"Our settlement has stored quite a bit of canned fruit, and a small amount of wine. If you're preparing for winter supplies, we can give you a little more."

"Thank you." Guy expressed his gratitude, and seeing that it was getting late, the Cat Tail Species member stood up, letting them stay here for the night.

At night, inside a tall wooden tent, the firewood in the stone furnace burned quietly. The four of them sat on straw mats, waiting for the food in the clay pot to cook, and talked about what happened here afterward.

"Not bad, boiled rice, baked apples, and she also gave us a bottle of fruit wine." Flan recorded tonight's dinner.

Tilan handed a baked apple to Ores, took half for herself, and began eating it in small bites. The texture was somewhat hot and sweet.

The rice had more water added to it, unlike the distinct grains she usually had. It was closer to soaked rice or rice porridge and could be eaten with a spoon.

"There are a lot of fruits in the settlement." Flan looked around and commented.

"Cat Tail Species are agile and can easily climb trees to pick fruit. That's an advantage many other species don't have. They've also learned how to plant fruit trees, opening up orchards in the backwoods, and they live quite well relying on these." Guy spoke slowly.

"As warriors, this agile body is also very advantageous. I've heard from people in the settlement that the Cat Tail Species are naturally faster in nerve reflexes than old humans, and their fingers are dexterous, allowing them to do many delicate tasks."

"Their gene expression is quite special. About three-quarters of their offspring are female, with only one-quarter male. The tribe is often female-led."

"You know all this in such detail?" Flan was a bit surprised.

"Because I used to like a Cat Tail Species girl." After saying this, Guy shook his head and did not continue.

After dinner, the four of them slept by the fire. Although there was no separate room, the straw mats given by the Cat Tail Species were thick enough to not be too uncomfortable.

In the morning, after the four woke up, they met with the 'Red Pomegranate' settlement's trade member. He had a gray-yellow long tail, wore a fur robe, and handed them a ledger and a list of exchangeables.

"That's all. Because the boss instructed, I can give you a... ten percent discount." Finally, he reluctantly held out his fingers, seemingly very unwilling to lower the price.

"Only a ten percent discount?" Guy took the list, his eyes widened with a trace of dissatisfaction.

"Ahem, you should be content; this is a conscientious price. " The other party tweaked his beard, his eyes slightly glaring back.

"Alright, let me see what's available: apple cans, grape cans, peach cans, straw mats, fruit wine cans, honey..." Most of the items were food and fruit products, with a few handmade woven items from the settlement, like straw mats and shoes.

While it looked nice, these canned fruits weren't cheap, and with fragile clay pots, the fruits weren't filling. It would probably be inconvenient for them to sell outside.

"Forget about straw mats, better to exchange for more food..." Guy evaluated.

"... So, by your pricing, a fur coat can only be exchanged for five cans?" Guy was quite dissatisfied.

"Yes, don't think it's too little. Each of our cans is very large." He brought over a clay pot sealed with mud from the warehouse, which reminded Tilan of a wine jar.

"Can this fill the stomach during winter?" Guy retorted.

"Of course, it can." The other party was stubborn.

Guy was a bit upset, but after all, this was their territory, and he couldn't forcefully argue back.

"Our fur coats are master-level works rare for hundreds of miles around. Wanting to exchange them for just a few cans is really too much."

"What master? Where's the master? Just some leather and fur clothes, asking for random prices?" The other party also started shouting.

This got quite a few of the settlement's Cat Tail Species attracted by the noise, curiously surrounding them.

Seeing this, Guy untied the fur coat, stepped onto the wooden stake in the settlement's open space, and shook it out, holding it in his hand.

Compared to the roughly made, large-thread primitive tribe coats with uneven sleeves, this winter coat, improved with modern aesthetics, had neat sleeves, a fitted shoulder and collar, and a waistband that could be tightened to maintain warmth while enhancing the figure. A beautiful and practical existence indeed.

As soon as Guy shook it out, it immediately attracted the liking of many Cat Tail Species females present. Many came forward, touching and appraising it, some even asked if they could try it on.

"You can, a handful of rice, five minutes of trial." He picked up an empty clay pot and placed it beside him. If anyone wanted to try it, they would put a handful of rice in it. This price wasn't cheap, but it wasn't too expensive either.

At first, many Cat Tail Species hesitated, but soon someone couldn't help but go home and grabbed a handful of rice to put in. Guy then handed a fur coat to the person.

Sure enough, once worn, it was particularly warm, and the back of the coat had split seams to let the tail out, fitting well.

"I wasn't wrong, was I? This coat was sewn by the best tailor master within hundreds of miles of the prairie. You can't buy it even at the Shilin Mountain Castle. If it weren't for our gratitude for saving him from the war machines, he wouldn't have made clothes for us. And after this winter, he's going overseas to the south. Do you know where that is? It's where the wealthy and peaceful Slami Association is; he probably won't come back. This is his farewell creation. It can be passed down through generations of your family. You are very lucky to be able to buy it." He waved the coat around, shouting with vividness, drawing in many Cat Tail Species people who didn't know the situation.

Seeing the Cat Tail Species women trying on the coat and walking around, others couldn't hold back any longer and one by one went home to get rice. In no time, they had filled more than half of the clay pot in front of Guy.

Watching this scene, Hexia opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she held back.

To say, as expected of a child growing up with the Captain of the trade caravan, Guy's methods immediately turned the situation around. It seems this trade won't be a loss.