This Is My Primitive Tribe Chapter 67

In the cold winter, the days of non-stop birding, fishing, hunting, and grinding and making various tools and weapons are spent without a hurry.

Chishao took the time to draw many animal skin scrolls recording tribal events this winter, and Jiang Xuan also initially drew a simple map.

During the period, many frail tourists fell ill. Although the old witch and the red peony were treated, two people unfortunately died of the disease due to limited conditions and shortage of medicines.

There are also two tribesmen of the Vine tribe who were accidentally seriously injured by wild animals when they were out hunting. Fortunately, they were brought back to the tribe in time and were lucky to save their lives.

When Jiang Xuan's bamboo tube calendar recorded the 396th day of the first year of the establishment of the rattan tribe, the long haze sky finally ushered in sunshine.

At the beginning of the Southern Wilderness, the temperature slowly rose, and the ice and snow quickly melted.

"Whoa..."

"Clap clap clap!"

Ice cubes from a large tree melted and fell to the ground, turning into shattered ice, and the low-hanging branches rose again.

Jiang Xuan sat beside the bed, looked at the old calendar bamboo tubes, frowned and muttered, "How could it be three hundred and ninety-six days, which is one month longer than the earth."

Jiang Xuan scratched his head, and for the first time felt that making a calendar was not that simple.

The interval between the two melting ice and snow is thirteen months, but this kind of thing is not very accurate, after all, the weather is not static every year.

Sometimes the winter may be a little longer, sometimes a little shorter, no one can tell.

"Forget it, no matter what, continue to record, I hope to record for a few more years and find some rules."

Jiang Xuan also knows that any kind of calendar is not an easy task to create, and it takes decades or even longer to record and correct it.

What Jiang Xuan can do is to record the date and period of climate change as completely as possible. As for the success of this calendar, no one knows.

Jiang Xuan put the old calendar bamboo tubes away, then found a bamboo tube that had not been engraved, and engraved the first line on the top: rattan tribe two years, January 1, melting ice.

"one Year."

After carving the words, Jiang Xuan put down the bamboo tube and the small stone knife, feeling very complicated.

It has been a year since the Vine Tribe was established, and with the half year before the establishment of the Vine Tribe, it has been a year and a half since he came to this world.

Sometimes, he feels extra lucky.

Although he crossed into this primitive and dangerous world, he survived smoothly and established a tribe.

From the beginning of nothing, to the accumulation of little by little, to the current scale, only oneself knows the hardships.

At first, he often thinks of the wonderful world in his previous life, where materials are abundant, technology is advanced, and people can enjoy a lot of convenience.

But as time passed, the number of times he remembered his previous life gradually decreased.

The feasting, busy traffic, grudges and hatreds of the previous life gradually became blurred in his mind.

And the people and things in this world have experienced all kinds of things, but it is becoming more and more clear.

"It's not bad to be the leader of a primitive tribe, isn't it?"

Jiang Xuan smiled, and then stopped thinking about those past events.

This world, this virgin jungle, and this vine tribe he built with his own hands, are what he can have right now.

As for the world that cannot go back, let it be the past.

Jiang Xuan packed up his mood, put away the new calendar bamboo tube, then opened the door and walked outside, bathed in the long-lost sunshine.

The rest of the Vine tribe also walked outside, all with relieved smiles on their faces.

The cold and hard winter is finally over.

"We survived!"

In front of a house on the outskirts of the Veng tribe, more than a hundred tourists were happy with tears in their eyes. They embraced each other and roared to celebrate their new life.

"Survived..."

Nepeta hugged his wooden mace, and his eyes were slightly wet.

At the beginning of this winter, no one could have imagined that more than a hundred tourists could survive in a small tribe.

Nepeta was even prepared to starve and freeze many people to death.

But because of Jiang Xuan and the Teng tribe, they miraculously survived, and they didn't starve to the point where they were sallow and skinny. They had food to eat all winter.

In one winter, only two people died of illness. Even in some larger tribes, it can be called a miracle!

Nepeta looked up, looked at the huge ancient vines on the stone mountain, and then walked towards the bamboo house where Jiang Xuan and others lived.

There is only one thought in his mind now, that is to stay in the Vine tribe and join the Vine tribe!

After a while, Jing Ji found Jiang Xuan who was basking in the sun.

"Chief!" Nepeta's expression was a little nervous.

"It turned out to be Nepeta, what are you looking for from me?"

"Boss, you promised us before that as long as we can survive until spring, let us join the Vine tribe, and now we have survived."

Jiang Xuan glanced at the tourists, then nodded, and said, "I did say something like this, you and those tourists can stay in the Veng tribe."

"However, if you want to become a real Vine tribe, you still need to pass the test of time."

Nepeta hurriedly said: "As long as I can join the vine tribe, I'm willing to wait as long as I can."

Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "As long as you are loyal to the tribe, joining the tribe is a matter of time, don't worry."

Nepeta nodded heavily, he was very confident in himself.

Jiang Xuan said again: "The snow has just melted, and ice cubes are falling from trees everywhere. You should take a good look at them first, and don't run around, lest you be injured by the ice cubes."

"Okay, I'll go right there."

Nepeta took the mace, and soon returned to the front of the house, cleaning up the tourists who were too excited and ran around.

"Want to be crushed to death by ice cubes? You dare to run around and break your legs!"

Under the scolding of Nepeta, the tourists finally regained their composure, and then honestly stayed in the open space to bask in the sun, not daring to run around.

That night, the cold north wind turned into a warm south wind, and the snow on the trees and the ground melted faster.

Two days later, the snow and ice on the trees disappeared without a trace, and most of the snow on the ground melted.

The stream flowed happily again, and the ice layer on the river surface also melted away, and large chunks of ice were washed away with the river water.

In the ponds opened by the Vine tribe, the tenacious fish swam again.

After three days of warm southerly winds, tender grass sprouts grew on the ground, and hibernating animals in the forest reappeared.

The whole virgin jungle once again showed its vitality. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The only unhappy person in the Vine tribe is Dajiao, because during the winter, when there is not enough food, many of the animals he has domesticated are eaten, and there are not many left.

Jiang Xuan came to the front of the cave and comforted Dajiao: "It doesn't matter, we'll catch some and bring them back after we eat them."

"I think those flightless unicorns are good, maybe easier to tame than colorful pheasants."

"There are also gray rabbits, which are breeding very fast."

Hearing Jiang Xuan's words, Dajiao's mood finally improved a lot, and he enthusiastically discussed with Jiang Xuan which animals are suitable for domestication.

In the field, Gan Song once again began to turn the ground with his bone.

He only has one arm, and his hunting ability is not as good as others, but in terms of planting, except Jiang Xuan, the rest of the Teng tribe are not as good as him.

Last year's harvest gave Gan Song great confidence, he decided to open up more wasteland this year and grow more grain and vegetables!

Chapter end