This Is My Primitive Tribe

"Boss, a group of tourists have come to the mountain forest to the south."

In the evening, Uncaria, who was in charge of patrolling the mountains and forests in the south, quickly ran to Jiang Xuan to report.

"how many people?"

"This... Anyway, there are a lot of people."

Uncaria was a little embarrassed, because he could only count simply, and if there were too many, he couldn't count them.

Not only Uncaria, most tribesmen are not strong at counting, they can only count roughly, which has a lot to do with their lack of education.

Only people like Wu who have a lot of knowledge and inheritance can be a little stronger than them.

Jiang Xuan patted his shoulder understandingly, and said, "Take me over there."

"it is good."

Uncaria immediately took Jiang Xuan to the mountain forest in the south, followed by Chi Shao and others.

On the way, Jiang Xuan pondered that it was necessary to teach the clan members simple and easy-to-write numbers, as well as simple addition and subtraction.

This can be done in winter when the mountains are covered by heavy snow, because that's when the free time is the most.

Besides, the group of tourists, after they approached the Vine tribe, were the first to see dozens of skeletons hanging from the trees and swaying in the wind, and they were startled.

After finally walking through the area with courage, he saw the giant eagle returning from foraging.

The huge giant eagle landed in front, setting off a gust of wind, scaring the tourists to the point where they almost fled.

Fortunately, Nepeta found that the giant eagle did not attack them, so he forcibly stabilized the tourists.

I finally came to the periphery of the Veng tribe. At this time, it was already dark, but the giant bonfire in the crops of the Veng tribe was still burning.

"There is a house in front."

The sharp-eyed tourist discovered the house where the old witch lived.

"The big bird is also next to the house. God, it's taller than the house."

"It should be this tribe's pet, right?"

The tourists chatted and discussed, and were happy that they had found a place where the smoke was rising.

"To have such a powerful pet, this must be a big tribe!"

Nepeta was even more excited, he walked forward quickly, and finally left the dense jungle and came to the periphery of the Vine tribe.

The giant eagle gave them a cold look, and then pecking at the meat of the beast on its own.

The old witch was not surprised by the arrival of these tourists, because he knew that the bonfire was lit to attract tourists.

The old witch cut a piece of meat from the prey with a stone knife, then returned to the house and threw it into a clay pot to boil.

He is old, and his teeth are not very good. He needs to cook in a clay pot for a long time, and the meat is boiled until it is completely boiled before eating.

"Look, boss, what a big vine!"

Just when Nepeta was going to ask about it in the bamboo house, a visitor saw the huge ancient vines wrapping around the stone mountain at a glance.

At this time, the setting sun was gradually sinking, and the last ray of sunlight shone on the ancient vine, which enveloped the whole ancient vine with a layer of orange-red color, making the ancient vine even more mysterious.

Nepeta looked at the huge stone mountain and ancient vines, and her eyes were dull. This scene brought him a strong psychological impact.

"This is the territory of the Vine tribe, which tribe are you from?"

At this moment, a voice pulled Nepeta's attention from the ancient vines on the stone mountain back to the ground.

Jing Ji saw Jiang Xuan and the Veng tribe warriors behind him at a glance.

He saw the totem lines on the faces of Jiang Xuan and others, as well as the iconic isshiki warrior horizontal lines.

Nepeta hurriedly said, "We are a group of tourists who have lost their tribe and are looking for a tribe that is willing to take us in."

A female tourist added: "We came to see the thick smoke."

Jiang Xuan was overjoyed, he was indeed a tourist.

However, Chi Shao pulled on his animal skin coat and whispered in his ear, "There are too many tourists..."

Jiang Xuan roughly counted the tourists in Wuyangyang, and found that there were hundreds of them, which seriously exceeded his psychological expectations.

There are indeed too many tourists.

The sky was dark, and Jing Ji didn't notice the slight change in Jiang Xuan's expression. He asked anxiously, "Are you a big tribe here?"

Jiang Xuan shook his head helplessly and sighed, "No, we are just a small tribe."

Jiang Xuan's words, like a thunderbolt from the blue, suddenly shattered Nepeta's beautiful dream.

For a long time, what supported Nepeta and led this group of tourists to survive was the idea of ​​finding a big tribe to take them in.

Even though so many people died and suffered so many injuries along the way, he still insisted on gritting his teeth.

When he saw the plume of smoke, he was more excited than ever, because he felt that he had finally found the big tribe.

But now, that dream is shattered.

Nepeta looked around at a loss, he only saw seven or eight bamboo huts and an empty field of crops.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The huge psychological gap between the dream and the reality made him almost collapse.

"How...how could this be..."

Nepeta stood there sluggishly, her mouth slightly open, very helpless and dazed.

The smiles on the faces of the tourists also solidified, and then turned into disappointment, to despair.

Jiang Xuan felt their emotional changes, and he didn't know why he felt very uncomfortable, but his Vine tribe really couldn't eat so many tourists.

Jiang Xuan said softly, "We plan to recruit thirty tourists."

