The frog tribe members finally found a creek with water, and they rested temporarily beside the creek.
"Quack..."
Those giant frogs happily jumped into the stream and used the stream water to moisturize their dry skin.
Although heavy snow has fallen in the Southern Wasteland, it is still hot in the Western Wasteland. Only the places close to the Southern Wasteland will be cold, and the farther west it becomes, the hotter it becomes.
The Western Wilderness is so big that it took the Frog tribe more than half a year to get here from the hinterland of the Western Wilderness.
No one knows how long it will take to reach the southern wilderness.
But one thing is for sure.
That is, the further south they go, the denser the forest will be and the more abundant water resources will be.
This discovery was the greatest comfort for the people of the Frog tribe during their migration. They told themselves that they would be able to reach a place where there was no shortage of water, plenty of prey, and a place suitable for survival.
The leader of the frog tribe, Huo Meng, walked to the water's edge. Through the stream, he saw his own reflection. He saw that the totem lines and warrior stripes on his face had been blurred by sweat.
Huo Meng simply took some water, washed his face, and enjoyed the comfortable feeling of water flowing over his cheeks.
Later, he found Wu.
"Witch, help me draw a new totem pattern."
"Okay."
The frog tribe shaman found the paint from the animal skin bag he carried with him, mixed it evenly with water, then dipped his fingers in the paint, and painted it on Huo Meng's face bit by bit.
The totem pattern of the frog tribe is not complicated. It is just a giant round frog with relatively long legs. The painting is very abstract and even looks a bit funny.
In fact, the totem patterns of all tribes are similar, and only a few tribes have good-looking totem patterns.
Because you can’t expect every tribe’s first-generation shaman to be a painting genius.
Maybe a certain witch is more talented in painting, but he can only make the lines look better, but he dare not change the totem pattern.
Only some large tribes with a relatively long heritage can finally make their totem patterns look better through generations of shamans’ continuous fine-tuning.
After the frog tribe shaman finished drawing the totem pattern, Huo Meng said again: "Remember to draw the six-color warrior pattern and make it thicker."
The frog tribe wizard nodded, then took out six kinds of paint, mixed them, and painted them one by one on Huo Meng's face.
"Okay."
After the frog tribe witch finished painting, he collected all the paints. These paints are very important to the witches.
The fire was so fierce that I took a photo of it on the relatively calm water, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Although his strength is only three colors, as long as he has six colors painted on his face and he is tall and powerful, he can still bluff people.
"Do we really want to go to the Southern Wasteland? I think if we go further, the environment will be very good. There are forests, water, and prey."
Wu Da from the Frog Tribe migrated all the way to the Southern Wilderness, but he wasn't very enthusiastic about it, because the Frog Tribe's understanding of the Southern Wilderness was limited to the descriptions of the two people from the Vine Tribe.
Huo Meng asked: "Witch, what season is it now?"
"Winter."
"Yes, it's winter, but let alone snow here now, we don't even need to wear thick animal skin clothes. I remember this was not like this before."
The frog tribe shaman frowned slightly, but said nothing.
"The place where our frog tribe has lived for generations used to be a large forest. The water in the sacred lake was always very abundant. Every winter, it would snow, and our giant frogs would hide in holes to hibernate."
"But what happened later? In just a dozen years, everything changed."
"It no longer rains often, it doesn't snow in winter, the big forest is gone, the sacred lake has dried up, and the giant frog no longer hibernates."
Huo Meng pointed at the ground and continued: "This place is also hot and rains less now. If we stay here, who knows whether this place will become like the place we lived before?"
"Since we have already embarked on the migration path and traveled for so long, why not migrate directly to the Southern Wilderness?"
"Even if we are close to the Southern Wilderness, we will no longer have to migrate long distances like now."
After hearing Huo Meng's words, the frog tribe shaman sighed slightly and said, "What you said makes sense, but the road is too long. Haven't we encountered enough dangers along the way?"
"Witch, even if we find a place to settle nearby, can we guarantee that there will be no danger? Impossible."
The frog tribe witch nodded helplessly, admitting Huo Meng's statement.
"I will take the soldiers to hunt first."
Huo Meng left the creek, followed closely by a giant frog.
In fact, most of the people in the Frog Tribe have the same idea as Wu Shi. The Southern Wilderness is too far away, and they just want to find a good place and settle down.
