Chapter 153: The once prosperous Mountain Turtle Tribe
Jiang Xuan heard about the relocation of the Latter tribe when he went to the Shangui tribe to trade.
"Now, the Bird Tribe has occupied that large area, and many small tribes have been wiped out. If the Otter Tribe doesn't leave, it will end up being wiped out sooner or later."
Shanjia is a little melancholy. Although the Mountain Turtle Tribe is relatively far away from the Birds of War tribe, the Birds of War tribe is expanding too fast. Maybe it will come here one day.
At that time, what should the Shangui Tribe do?
When a small tribe attacks, they can still hold it back with the powerful defensive turtle god, but when a medium tribe attacks, they really can't hold it back.
Jiang Xuan was sitting in Shanjia's house, eating mushroom kebabs, and asked: "Are there any medium-sized tribes or large tribes here in the Southern Wasteland?"
"Our place is on the edge of the Southern Wilderness. Those medium-sized tribes and large tribes don't want to come here at all."
"Why? Because there is little flat land, there are steep mountains or dangerous swamps. It is far worse than other places in the Southern Wilderness."
The mountain beetle was quite sad when he said this, obviously very dissatisfied with the harsh living environment.
Jiang Xuan asked in surprise: "Have you been to other places in Southern Wasteland?"
"We are old friends, so let me tell you a secret."
Shanjia paused and said: "Actually, Shanjia tribe was once powerful before. It is said that at its most powerful time, the population was more than 8,000."
"This is what the witch told me." Shanjia added.
Jiang Xuan said in shock: "Isn't it about to become a big tribe?"
"That's not true. It's too difficult to become a large tribe, but among medium-sized tribes, it is relatively powerful."
"It is said that at that time, our Mountain Turtle tribe lived in the central part of the Southern Wilderness. There were big rivers and big lakes there, and there were flat lands everywhere. There were a lot of prey, and it rarely snowed."
When the mountain beetle said this, his eyes shone, obviously yearning for that rich land.
"Then how did you end up here?"
Jiang Xuan took a bite of the mushroom and listened to the mountain turtle continue talking.
"Later, it is said that a big tribe was offended and a big war broke out. The old turtle god tried his best to block the totem god of that big tribe. The remaining tribesmen rode giant mountain turtles up the river and finally came here." p>
"However, the old turtle god stayed there forever."
When the mountain turtle said this, his eyes were a little sad.
Although he has never met the Old Turtle God, he still admires the Old Turtle God very much even though he has only heard the stories.
Jiang Xuan said in astonishment: "In other words, your current Turtle God...is not the previous one?"
Shanjia nodded calmly and said: "Yes, the current Turtle God is the child of the old Turtle God."
"So that's it."
Jiang Xuan probably understood what was going on.
The Mountain Turtle Tribe was once a powerful medium-sized tribe that lived in the fertile central part of the Southern Wilderness. Later, it offended a large tribe. After the tribe was conquered, some tribesmen went upstream along the river and finally settled in the large swamp on the edge of the Southern Wilderness.<
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Fortunately, their old turtle god left behind a heir, which is the current turtle god. Although his strength is not as strong as the old turtle god, it is still no problem to protect a small tribe.
The Mountain Turtle Tribe has continued like this, but judging from their development, it is not easy to become a medium-sized tribe again.
Therefore, they can only pass on the past glory from generation to generation, but they are unable to return to the rich land in the central part of the Southern Wilderness.
The Mountain Turtle Tribe is actually lucky. An old turtle god was killed in battle, but a young turtle god was left behind, retaining the fire.
More tribes fell apart immediately after the death of the totem god, without even a chance to pass on the legacy.
"Central Southern Wasteland..."
Jiang Xuan muttered something, ate the last piece of mushroom, and said: "I should go and experience it if I find a chance."
Eastern Wilderness, Western Wilderness, Southern Wilderness, and Northern Wilderness are the four major regions of the primitive continent. Each region is vast and boundless, and there are countless tribes living there.
Jiang Xuan has been to the Western Wasteland, but due to the drastic changes in the world, one-third of the Western Wasteland has become a desert, and the environment in other places has also become harsh, far worse than before.
But the Southern Wilderness is different. The environment in the Southern Wilderness is still suitable for living. So what will the central area be like?
Just listening to Shanjia's description, you know that it is a truly good place to live. Only such a place has the conditions for the birth of a large tribe.
As for the edge of the Southern Wilderness, it would be good to be able to survive a few relatively weak medium-sized tribes.
Jiang Xuan suspected that the Wasp tribe, which had traded with the Rabbit tribe, just couldn't stand the poverty here and moved further south when they had the ability.
