A Deal

David didn't answer the question. Instead, he asked, "Can I help you?"

Clark narrowed his eyes. "This is our territory. Can't I ask a question when you're in our area?"

David raised his eyebrows but did not retort.

Clark focused on his basket and smiled. "I can let you go if you just give it to me."

David shook his head. "No way."

"Dude, don't be so absolute with your words. We have three people on our side. Are you sure you want to go against me?" Clark warned with a smile.

David had wanted to retort, just like those people from yesterday, if this person dared to come and snatch it from him, he would not be afraid either.

But at the thought of the current situation, he felt that it was necessary to change his strategy.

He looked at Clark. "If you want it all right, you can trade something for it."

"Trade?" Clark was stunned for a moment before he smiled. "You have a point."

David didn't expect this person to be so easygoing. He had thought that he would be like the group of people yesterday.

Starting to do as they please just because they had the advantage of numbers, thinking that they were a big deal.

Clark and company were different from the group yesterday. They were here to survive, not to show off.

Horace and his men were outlaws themselves. They were arrogant and reckless.

In the end, they suffered such a huge retribution. They had brought it upon themselves.

Clark and company were doing well. They had food, water, and accommodation. They managed to steadily get through the early stage of the game smoothly.

Of course, there were also many problems and troubles. Under normal circumstances, they weren't willing to get into conflicts with others as well.

Especially since David seemed to have an extremely important skill. Such people were extremely rare on the island.

Clark smiled and asked, "What do you want to trade for? We have meat here. I think that is what you need the most right now, am I right?"

David wanted to refuse, but quickly nodded. "Yes. What I lack most at the moment is meat. I can give this to you if you'll trade for it."

"That's what you said. I'll go back and discuss it with them. Wait for me here." Clark was bubbling with enthusiasm.

The basket in David's hand may look very simple, but it was extremely useful right now.

It would be very convenient to use it to store fruits and food occasionally.

They had to use tree leaves each time they drank water and had almost plucked all the broad leaves in this area.

It wouldn't be long before they had to go to the water source personally to drink water, making it a pure waste of their time.

Clark returned to the camp. He saw his big brother and Andrew working on the renovation of their lodging and hurried forward.

"Brother, I met someone outside just now. He was carrying a basket."

Morton stopped what he was doing and asked in confusion, "A basket?"

"Yes, probably woven from vines," Clark replied. "I promised to trade our meat for that."

When Morton heard this, he roughly knew Clark's intentions. He was hoping that he could agree to this matter.

Morton said, "We don't have much meat left. What's the use of getting a basket?"

Clark said excitedly, "There's lots of uses for that. You can bring fruits and even water back."

"How can a basket carry water back?" Morton frowned.

"Isn't that simple? Put some leaves on the bottom and seal them up with soil. It'll immediately become a bucket."

At this point, Clark seemed especially thrilled. "Brother, trust me. I will never do anything useless."

Morton was silent for a moment before he nodded. "If you think it's useful, then go get it."

"Alright." Clark was extremely agitated. He went to the tree stump where they hung their meat and brought down one piece. "Brother, I'll go see him first. I'll work hard to hunt in the future."

Morton waved his hand and looked away.

Returning to the earlier spot with the piece of meat in hand, Clark hurried forward when he saw that David hadn't left.

He smiled and said, "This piece of meat will last you two days if you eat it sparingly. Is it enough to exchange for your basket?"

David looked at the bloody meat and nodded. "Sure. Take it."

Clark took the basket and held it as if it were a very important treasure.

He looked at David and found that the man did not seem agitated at all.

According to normal reactions, if one hadn't eaten meat for a long time, they would immediately devour the meat when they saw one.

But David, who was in front of him, was extremely calm, as if he was used to it.

Clark was very puzzled. Did he actually have meat to eat?

David realized that he was right. Not all the people on the island were enemies, they could also become companions or partners.

In fact, they could even become trading partners and trade with one another for what they needed.

Clark asked again, "Since you can weave, do you have anything else?"

David was about to promote his product, he hadn't expected the other party to ask.

He pretended to nod calmly. "I do, what do you want?"

"What do you have?" Clark asked excitedly.

"Cages to catch small animals. I will be making straw sandals next." David voiced his ideas.

"Straw sandals? Cages?" Clark's eyes widened in shock. "I want both items."

Even if he had to hunt more wild beasts, he had to exchange and bring back such good stuff.

Especially straw sandals. Those were the most important.

Although there were no glass fragments on the deserted island, there were some sharp branches and tree stumps.

When walking, one would involuntarily slow down.

If he had a pair of straw sandals, it would be much more convenient for them to move around.

Satisfied with Clark's reaction, David smiled and said, "I can give you these things, but I don't need meat anymore."

Clark was caught in a dilemma. "Then what do you want?" he asked.

David thought for a moment. "I need soil that is adhesive. Do you have any here?"

He had walked around the whole area but did not find anything suitable.

At the moment, the only area he had not gone to was the territory of Morton and company. They also happened to be in the ravine.

Adhesive soil is most easily produced in such a location

Clark heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. "So that's what you want. We have plenty of that where we live."

David could no longer contain his emotions. His eyes widened. "Really?"

Clark nodded. "Really."

"Can you give me some first? I'll trade a cage that I currently have with you for that?" David had spent two days looking for this clay soil.

Unexpectedly, after searching around, it could only be found in these people's territory.

Seeing how excited he was, Clark squinted and asked in surprise, "Are you trying to make pottery?"