If it weren't for Huo Meng's persistence, the Frog Tribe wouldn't even be able to get here.
Huo Meng is also very tired, especially when no one understands him, that feeling of exhaustion is even more devastating.
But in order for the frog tribe to continue and even grow, he must persist.
As he said, there is no absolutely safe place in this land. Even if you settle down, you may be invaded by other tribes or even wiped out.
In this case, why do we have to make do with it?
Only by migrating to a place that is truly suitable for the survival of the frog tribe can the frog tribe have a chance to grow. Otherwise, without the totem god, insufficient population, and unsatisfactory living area, the frog tribe may die at any time.
"Follow me and go hunting!"
Huo Meng straightened his back, raised his head, and took the lead in walking towards the forest ahead.
By the stream, the warriors of the frog tribe looked at each other, then whistled, and followed the fierce pace with the giant frog with wet skin.
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Southern Wasteland, Vine Tribe.
"Chief, leader..."
Jiang Xuan was trying to make some bamboo slips, but someone shouted loudly outside.
Tangyuan followed the giant eagle out for hunting. Jiang Xuan could only put down the bamboo slices he was baking and went to open the door himself.
"Coming."
Jiang Xuan walked to the courtyard, stepped on the thick snow, walked to the courtyard door, moved away the frozen door support wood, and then opened the courtyard door.
"I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant!"
Outside the door is Uncaria, his expression is very excited, his eyes are shining.
"What's pregnant?"
Jiang Xuan felt a little baffled.
"Poria, Poria is pregnant with my child!"
When Uncaria said this, she was so excited that she wanted to jump up.
"Really?"
"Really, Poria told me about it, and Wu also went to see it."
"That's great. Congratulations, Uncaria, you are going to be a father."
Jiang Xuan felt very pleasantly surprised that Unto was going to be a father, which gave him an indescribable feeling. In short, he had mixed emotions, and the most obvious one was that he was happy for Unto.
"Chief, do you think Fu Ling is pregnant with a boy or a girl? Should I give the child a name? I also have to prepare food for them."
"By the way, thick animal skin clothing is also a must. In such a cold weather, the child cannot be frozen."
Uncaria talked a lot, even a little incoherently. She was obviously over-excited.
Jiang Xuan said helplessly: "Isn't it a little early to say this now? It will take at least half a year to get pregnant, and the weather may be very hot by then."
"Yes, yes..."
Undo scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "It's okay to pick a name first, right? Chief, how about you help me think of a name."
"I can't help with this kind of thing. It's still a long time anyway. You can think about it yourself. It's best to ask Poria for her opinion."
Thinking of a name is a very troublesome thing. Jiang Xuan thinks it is better to let the Undo couple deal with the headache themselves.
"Okay, then I'll go back and ask Poria."
Snow began to fall in the sky again, and the two entered the house.
Undo was still very excited to tell Jiang Xuan something about the child. He was even thinking about how to teach the child to hunt.
While Jiang Xuan was baking bamboo slices, he listened to Unto's thoughts about the future, and discussed it with Unto from time to time.
This feeling is very wonderful.
The Vine Tribe has not been established for a long time, and its members are a mixture of different tribes. Due to different living habits and different thinking, they are not particularly harmonious.
But now, the second generation of the Vine Tribe is about to be born.
In fact, since the establishment of the Vine Tribe, hundreds of children have been born. With the relatively sufficient food and resources of the Vine Tribe, most of the children have survived, but of course a small number have died due to various reasons.
These children are the hope for the future of the Vine Tribe.
If the Vine tribe can survive, these children will live, grow and learn various skills in the tribe.
When the second or even third generation of children from the Vine Tribe grow up, everything they remember will be about the Vine Tribe.
They will have a strong sense of identification with the Vine Tribe. As long as the tribe treats them well, most of them will protect the tribe from the bottom of their hearts.
How far the tribe can go in the future depends on how these children grow up.
With everything the Vine Tribe has now and the knowledge Jiang Xuan has mastered, he is very confident that the children of the Vine Tribe can be stronger than the children of other tribes, have more knowledge, and can make better use of their talents.<
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Regarding this, Jiang Xuan is very confident!
After Uncaria finished talking with Jiang Xuan, she went back eagerly because Jiang Xuan told him that pregnancy was very hard and asked him to take good care of Poria and give her more nutritious food.
