The giant eagle seemed to understand Jiang Xuan's words. It chirped at Jiang Xuan in a low voice, and then looked at Tangyuan with disgust.

In the eyes of the giant eagle, Tang Yuan is so cowardly, it is simply a shame among birds of prey.

Jiang Xuan thanked the giant eagle, and then returned to his yard with the dumplings.

Tangyuan ran straight to the bamboo shed and lay down in the bird's nest. It was only then that it felt safe.

Jiang Xuan also returned to the house and continued to work on his own affairs.

He originally thought that after being tortured by the giant eagle, the glutinous rice balls would not dare to go to the giant eagle to eat again.

However, Jiang Xuan underestimated the attraction of food to glutinous rice balls.

He never expected that just two days later, when the chirping of eagles sounded in the sky above the Vine Tribe, the glutinous rice balls would run out of the yard again and continue to look for the giant eagles to eat.

“What a foodie!”

Jiang Xuan shook his head and stopped caring about glutinous rice balls, but went about his own business.

In the days that followed, the chirping of eagles and the discordant screams of glutinous rice balls would be heard from time to time over the Teng tribe.

But as time went by, Tang Yuan, who was thrown from high altitude again and again, gradually mastered the skills of flying. The number of its screams gradually became less and less, and it flew farther and farther.

After more than a month, Tangyuan has initially learned to fly. Even when the black giant eagle is not around, it will find a high place to jump down and fly several times at low altitude.

At the end of December, the weather became increasingly cold, and the wind and snow were very heavy. Even the giant eagle did not want to go out to hunt in such weather.

Tang Yuan huddled in his nest all day long and relied on Jiang Xuan to feed him.

The ice on Feiyu River was also very thick, so the Teng tribe conducted another winter fishing and harvested a large number of fish.

Relying on these fish and a large amount of stored food, the people of the Teng tribe feel relatively at ease. They just polish some stone and bone tools around the fire pit every day to prepare for the coming year.

But other tribes are not as good as the Vine tribe.

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In the northern part of the Southern Wasteland, the Crow Tribe.

Thick snow covered the entire crow tribe, and even the crows that were usually noisy became quiet.

In the center of the crow tribe, there is a huge tree that requires five people to hug it. At the branch branch of this big tree, there is a huge old crow's nest, which almost occupies half of the tree crown.

In this huge old crow's nest, lives the totem god of the Crow tribe, an old crow who has lived for an unknown number of years.

Around this big tree, there are also a large number of towering ancient trees. There are countless crows' nests built on these ancient trees, and countless crows live in them.

These crows are very big. The wingspan of each adult crow can reach about two meters. Although they cannot carry people, they are very powerful in combat.

Moreover, these crows obey the command of the crow tribe's totem god and can often play a great role in the event of a battle.

It is precisely because of these crows that the Crow Tribe can live a good life in this area. Its population has expanded to more than 3,000, and many small tribes nearby have been wiped out.

However, as the Crow Tribe's population continues to increase, there are fewer and fewer prey nearby.

They didn't know how to plant, and their methods of domesticating wild animals were crude. Their methods of obtaining food were too single, and a food crisis gradually emerged.

With a population of more than 3,000 people, plus a huge number of crows, they need to eat a lot of food every day.

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In the tallest wooden house in the Crow Tribe, the important figures of the Crow Tribe gathered around the fire pit, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.

The leader of the Crow Tribe is a middle-aged man about thirty-five years old. His face is painted with the red and black Crow Tribe totem pattern, and there are also four horizontal stripes, which represents that he is a powerful four-color warrior.

The leader of the Crow Tribe said solemnly:

"The nearby tribes have robbed everything they can. There is still not enough food this winter. The tribesmen can only eat one meal a day. If this continues, I am afraid that the tribesmen will all starve to death."

The Crow Tribe Witch is an old woman. She said in a hoarse crow-like voice: "Maybe it's time for the tribe to migrate."

When it comes to migration, many people have a cloud of gloom on their faces, because leaving a familiar place and going to an unfamiliar place often makes people feel scared.

However, if the tribe wants to continue to survive and obtain more food, it must migrate. This is something everyone in the Crow tribe knows.

Only by migrating can they obtain hunting grounds with more abundant prey, and only by migrating can they plunder more tribes.

A hunting team leader asked: "Witch, where should we migrate?"

The Crow Tribe shaman stretched out a skinny hand, like a dried orange peel, pointed to the southwest, and said: "The Crow God has guided us in the direction."

After hearing this, no one in the room dared to raise any other opinions.

Because the Crow Tribe has a living totem god!

Its will is the highest will of the entire tribe, and no one is allowed to refute it.

Next, everyone in the Crow Tribe began to discuss migration matters.

For a tribe of more than 3,000 people, it is very troublesome to migrate. There are too many things to bring, and there will be a lot of troubles on the way.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that the direction pointed by the shaman of the Crow Tribe happened to be the direction of the Vine Tribe.

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Chapter completed!