Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration Chapter 807 - 797 I was a Goddess in the Ancient Times (4) S

Ye Shaohua paid no heed, watching as Chu Yin took a pile of dicinal ingredients with her. In Primitive Society, each Tribe’s Shaman had their own unique skills passed down through generations, along with a knowledge of herbal dicine that supported their status as shamans.

Chu Yin took quite a lot of dicinal materials, and Ye Shaohua guessed that among them should be so that Che Nan had taught her to recognize.

Zhen, who happened to pass by carrying wolf at with other slaves, laughed upon hearing this and said, "Lord Che, tonight we’re preparing to roast at."

After speaking, he glanced at Ye Shaohua, as if expecting her to ask what roasted at was.

However, Ye Shaohua didn’t look at them, leading Zhen to withdraw his gaze sowhat disappointedly.

In the center of the Icefield Tribe was another open space where a Bonfire had already been lit.

At this point in the story, the Icefield Tribe had just developed. Che Nan had only been transported from the modern world not long ago. The Icefield seed vast, but in actuality, there weren’t many people. Including slaves, won, and children, the entire population was only about two hundred.

Chu Yin and the High Priest returned, apparently because the mber with the severed hand was not in good shape, as none of them had any look of joy on their faces.

Despite that, the state of the people in this Tribe was indeed good. With both Che Nan and Chu Yin present, everyone worked diligently, and the division of labor was quite clear. Won took care of the Tribe’s affairs. Won with combat ability would join the Tribe’s warriors in hunting. There was a good reason why, in the plot, they could beco a large Tribe.

Ye Shaohua and Zhen started a fire together.

"Zhen, today Tina helped us with the wolf, and she also joined us in hunting a wild boar outside. Here is your share for today," said a man distributing the at, from the Icefield Tribe.

Zhen joyfully took a pile of nearly charred at, without any disdain, "Thank you, Diao, I’ll join you in the hunt again tomorrow, I am strong!"

Diao smiled at her, passed by Zhen, and when he reached Ye Shaohua, his expression turned very cold, "Lord Che said a good Tribe requires contributions from everyone. Although you are Chu Yin’s slave and considered part of our Tribe, you have done nothing, so you get no at today."

Having said this, he walked past Ye Shaohua to another person.

After hearing Diao’s words, others around couldn’t help but laugh, "Look at her, she’s just a vassal like those from other tribes. Lord Che said that n and won are equal, what n can do, won can do as well. It’s just a leg injury..."

Ye Shaohua lowered her head and ignored the group, feeling very hungry, but she couldn’t stomach the burnt, foul-slling at at all.

She knew that Che Nan must be from the modern world. Although he had the idea of roasting at, he didn’t know how it should actually be done.

The evening quickly passed, and Ye Shaohua, along with a group of slaves, slept on the cold ground, starting to miss the soft and fragrant Cake.

Early the next day, she lowered her head, found a small stream nearby, washed her face, and then speared a fish with a branch in the stream.

She casually picked up a couple of stones to start a fire, and saw a plant along the roadside that resembled Cumin, and also found so wild mushrooms.

She sprinkled the mushroom pieces on the fish, added the Cumin, and as the fish roasted until golden brown, the fat sizzled on top.

Believing the fish was cooked enough, Ye Shaohua ate it directly. The natural wild fish tasted incredibly fresh, complented by the umami of the mushrooms and the flavor of the Cumin, rivaling the finest modern cuisine.

If only she had so chili and salt, Ye Shaohua thought, planning to keep an eye out for chili peppers while hunting with them today.

After finishing the last bite of fish, she kicked the fire into the stream without hesitation.

The voices behind her were of Chu Yin and Che Nan. They had seen Ye Shaohua here and thought Zhen had told her the location of the stream, so they weren’t surprised.

Only Che Nan, while standing by the stream, suddenly asked about the delicious scent of fish, but upon a closer sniff, it was gone.

"It must be because I’m missing the barbecue too much," Che Nan muttered quietly to himself.

The horn of the Icefield Tribe sounded.

Upon returning, Ye Shaohua noticed the horn in that person’s hand appeared to be a natural animal horn, but she had never seen that type of horn before.

It must be from a local animal.

Today, before going hunting, the High Priest and the leader of the warriors were in Chu Yin’s house, formulating a plan, which Ye Shaohua, being a slave, naturally wasn’t allowed to hear.

She sat outside on a wooden stake, waiting for the others to co out so they could go hunting together.

After a few days of rest, Chu Yin and Che Nan led the team out to hunt. It was now autumn, and they were starting to stockpile grains, gather firewood, and fortify their base.

In Primitive Society, without warm materials like cotton, most people would huddle in their hos during winter, living off the supplies they had amassed through the long winter.

Thus, winter was the ti when the most number of people died in every Tribe.

Chu Yin perford a Divination for a direction, and the group set out that way. Along their journey, they not only hunted prey but also found many Wild Fruits.

However, they also encountered another group of people on their path.

Diao was the leader of the warriors of the Icefield Tribe, chosen personally by Che Nan for his exceptional combat strength.

Seeing the group returning with their hands filled with goods, Diao rejoiced, "Chu Yun, have you returned?!"

Hearing Diao’s voice, others from the Icefield Tribe also looked surprised and happily turned in that direction.

Each Tribe had its own set of surnas, and all mbers of the Icefield Tribe had the surna Chu.

Ye Shaohua was looking down at a dicinal herb by her foot and did not pay attention at first, but upon hearing the voice, she looked up at the newcors.

Everyone in the Primitive Society was sowhat disheveled. Even the proud Che Nan, after a few days in the Primitive Society, had his grandmother’s clothes stained with blood.

Chu Yin was relatively clean, but her Beast Skin clothing was a bit dusty.

However, the Chu Yun walking towards them seed out of place in this Primitive Society, cloaked in spotless white Beast Skin attire, with a face so sharp and cold.