The Vine Tribe is different from other tribes. Pregnant women and children in the Vine Tribe will receive special care. They will be given more meat, warmer animal skin clothing, and more rest time.
Jiang Xuan told Uncaria that fresh fish is very nutritious and good for the development of babies.
So Uncaria hurried back and found Nepeta again, hoping that he could help get some live fish.
"I haven't gone fishing in the Feiyu River for a while. How about this? I'll go to the pond and get a few for you."
"I'll help too."
The two took ice-breaking tools, informed Jiang Xuan first, and then went to the pond to break the ice and fish.
The ponds of the Teng tribe will be dug very deep in the center, and a bamboo shed will be built, covered with tall red crystal rice straw, so that even if the pond is frozen in winter, the fish can have a hiding place.
Uncaria and Nepeta walked directly to the center of the pond, and then used a sharp stone hammer at one end to chip away at the ice bit by bit.
Because it was covered by a shed, the ice in the center of the pond was much thinner than in other places. Under the vigorous hammering of the two tricolor warriors, an ice hole was quickly carved out.
Almost all the fish in the pond gather here, crowded together.
Due to the lack of oxygen underwater, when the hole in the ice was opened, many fish quickly surfaced and breathed with their mouths open.
Nepeta had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately caught several big fish and put them into rattan baskets.
Then, he covered the ice eyes with red crystal rice straw to prevent the fish from jumping to the ice and freezing to death.
Nepeta handed the rattan basket to Uncaria and said: "These fish should be enough to eat for a few days."
Uncaria held the rattan basket, looked at the big fish jumping around inside, and said happily: "That's enough, that's enough, thank you Brother Jingjie."
"We are all from the same tribe, so why are you so polite?"
The two walked back with their tools, and their relationship was obviously much closer than before.
After returning to the house, Uncaria immediately cleaned a big fish, put it into a pottery tripod, and cooked soup with Polygonatum sibiricum and other foods.
After cleaning the other fish, put some salt on it and put it away. In such a cold weather, fresh fish can be stored for a long time, let alone wipe it with salt.
Poria looked at the fish in the pot, feeling uncomfortable and said: "You don't have to make these for me, as long as you can eat enough."
"The leader said that eating more fresh fish is good for the child in your belly."
"Then...then there's no need to cook such a big one."
As soon as she heard that it was good for children, Poria immediately softened her heart.
Uncaria said: "You can eat it without worry. I will get it if there is no more. I will just catch more prey for the tribe in the future."
Fuling nodded and said: "I will also make more clothes for the tribe in the future."
Both of them have simple concepts. Since they eat more food from the tribe, they should work more for the tribe, so that they can feel at ease.
……
In the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan continued to make bamboo slips.
He first used a stone knife to break and peel off the green skin on the bamboo slices along the bamboo lines.
Because the green bark is too hard, it is difficult to engrave without peeling it off, and the surface color of bamboo with green bark is inconsistent after drying, which affects the look and feel of the finished product.
After removing the green skin, Jiang Xuan placed the bamboo slices on the rough stones and polished the surface piece by piece until it was smooth.
Then, he baked these bamboo slices one by one on the fire. The bamboo slices baked at high temperature can not only kill the insect eggs that may be present on them, but also dry out the moisture, making the bamboo slices less likely to deform.
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Finally, he used a sharp stone to drill a hole into the top of each bamboo piece, and then strung it together with strong bark strings.
Due to limited tools, these bamboo pieces are relatively wide and thick. Although they are not as delicate as the bamboo slips Jiang Xuan saw in his previous life, they can still be used.
After making the original bamboo slips, he found a small carving knife made of fine stone and began to slowly carve characters on the bamboo slips.
What he carved was a calendar.
In fact, the reason why he took so much time and effort to make the bamboo slips was because the first calendar bamboo tube had been drilled several times by insects and would probably rot within a few years.
At that time, the bamboo tube did not undergo any treatment and was directly engraved, so it was not known that there were insect eggs in the bamboo.
In order to prevent the calendar information he had worked so hard to carve from being lost, he could only take advantage of the ample time in winter to make some non-perishable bamboo slips and copy the calendar information on the bamboo tubes onto the bamboo slips.
"One year in the Vine Tribe, January 1st is sunny."
Jiang Xuan carved these words on a brand new bamboo slip, blew on the powder on it, and was quite satisfied with the engraving effect.