A day in a shuar farm, for a chicken, rice, and sugar

When visiting a farm owned by the shuar, they ask that one brings a small contribution, consisting of a whole chicken, rice, and sugar.

I understand this as a type of tradition in trade, as a form of gratitude, as a form of support for the farm, and, perhaps, mostly as a form of unity between peoples.

They see me as an outsider.

Myself, I would not know which people I am a part of, except of the unity.