This Is My Primitive Tribe Chapter 138

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Nanhuang, the ruins of the crow tribe.

"No, the crow tribe is gone."

Dozens of warriors from the Jackal Tribe looked at the dilapidated Crow Tribe in front of them and felt their scalps go numb.

The crow tribe and the jackal tribe have been fighting for so long, no one can do anything about it.

Who would have thought that the crow tribe would be wiped out all of a sudden?

If it wasn't for the Jackal God finding the anomaly and sending them over to check, they wouldn't know that the crow tribe was gone.

A soldier asked suspiciously: "Which tribe was it that could wipe out the crow tribe in such a short period of time?"

"Probably a medium-sized tribe."

"Yes, it must be a medium-sized tribe."

"Go back and tell the leader and the witch first."

The destruction of the crow tribe made the warriors of the jackal tribe feel a sense of crisis, because the strength of their jackal clan was similar to that of the crow clan. Since the other party could destroy the crow clan, they could also destroy the jackal clan.

These warriors immediately rode the jackal back to the tribe, and brought back the news of the extermination of the crow tribe.

When the leader of the jackal tribe and the witch got the news, they were first shocked, and then made the same judgment as those warriors, thinking that the crow tribe must have been destroyed by the medium-sized tribe.

For a time, the entire Jackal Tribe became nervous, because they had no idea where this medium-sized tribe was and whether it would pose a threat to the Jackal Tribe.

In any case, they would never have thought that the crow tribe that was destroyed was actually two small tribes with a population of less than 1,000.

Southern Wilderness, Vine Tribe.

After Jiang Xuan led the soldiers of the Teng tribe back, he brought the tribesmen hidden in the cave on the other side of the Feiyu River back to the tribe, and moved the hidden materials back to the granary.

Coupled with the large amount of loot seized this time, the warehouses of the Vine tribe are full.

This winter, even if there is no more hunting or fishing, the Vine tribe can live without worries.

There are joys and sorrows in everything. This time, the Vine tribe killed 65 soldiers, 17 were disabled, and countless wounded.

Disabled warriors, Jiang Xuan will not abandon them, he will arrange for these people what they can do and let them continue to live in the tribe.

As for the dead soldiers, Jiang Xuan, according to the habit of the tribesmen, wrapped each body with an animal skin, and then buried it on the sunny hillside in the north of the Teng tribe.

After everyone left, Jiang Xuan sat in front of the sixty-five graves and whispered, "Actually, I hate parting ways. I hope everyone in the tribe can live to the end of their lives."

"But living in this dangerous and wild world, if you want more people to live, someone has to work hard and sacrifice. There's no way."

"Rest in peace, soldiers, the tribe will take good care of your relatives, and your achievements will always be remembered in the history of the tribe. As long as the tribe is not destroyed, there will be people to pay tribute to you every year."

Jiang Xuan stayed in front of the cemetery for a long time, talking a lot, until the sun slanted west, and he walked down the hillside step by step.

The setting sun shone on the graveyards on the hillside, as if shrouding them in a red veil.

On the south side of the rattan tribe, the old witch stood outside the bamboo house and looked at Jiang Xuan's figure descending from the hillside. He nodded with a smile, and said, "It's a kind and righteous little guy."

Perhaps living in a cruel environment, cold-blooded people see a lot, but the old witch is more appreciative of people who are affectionate.

Perhaps cold-blooded people can make choices that maximize their benefits, but they cannot gain the true trust of others.

On October 13, the weather became more and more cold. In the early morning, a layer of snow-white frost condensed on the ground.

This means that autumn is over and the cold winter is coming.

In the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan used a stone knife to peel off the outer skin of the dried red crystal rice, and then threw them into the pottery cauldron.

The red crystal rice is about the size of a red date, with a thin red skin.

It can be cooked without peeling, but it is not as comfortable to eat.

After peeling off dozens of red crystal rice, Jiang Xuan added water to the pottery cauldron, added some dried animal meat and salt, then covered the cauldron, moved the pottery cauldron into the fire pit, and slowly boiled it.

Red crystal rice is a grain-like food that, if boiled long enough, will turn into a pot of porridge.

Of course, Jiang Xuan can't wait that long, he just needs to cook it thoroughly.

Slowly, the Tao Ding exudes an aroma that belongs to the mixture of grains and animal meat, which is very pleasant.

"It's delicious!"

After cooking, Jiang Xuan picked up a pottery bowl, scooped the red crystal rice and animal meat into the bowl with a large pottery spoon, and then slowly ate it.

Red crystal rice tastes like glutinous rice, soft and glutinous.

Coupled with the salty and fragrant animal jerky, Jiang Xuan can eat five bowls.

"Dong Dongdong..."

Outside the yard, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Jiang Xuan asked.

"Leader, it's me, Ophiopogon."

"Tangyuan go to open the door."

Ophiopogon, who used to be a two-color warrior of the Blue Sheep Tribe, has now become a warrior of the Vine Tribe.

Tang Yuan reluctantly came out of the bamboo shed, then swayed to the door of the courtyard, took the wooden stick supporting the door to one side, and immediately went back to the bamboo shed to sleep.

Because of the growth in body size, the bamboo shed of the dumplings has been widened and taller, otherwise it really can't hold it.

Ophiopogon pushed the door open and walked into Jiang Xuan's house.

"Have you eaten?"

"Ate."

"looking for me?"

Jiang Xuan asked Ophiopogon as he put the red crystal rice in his mouth.

"Leader, the weather is getting colder now, and the tribe doesn't have much to do now. I want to start boiling insect wax."

In the spring, Ophiopogon, Jiang Xuan and Lao Wu went to the Blue Sheep Tribe to manage the wax worms and make worm bags for them.

In September, after the wax worm spit out the wax, Jiang Xuan once took Ophiopogon japonicus to the wax forest again to collect the wax on the branches.

Wax worms spit wax in August and September. They eat the leaves of wax trees and spit out a large amount of white wax that wraps the branches.

The branches covered with insect wax are as white as snow when it snows heavily.

After these insect waxes were brought back to the Vine tribe, because they were busy with the autumn harvest, they had no time to deal with them, so they were all put into the warehouse.

Now, the busy autumn harvest is over, and the crow tribe has also finished. Ophiopogon has been thinking about those insect waxes, so he came to Jiang Xuan.

After the insect wax is collected, it is in a fluffy state similar to snowflakes and cannot be used directly.

It needs to be boiled with a pottery cauldron. After melting, the dirt and some dead wax worm carcasses are removed. After cooling, the insect wax will condense into blocks.

Afterwards, these condensed insect waxes are boiled, melted again, and poured into bamboo tubes or other containers, which can be made into candles or used for medicinal purposes.

Jiang Xuan quickly finished the food in the bowl and said, "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot about the insect wax. Let's go, I'll take you to get it."

Jiang Xuan put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, and walked to the warehouse where the insect wax was placed with Ophiopogon japonicus.

All warehouses of the Vine Tribe are guarded by warriors. If there is no order from the leader or the witch, ordinary people cannot enter.

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