Ge Xing was taken aback: "You mean those pretty stones we brought back from the Dashi Tribe?"
Ji Nuan nodded: "Yes, those stones contain material that can be made into iron tools, which is why they're deep red. Ordinary stones can't be used for that."
Ge Xing, gripping the iron tool in his hand, walked around with a furrowed brow and after a while said: "Then we should figure out a way to get these stones from the Dashi Tribe. They don't know about iron tools anyway, so these stones aren't much use to them."
However, Ji Nuan shook his head: "These stones are very useful to them. The precious stone tools they trade at their tribe's meetings are made from these stones."
"So we go steal them?"
After saying this, he laughed nervously, as if even he felt a bit embarrassed.
What Ji Nuan was considering, however, was a trade, exchanging iron ore with the Dashi Tribe. But he was worried that if they found out what they were up to, they might raise the price for the exchange.