Jing Ji finally came back to his senses, and he said with difficulty: "But... but there are far more than thirty tourists here."

A middle-aged tourist at the back cried, "The weather is getting colder and colder, and it won't be long before it snows. If there is no tribe to take shelter, we will die, and everyone will die."

"I don't want to die, woo woo..."

Sadness spread among the tourists, and there were cries.

A relatively strong tourist squeezed out, walked in front of Jiang Xuan, showed his arm muscles, and said anxiously, "Take me in, I'm strong enough to help the tribe hunt."

The other tourists also reacted and rushed to Jiang Xuan, shouting that they wanted to join the Vine tribe.

They are afraid that others will be taken in, and they will be abandoned, and finally die in the jungle.

Only Nepeta did not say a word, and he still hadn't recovered from the state of shattered dreams.

In the bamboo house not far away, the old witch walked to the door and looked here with great interest. He wanted to see how Jiang Xuan would deal with this situation.

"Stop arguing!"

Jiang Xuan was upset by the noise, so he shouted loudly, frightening the tourists to retreat, not daring to make a sound for a while.

Because they were afraid, if they angered Jiang Xuan and didn't take them in, they would really have nowhere to go.

Jiang Xuan lowered his head and forced himself to think calmly.

If you are a little unsympathetic, just follow the previous idea and only recruit thirty tourists with the best physical condition.

But in this way, the remaining tourists probably won't survive this winter.

In another way of thinking, if more than 100 tourists can all be included in the Vine tribe, the population of the Vine tribe will be greatly supplemented all at once, and it will become a real small tribe, not a miniature tribe.

Of course, there are risks. With so many tourists, the existing food in the Teng tribe must be insufficient, and people may starve to death by then.

Jiang Xuan felt in a dilemma, because the Vine tribe was too fragile, and if it was a little careless, it would be destroyed in an instant, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity to rapidly expand its population.

Jiang Xuan turned his head, looked at Chishao, Uncaria and others, and asked, "What's your opinion?"

Chi Shao looked at Jiang Xuan with trusting eyes, and said, "You are the leader, you decide."

Uncaria and the others nodded in succession. In their inherent impression, these important matters were decided by the leader or the witch.

The Vine tribe has no witches, so the leader needs to make his own decisions.

Jiang Xuan glanced back at the ancient vines in Shishan, then looked at the wide cultivated land of the vine tribe, and finally glanced at the small river in the distance, and slowly came up with an idea in his heart.

"All step back and let me speak to your leader!"

Jiang Xuan heard someone call the leader of Nepeta just now, and there was a stripe on Nepeta's face. He was obviously a one-colored warrior. He should have a certain prestige among these tourists.

Those tourists were anxious, but they didn't dare to go against Jiang Xuan's words, so they slowly backed away and let Jing Ji stand at the front.

"I know you feel very sad, but the most important thing right now is how to keep you people alive, isn't it?"

Jiang Xuan's words, coupled with the will to survive, made Jing Ji slowly raise her head.

He was not a fragile person at first, but the blow of the shattered dream was too great, and it was only temporarily relieved.

Jiang Xuan saw Jingjie's eyes regain brilliance, so he said, "There are two ways now, just listen."

"One is that I select 30 of you to join the Vine Tribe, but the weather is getting colder and colder. I'm afraid it will snow before other people find other tribes. I don't need to say more about the consequences, right?"

Nepeta nodded, but didn't speak.

"The second method is that all of you stay on the periphery of the Vine tribe~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We can help build houses so that you will not be frozen, and we will also provide food for thirty people."

"The rest of the food needs to be solved by your own efforts. Anyone who can survive this winter can join the Vine Tribe."

Nepeta said with difficulty: "It's going to snow soon, where can we find food?"

Those tourists also looked sad, apparently thinking that they couldn't find food in winter, and many of them would starve to death.

Jiang Xuandao: "Don't worry, I have a way for you to find food in winter. As long as you work hard and add the rations provided by the Teng tribe for 30 people, most of you will definitely be able to survive."

Jiang Xuan glanced at Shishan Guteng again, then turned to Jingjie and said, "You don't need to reply to me now, I will ask someone to help you tonight, build a temporary shelter for you, and give you some food."

"Tomorrow at noon is the day for the sacrifice of the Veng tribe. You can watch the ceremony. After the sacrifice, you will tell me your choice."

After Jing Ji heard Jiang Xuan's words, she nodded helplessly. He really needed time to think about it.

Jiang Xuan turned his head and said to Uncaria, "Go and find Gan Song and the others, light a bonfire, and help these tourists build sheds."

"it is good!"

Uncaria immediately returned to the tribe and called Gan Song and others together.

Soon, piles of bonfires were lit on the periphery of the Veng tribe, and the tourists and the Veng tribe worked together to build a temporary shed as a shelter, ready to spend the night here.

After setting up the shed, Jiang Xuan sent some food to these tourists. It was impossible for these tourists to fill their stomachs.

In the end, the more than 100 tourists lived in temporary sheds, guarding the bonfire, and anxiously awaiting their fate tomorrow.