Southern Wilderness, Crow Tribe Ruins.
"Gone, the Crow Tribe is gone."
Dozens of warriors from the Jackal Tribe looked at the dilapidated Crow Tribe in front of them, only feeling a chill down their spines.
The Crow Tribe and the Jackal Tribe were entangled for so long, and neither could deal with the other.
Who would have thought that the Crow Tribe would suddenly be wiped out?
If the Jackal God hadn’t noticed sothing amiss and sent them to check it out, they wouldn’t even know that the Crow Tribe was gone.
A warrior asked in confusion, "Which tribe could have wiped out the Crow Tribe in such a short ti?"
"It might be a mid-sized tribe."
"Yes, it must be a mid-sized tribe."
"Let’s go back and inform the Chief and the Witch."
The destruction of the Crow Tribe brought a sense of crisis to these warriors of the Jackal Tribe because their strength was similar to the Crow Tribe. The other party could wipe out the Crow Tribe just as easily as they could wipe out the Jackal Tribe.
These warriors imdiately rode their jackals back to the tribe and brought back the news of the Crow Tribe’s destruction.
When the chief and the witch of the Jackal Tribe got the news, they were first shocked, then made the sa judgent as those warriors, believing that the Crow Tribe must have been destroyed by a mid-sized tribe.
For a ti, the entire Jackal Tribe was on edge because they had no idea where this mid-sized tribe was or whether it posed a threat to them.
They would never have thought that the ones who destroyed the Crow Tribe were actually two small tribes with populations barely over a thousand.
...
Southern Wilderness, Vine Tribe.
After Jiang Xuan led the warriors of the Vine Tribe back, he retrieved the tribesn hidden in the caves across the Feiyu River and moved the hidden supplies back to the granary.
Plus, with the large amount of loot captured this ti, the Vine Tribe’s warehouse was piled full.
This winter, even without hunting or fishing, the Vine Tribe could live in comfort.
With joy cos worry, this ti, the Vine Tribe lost sixty-five warriors in battle, seventeen were disabled, and the injured were countless.
Jiang Xuan wouldn’t abandon the disabled warriors; he would arrange tasks for them that they could do so they could continue living in the tribe.
As for the deceased warriors, Jiang Xuan followed tribal customs, wrapping each body in a piece of beast hide and burying them on the sunny hill slope north of the Vine Tribe.
After everyone left, Jiang Xuan sat in front of the sixty-five graves, whispering, "I really hate saying farewell. I wish everyone in the tribe could live to old age."
"But living in this dangerous Barbaric World, wanting more people to survive ans soone has to fight, soone has to sacrifice, it’s unavoidable."
"Rest in peace, warriors, your achievents will be eternally rembered in the tribe’s history, your kin in the tribe will also be cared for..."
Jiang Xuan stayed in the graveyard for a long ti, murmuring many things, until the sun leaned west and he slowly walked down the slope.
The setting sun cast a red veil over the graveyard on the hill.
On the south side of the Vine Tribe, the Old Witch stood outside the bamboo house, watching Jiang Xuan descend from the hillside, nodding with a smile, saying, "Quite the affectionate fellow, isn’t he?"
Maybe living in such a harsh environnt made him see too many cold-hearted people, the Old Witch actually admired those with affection and righteousness.
Though cold-hearted people can make choices that maximize benefits, they cannot gain true trust from others.
...
October 13th, the weather beca increasingly cold, and in the morning, a layer of white frost had condensed on the ground.
This signified that autumn had passed and the cold winter was approaching.
Inside the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan used a Stone Knife to peel each dried red crystal rice grain and threw them into the Pottery Cauldron.
The red crystal rice grains were about the size of a red date, with a thin red outer skin.
They can be cooked without peeling, but eating them wouldn’t be as pleasant.
After peeling dozens of red crystal rice grains, Jiang Xuan added water, so dried beast at, and salt into the Pottery Cauldron, covered it with the cauldron lid, and placed the cauldron in the hearth, slowly simring it.
Red crystal rice is a type of cereal grain and given enough simring ti, it can beco a pot of porridge.
Of course, Jiang Xuan wouldn’t wait that long; he just needed it thoroughly cooked.
Gradually, a fragrance from the mix of grains and beast at wafted from the cauldron, quite delightful.
"Slls so good!"
Once cooked, Jiang Xuan picked up a Pottery Bowl, scooped the red crystal rice and beast at into it using a large pottery spoon, and began eating slowly.
The red crystal rice had a glutinous rice-like texture, soft and tasty.
Additionally, the salty delicious dried beast at allowed Jiang Xuan to eat five large bowls.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door outside the yard.
"Who’s there?" Jiang Xuan asked.
"Leader, it’s , Mai Dong."
"Tang Yuan, go open the door."
Mai Dong was forrly a warrior of the Rock Sheep Tribe but had now beco a warrior of the Vine Tribe.
Tang Yuan reluctantly left the bamboo shed, waddled to the yard gate, and grabbed the wooden stick blocking the gate, then imdiately went back to the bamboo shed to sleep.
Due to its increasing size, the bamboo shed had been widened and elevated, otherwise, it wouldn’t be able to hold it.
Mai Dong pushed open the door and entered Jiang Xuan’s house.
"Have you eaten?"
"I’ve eaten."
"What do you need for?"
Jiang Xuan continued to munch on the red crystal rice, asking Mai Dong.
"Leader, as the weather gets colder, the tribe doesn’t have as many urgent matters now, so I want to start refining Insect Wax."
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