Nalan Tuya looked at A Lu Da and said, "My maternal grandmother said that our land and waters are not suitable for growing any crops. But we can't just rely on animals hunted by the Lang tribe, or trade grain with the Jia Tribe. If we want to improve our life, the first thing we must do is produce our own food."
A Lu Da looked into her bright eyes for a moment, and asked, "You want to bring this carbon filter to the Zhiwu Tribe?"
Looking at his cold expression, Nalan Tuya realized that she was too impatient. She touched his hand gently and said, "I'm not going to bring this thing to the Zhiwu Tribe. I just…"
She lowered her eyes and said softly: "I just want other tribes to have access to clean water too. Besides, if the Zhiwu tribe can successfully grow crops, wouldn't our Xiuluo tribe also benefit from it?"
