In the cold winter, I spend my days of catching birds, fishing, hunting, and polishing various tools and weapons.

Chishao took the time to draw many animal skin scrolls recording tribal events this winter, and Jiang Xuan also initially drew a simple map.

During this period, many frail tourists fell ill. Although Lao Wu and Chishao were treated, due to limited conditions and shortage of medicine, two people unfortunately died of illness.

There are two other tribe members of the Vine Tribe who were accidentally seriously injured by wild animals when they went out to hunt. Fortunately, they were carried back to the tribe in time and saved their lives by chance.

When Jiang Xuan's bamboo tube calendar recorded the 396th day of the first year of the establishment of the Vine Tribe, the long-lasting haze sky finally ushered in the sun.

At the beginning of the southern wilderness, the temperature slowly rose, and the ice and snow melted rapidly.

"Crazy..."

"Smack!"

The ice cubes on a big tree fell to the ground because of melting, turning into broken ice, and the hanging branches also rose again.

Jiang Xuan sat beside the bed, looked at the old calendar bamboo tubes, frowned and muttered: "How could it be three hundred and ninety-six days, but it's one month more than the earth."

Jiang Xuan scratched his head, and for the first time he felt that making a calendar was not that simple.

The interval between the two melting ice and snow is thirteen months, but this kind of thing is not very accurate. After all, the weather is not constant every year.

Sometimes it may be longer in winter, sometimes it may be shorter, and no one can explain it clearly.

"Forget it, no matter what, keep recording. I hope I can find some rules after a few more years."

Jiang Xuan also knew that it was not easy to create any kind of calendar, and it took decades or even longer to record and correct.

What Jiang Xuan can do is to try to record the climate changes that occur in the date and period as completely as possible. As for whether this calendar can succeed, no one knows.

Jiang Xuan put the old calendar bamboo tubes, then found a bamboo tube with no characters in carved, and engraved the first line at the top: The second year of the Vine Tribe, January 1, melting ice.

“It’s been a year.”

After engraving the characters, Jiang Xuan put down the bamboo tube and the small stone knife, and his mood was very complicated.

The Vine Tribe has been established for a year, and half a year before the establishment of the Vine Tribe, it has been a year and a half since he came to this world.

Sometimes, he feels particularly lucky.

Although he traveled through this primitive and dangerous world, he survived smoothly and established a tribe.

From the initial nothingness to the accumulation bit by bit, to the current scale, only I know the hardships.

At first, he often remembered the beautiful world of his previous life, with abundant materials and advanced technology, and people could enjoy a lot of conveniences.

But as time went by, he gradually became less and less often.

The bright lights and wine of his previous life, the traffic, and the grudges and hatreds gradually became blurred in his mind.

But the people and things in this world have experienced are becoming clearer and clearer.

"Being the leader of a primitive tribe is actually not bad, right?"

Jiang Xuan smiled and stopped thinking about the past.

This world, this primitive jungle, and this vine tribe he built with one hand are what he can have now.

As for the world that cannot be returned to, let it become a thing of the past.

Jiang Xuan calmed down, put down the new calendar bamboo tube, then opened the door, walked outside, and bathed in the long-lost sunshine.

The rest of the fungus tribe also walked outside, and everyone's faces were filled with relief.

The cold and unbearable winter has finally passed.

"We survived!"

In front of a room outside the vine tribe, more than a hundred tourists were filled with tears of joy. They hugged each other and roared to celebrate their rebirth.

"Living..."

Shimbelle held his wooden mace and his eyes were slightly moist.

At the beginning of this winter, no one could have imagined that more than a hundred tourists could survive in a small tribe.

Schizonepeta even prepares to starve to death and freeze many people to death.

But because of Jiang Xuan and the Teng Tribe, they miraculously survived, and they were not so hungry that they were pale and thin. They had food to eat throughout the winter.

One winter, only two people died of illness, which can be called a miracle even in some larger tribes!

Jingjie looked up, looked at the huge ancient stone mountain vine, and then walked towards the bamboo house where Jiang Xuan and others lived with a firm look.

He had only one thought in his mind now, that is, to stay in the Vine Tribe and join the Vine Tribe!

After a while, Shizukepo found Jiang Xuan who was basking in the sun.

"Chief!" Shimbelle's expression was a little nervous.

"So it's Schizonepeta, what's the matter with me?"

"Chief, you promised before that as long as you can live until spring, let us join the Vine Tribe, and now we have survived."

Jingjie looked at Jiang Xuan nervously, nervously and expectantly.

Jiang Xuan looked at the tourists, then nodded, and said, "I did say such things. You and those tourists can stay in the Vine Tribe."

"However, it will take time to become a true member of the Vine Tribe."

Shimbelle hurriedly said, "As long as I can join the Vine Tribe, I will be willing to wait for how long."

Jiang Xuan smiled and said, "As long as you are loyal to the tribe, it will be a matter of time before joining the tribe is a matter of time, don't worry."

Shimbelle nodded heavily, he was very confident in himself.

Jiang Xuan said again: "Now the snow has just melted, and ice cubes are falling from the trees everywhere. You can go and watch them first, don't run around, so as not to be injured by the ice cubes."

"Okay, I'll go there right away."

Shimbelle took the mace and quickly returned to the front of the house, cleaning up the tourists who were too excited and running around.

"Do you want to be killed by ice? Do you dare to run around again and break your legs!"

Under the angrily curse of Schizonepeta, the tourists finally slowly recovered their calmness, and then stayed honestly in the open space to bask in the sun, not daring to run around.

That night, the cold north wind turned into a warm south wind, and the snow on the trees and on the ground melted faster.

Two days later, the ice and snow on the trees disappeared without a trace, and most of the snow on the ground melted.

The stream flowed happily again, and the ice layer on the river surface also melted, and large chunks of ice were washed away with the river water.

In the ponds opened by the Vine Tribe, the fish with tenacious vitality swam again.

After three days of warm south wind blowing, tender grass buds grew on the ground, and animals hibernating in the forest also reappeared.

The entire primitive jungle once again showed vitality.

The only person who is not very happy in the Vine Tribe is Dajiao, because in winter, there is insufficient food, so many of the animals he domesticated are eaten, and the remaining are not large.

Jiang Xuan came to the front of the cave and comforted Dajiao and said, "It's okay, we'll catch some of them after eating them."

"I think those unshelled birds that cannot fly are very good, and may be easier to tame than colorful pheasants."

"There are also gray-haired rabbits, they are reproducing very quickly."

Hearing Jiang Xuan's words, Dajiao finally got better, and he was excited to discuss with Jiang Xuan which animals are suitable for domestication.

In the field, Gan Song started to turn the ground with his bones again.

He only has one arm and his hunting ability is not as good as others, but in terms of planting, except Jiang Xuan, the rest of the Teng Tribe are not as good as him.

Last year's harvest gave Gansong great confidence. This year, he decided to open up more fields and grow more grain and vegetables!

In the jungle, the hunting team of the Vine Tribe also set out again. Compared to the cold winter, they prefer spring forests with vitality and numerous prey.
Chapter completed!