No matter how painful it was for Qing Shui, when the people from the three tribes received the rabbits and vegetables, despite knowing they were from an enemy, they couldn't help but break into smiles and laughter.
The Sand People, especially those without an oasis, must always be prepared to give their lives for food every day.
The desert is a piece of harsh and merciless land, a place for living in extremity.
How could they not be happy, not be joyous, when they saw such a bountiful spread of food? It meant that today no family would lose their provider; no one in the tribe would die.
"Grandpa, what is this?" A child, sucking on his finger, stared at the bright and fresh, basketfuls of plants.
"This must be vegetables, the kind you only see in an oasis!" The old man's hands trembled as he picked up a head of cabbage.
"Ouch."
The crowd was startled and quickly looked toward the sound.
