I'm involved in poverty alleviation in a primitive tribe.

Anyway, the trading area will reopen in a few days, so she doesn't need to buy too much at once. She can have the Blackscale Tribe's trading team buy some to take away later.

She carried the string of jars together, preparing to visit the next shop. The jars were made of bamboo and had patterns carved on them. The lids could be screwed on along the patterns, which was quite amazing.

Turning around, Hua Rong pointed curiously at the opposite wall and asked, "What's that?"

The shopkeeper looked in the direction Hua Rong was pointing and quickly stepped forward to take down a stick-like object as thick as an arm. He explained, "This is a candle. At night, you light the wick and put it in the room, and it will be very bright. When you're not using it, just blow it out. If you think it's not pretty enough, there are lanterns for sale over there that you can use with the candles. One candle can burn for a long time. Would you like some?"

Hua Rong shook her head. She was a level 5 warrior, and even in the dark, her eyesight was excellent. She didn't need any lighting at the moment.

Qingwu was quite interested and bought one to test if it would light up. It would be good to use it to practice writing if he couldn't sleep at night.

Across the street was a shop belonging to the Bamboo Tribe. The two bought quite a lot of bamboo paper. They had no choice; so many people in the Black Scale Tribe needed to learn to read, so they had to buy some.

The two stood on the street, each carrying a thick bag of bamboo paper, looking at each other helplessly. They had only visited two shops, and their hands were already full of things.

Hua Rong spoke first: "I'll send these things back first, and then I'll call someone to come and buy more bamboo paper."

Just as Qingwu was about to speak, a man from the Jiang tribe pulled up in a cart to greet them.

"Friends from the Blackscale Tribe, do you have too much stuff to carry? I can help you send it back for just one White Clam Coin."

Hua Rong realized what was happening and smiled at the Jiang tribesman, saying, "You Jiang tribesmen are really clever; you can come up with all sorts of ways to make money."

The man said smugly, "This wasn't my idea. It was our Jiang Wu's idea. Many ordinary people in our tribe don't have any skills to open a shop, but at least they can sell their labor."

Qingwu didn't speak, but silently put everything in her hands onto the man's cart.

Hua Rong also put her things on the cart. Seeing that there was still plenty of space, she said to the man, "Wait a little longer, I'll buy some more things for you to take back with me."

The man agreed, and Hua Rong bought a lot of bamboo paper and ink, as well as a lot of animal skin clothes for children from the Tianlang Tribe shop next door, and gave them to him.

Once everything was settled, the man took out paper and pen, had Hua Rong write down the number of the stone house she was staying in, and then pulled the cart over there.

Watching his departing figure, Hua Rong couldn't help but sigh, "This writing system is really useful. Even if the person can't read, he can still find the right place on that piece of paper."

The two had been living in Jiang's territory for a month, observing with a detached eye how well everyone in Jiang's territory was taken care of, with each person having their own tasks.

Every morning, after getting up, I would go to the canteen for breakfast. After finishing breakfast, I would fill my water bag with water from the water tank next to me. I heard that this was also required by Jiang Wu. I could not drink water directly from outside; I had to drink boiled water.

After filling their water bladders, they would gather in small groups and head out to work.

Even the cubs running around everywhere have taken on delivery jobs from the workshops and canteens, so that people don't have to come back too late and miss out on what they want.

For those with physical disabilities, or pregnant women and infants, food is delivered to their door. Since each room is numbered, there's no worry about finding a place.

Every morning, someone would come with a cart to collect the filth from the toilets, saying they would use it to make fertilizer for the farmland.

Hua Rong had visited the planting site several times, and the people from Jiangbu didn't stop her; they even patiently explained things to her.

However, the people from Jiangbu refused to disclose the specifics of seed selection, seedling cultivation, and subsequent maintenance.

However, Hua Rong felt that she had learned a lot of planting techniques and could try them out when she returned to her tribe.

The toilets weren't dirty. Every day, someone would take the leftover wood ash from the canteen and distribute it to the people in each room. After using the toilet, they would scoop a spoonful of wood ash and cover it with the toilet.

If we run out of wood ash, we can use all sorts of withered branches and leaves; nobody seems to mind them anyway.

Every day, the vegetable leaves picked from the canteen and the planting area are delivered to Banyashan by designated personnel, ensuring that nothing is wasted.

Jiang Ning actually prefers chicken, but unfortunately, she couldn't find any easy-to-raise and meaty breeds here, so she had to give up on that idea for the time being.

After a long silence, Qingwu finally spoke up: "Back then, we only valued the Jiang tribe because of the Rock King. Now, it seems that the Jiang tribe is indeed extraordinary. With Jiangwu around, the Jiang tribe might really become a peaceful place that everyone yearns for in the future."

Hua Rong also sighed, "Fortunately, we are already friends."

Qingwu nodded and continued walking forward with Huarong.

In addition to the specialty stores of each tribe, there are also stores opened under the name of the Jiang tribe, which sell all kinds of products produced by the workshop.

Further ahead are the shops owned by each ethnic group, and the shop names are very simple, just the name plus the goods.

Qingpan opened a weapon shop called Qingpan Weapon Shop, Furong's shop is called Furong Clothing Shop, and there are some other shops that are still empty.

Furong's clothing workshop differs somewhat from that of the Sirius tribe. The Sirius tribe sells standard-sized clothes and shoes, primarily focusing on volume. Furong's workshop leans more towards personalized customization and can fulfill some of the customers' requests. Now that she's skilled, she can make clothes that fit perfectly.

The roadsides were very clean. Jiang Wu said that littering in the trading area and food street would result in fines, and each shop owner would also have to keep their own storefront clean.

It was daytime, and the people of Jiangbu were still working. There weren't many people on the street, mostly children running around, with the occasional adult among them.

Hua Rong and Qing Wu turned and walked towards the street next door.

The food street is right next door, so this place is much more lively. Hua Rong saw many people from the Black Scale Tribe mixed with the Jiang Tribe queuing up here.

Everyone had been in the school for a month and knew each other well. Even the troublemakers had been severely punished by the Jiang family. Seeing that Hua Rong and Qing Wu hadn't made a move, they quieted down.

Hua Rong smelled the aroma and felt a bit hungry, so she randomly picked a shop and started queuing.

The shops here are a bit different from those on the commercial street next door. The streets here are wider, and many shops have fires burning in front of them, cooking various foods. There are also rain shelters on top, and inside the shops are a few tables and chairs.

Some shops don't even have tables and chairs; all they have are various raw materials for making food. You can only eat them while walking around after you buy them.

The streets were filled with various smells that made you not want to leave.

When it was Hua Rong and Qing Wu's turn, they realized which line they were in.