since then- at least not between the leaders.
“Why are the people from the Taihe tribe here?” asked Shao Xuan.
“I heard it was about the farm. They’re over at the fields.” The person speaking was obviously unhappy.
The Taihe tribe were better at farming than them, this was something even they had to admit. They didn’t just plant food, they planted herbs too. The herbs they brought for the trades last year were planted by them. The fields in the Taihe tribal lands were vast- agriculture was very important to them.
Why was everyone unhappy they were here? That was because the Taihe people had a superiority complex in agriculture, they often looked for reasons to point out mistakes in their practices because they thought they were better. There had been many fights due to this.
However, as a whole, the shamaness was still happy to see an exchange of knowledge. Although there were fights, it was still worth it as they learned.
As for the Thousand Grain Gold they so desperately wanted, Shao Xuan also took out fifty grains in exchange for some medicinal herbs. Other matters were passed to Duo Kang for negotiation while Shao Xuan returned to study the records.
The Taihe craftsmen really had planned to forge Xia artefacts, it was a pity they could not overcome this block. The Xia cloud patterns looked simple but were really not that easy.
At least these notes taught Shao Xuan a lot. Although they did not completely understand the pattern either, their thought processes and solved questions were all inspirations for Shao Xuan.
Shao Xuan had been trying to crack the code when one day, Qi Qi came looking for him in panic.
When she saw his bloodshot eyes, she gasped. “Elder Shao Xuan, why… Did yours fail too?”
“What?” Shao Xuan asked, rubbing his eyes.
“The ones you planted.”
“Uh, what did I plant?”
“The Thousand Grain Gold.”
Shao Xuan did not say a word.
He had been so busy with the cloud patterns that he had completely forgotten about his Thousand Grain Gold in the backyard.