This Is My Primitive Tribe

After the sacrifice, Jing Ji found Jiang Xuan.

"I've decided to take everyone to stay in the Vine tribe for the winter."

"No regrets? Let me remind you that the Vine tribe can only provide winter rations for thirty people at most. If anyone can't survive this winter, they will die!"

Jingjie said firmly, "I don't regret it."

In fact, Nepeta has no room for regret.

If you choose thirty people to join the Vine tribe, the others will die. If you continue to look for other tribes, more people will die.

After excluding these options, in fact, everyone stayed in the Vine tribe to survive the winter, which became the best choice.

"Okay, now that you've decided, I'll call up people right away to help you build houses for the winter."

Jiang Xuan was about to turn around, but Jingjie grabbed Jiang Xuan's sleeve.

Jiang Xuan glanced at him, and the tall Nepeta slowly let go of his hand and asked in a low voice, "Boss, you said that there is a way for us to find food in winter, is that true?"

Jiang Xuan looked at Jing Ji's expectant eyes, nodded, and said, "Of course it's true, it won't do me any good if you freeze to death or starve to death."

Jing Ji let out a long breath and said, "That's fine, that's fine..."

"Is there anything else?"

"there is none left."

"Then I will inform the clan to help you build houses. In addition, you need to hoard a lot of dry wood to survive the cold winter."

"Okay." Nepeta chicken nodded as if pecking at rice.

Jiang Xuan turned and left. He sighed slightly in his heart. In this dangerous and wild world, it is too difficult to survive. Even a warrior like Jing Ji must bow his head and carefully seek to survive.

If there is a choice, who is willing to be inferior?

Jiang Xuan shook his head, then went to find someone to build a house.

For the next ten days, the Veng tribe was working hard to build houses for these tourists.

In order to build faster, besides bamboo, a large number of trees and stones were also added to the building materials. Jiang Xuan has only one requirement for these houses, that is, they are strong.

In addition to building houses, those tourists desperately go to pick up all kinds of dry wood when they are free to prepare for heating in winter.

Jiang Xuan, Uncaria and others hunted and fished as much as possible every day, and frantically stored food.

Some small prey that were not looked down upon in the past have now been caught for the sake of winter.

On September 23, all ten houses for tourists to live in were built, and the firewood piled up into a hill, enough to burn for a long time.

September 25th, night.

"Uuuuuu..."

The cold wind whistled outside, making the branches and leaves rattle.

Fortunately, Jiang Xuan covered the gaps of the bamboo house with mud in advance. Otherwise, the little heat generated by the burning of the fire in the house would have been taken away by the cold wind.

"It's probably going to snow."

Jiang Xuan muttered, tightened the animal skin mattress that covered him, and continued to sleep.

In the second half of the night, the wind outside gradually stopped, but there were snowflakes in the sky. At first, there were only a few sporadic flowers, and the back was bigger and bigger, flying all over the sky.

This night, many people did not sleep well because it was too cold.

The next morning, Jiang Xuan woke up. After putting on the animal skin coat, he was going to wash his face as usual, but when he opened the door, he saw that the ground had turned into a vast white scene.

"It's really snowing!"

Jiang Xuan returned to the bamboo house, blocked the gate, found the calendar bamboo tube, and engraved the word "Xiaoxue" next to today's date.

It snows, which means that the long winter officially begins. For the tribesmen, the cold winter without food and clothing is undoubtedly a nightmare.

Jiang Xuan put the calendar bamboo tube again, and then walked outside again.

He is already a two-color warrior, and his physical quality is much stronger than that of ordinary people. It is like a burning stove in his body, and he is not very afraid of the cold.

He turned to look at the stone mountain, and saw that the stone mountain and the ancient vines were also covered with a thick layer of white snow, and halfway up the mountain, the giant dragonfly that had been unable to support it for a long time was frozen to death last night.

The corpse of the giant dragonfly turned into an ice sculpture, and together with the ancient vines of Shishan, became part of the winter snow scene.

"After all, I still couldn't make it through."

Jiang Xuan sighed slightly. Although he had long guessed that this giant dragonfly would die, when he saw it die with his own eyes, he still felt very uncomfortable.

Jiang Xuan watched for a while, then walked to other places, leaving a line of deep footprints in the snow...

Inside the visitor's house, Nepeta got up early. He sat by the fire pit, his eyes were very melancholy.

"I hope everyone can live until spring."

Although he said so, his past experience told him that even in the previous tribes, when they were fully prepared, some people would die every winter.

Some people die from disease, some die from cold, some die from starvation...

It was a dream to take all the more than 100 tourists through the winter.

Nepeta said to the visitors in the house, "You stay here and gather together to keep warm. I'll go find the leader of the Vine tribe."

Those tourists nodded one after another. In this weather, the animal skins they were wearing were thin, and no one wanted to go out and get cold.

Nepeta tightly wrapped her animal skin coat and opened the door. She shivered from the cold first, then she gritted her teeth and walked outside resolutely.

It's a pity that he was still barefoot in this severe cold weather. If it wasn't for the warrior's strong body, his feet would have been frozen.

After he left, the tourists beside the door quickly blocked the door again and held it up with wooden sticks to prevent it from being blown open by the wind.

After Jingjie left the house, he saw Jiang Xuan walking in the crops at a glance. Braving the cold wind and heavy snow, he ran after him with his bare feet, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Leader, leader..."

Soon after, Nepeta caught up with Jiang Xuan by the pond.

Jiang Xuan glanced at his tattered animal skin coat and bare feet, and felt a little sad for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but had to harden his heart.

"Running out so cold, do you have anything to do with me?"

With the bone spear in his hand, Jiang Xuan poked at the water surface of the pond. A hole was poked in the snow on the water surface, and the thin ice under the snow was also pierced.

Nepeta said anxiously, "Boss, it's snowing now, and it's hard for us to find food. If this goes on, everyone will starve."

"Didn't you say before that there is a way for us to find food in winter? We want to find it now."

However, facing Jing Ji's expectant gaze, Jiang Xuan shook his head and said, "Not yet, it just snowed today, the animals in the forest haven't starved yet, and the ice in the water is too thin."

"Then... what about our food?"

Jingjie was in a hurry all of a sudden. If Jiang Xuan fooled him, more than 100 tourists would probably die because of it.

"Don't worry, I'll have someone send you some more food, plus some of the food you stored before the snow, it should be able to last seven or eight days."

"When the animals in the forest start to starve, and when the ice in the water is thick enough, I will naturally be able to take you to catch food."

"Boss, you can't lie to us... it will kill people..."

Jing Ji's tone was close to pleading, a man who was obviously very tall, but now he was aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law.

Jiang Xuan patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's the same sentence, you starve to death won't do me any good, trust me."

"It's so cold, let's go back to the fire first, walk around..."

Jiang Xuan pushed Jingjie back, but Jingjie was very uneasy in his heart. He didn't know what kind of fate was waiting for him, but he could only wait.

This is a very painful process.