Shanjia said: "Chief Xuan, I really envy you. You can have a flying mount and can go to many places."
"The mountain beetle leader can also try to raise one."
The mountain beetle shook his head in frustration and said: "I caught some baby birds and raised them, and some of them died. I finally raised one or two, but they were not big enough to carry people."
Jiang Xuan comforted Shanjia and then started to do business.
He didn't come here to eat, drink and listen to stories, but to trade magic mushrooms. These mushrooms can help the weaker warriors of the Vine Tribe improve their strength as quickly as possible.
Both parties are old acquaintances, and the transaction process was very smooth.
The Vine tribe got several large bags of magic mushrooms with various functions, while the Mountain Turtle tribe got salt and pottery. Both sides got what they wanted.
After the transaction was completed, it was time for Jiang Xuan to go back.
"唳......"
Tangyuan spread its wings and made a sharp cry.
Jiang Xuan climbed on Tangyuan's back, and two Vine tribe warriors also climbed up.
Shanjia walked outside the tribe to see Jiang Xuan off.
Before leaving, Shanjia said to Jiang Xuan: "Chief Xuan, if you really go to the central part, please help find out whether the remains of our old turtle god are still there."
It stands to reason that the turtle shell of the Old Turtle God is huge and extremely hard, so it should be difficult to rot.
Although the Mountain Turtle Tribe is no longer strong, it still hopes that one day, it can bring the remains of the old Turtle God back to the tribe to worship.
Jiang Xuan nodded and said: "Okay, if there is a chance, I will help you find out."
"Thank you, Chief Xuan."
The mountain beetle waved his hand, and then watched the glutinous rice balls flap their huge wings, fly into the sky, and gradually go away.
There was an unconcealable look of envy in his eyes.
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Peaceful time always passes quickly, and in a blink of an eye, summer is here.
"Chi chi chi..."
"Qua... Gua..."
"Gu...Gu Gu..."
At night, Fengcao lay on the bamboo bed, listening to the chirping of insects, frogs, and birds outside, tossing and turning but unable to sleep.
After coming to the Vine Tribe, because she could use bone needles to sew animal skin clothing, she was assigned to a clothing workshop and worked with Poria to make clothes.
Fengcao's fingers are very nimble, and she can sew better clothes than others. She is also smart, can learn anything quickly, and is good at being a good person.
Soon, she became Poria's most important helper.
Last winter, Poria became pregnant. As time went by, her belly became bigger and bigger, which naturally made it less convenient to work.
Fu Ling handed over more and more things to Feng Cao, and Feng Cao handled them very well, and also maintained a good relationship with other people in the garment workshop.
With his extraordinary ability, Feng Cao easily integrated into the Vine Tribe and occupied a place in the clothing workshop.
But she doesn't want to work in a clothing workshop all the time.
She has always had a wish in her heart, that is to follow Jiang Xuan.
When she was at her most desperate, it was Jiang Xuan who killed the leader of the Crow Tribe and rescued her from the fatal whirlpool.
The figure riding the purple raptor was deeply imprinted in her mind.
However, there are many people in the Vine tribe who want to follow Jiang Xuan. She is just a small one-color warrior, so what can she do to compete with them?
That Dong Kui even wanted to give birth to a child for Jiang Xuan without hesitation, and often went to Jiang Xuan's yard to show her courtesy.
Fengcao is more mature than Dongkui, perhaps because she has suffered more and understands human nature better.
She knew that shamelessly approaching Jiang Xuan would not attract Jiang Xuan's attention.
Only by mastering an irreplaceable ability can she be different from others and make Jiang Xuan take her seriously.
What kind of ability should be mastered so that Jiang Xuan can value it and make it irreplaceable? Feng Cao can't think of it for a while.
She turned over and looked at the dancing flames in the fire pit, fascinated...
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Also unable to sleep is the shameless Magnolia in Fengcao's eyes.
But instead of lying on the bed, she squatted by the fire pit and used black charcoal to write and draw on the ground.
"Eight times nine equals seventy-two, then eighty times nine equals seven hundred and twenty..."
Magnolia muttered in a low voice while performing simple vertical multiplication calculations on the ground.
It has been a long time since Jiang Xuan promoted arithmetic and Arabic numerals in the Teng tribe.
But most of the Vine Tribe people still focus on counting points and simple addition and subtraction.
As for multiplication and division, which are more complicated than addition and subtraction, only a few people in the entire Vine tribe have learned it except witches.
Dong Kui is one of these few people.
When she first came into contact with numbers, she quickly memorized the basic numbers and quickly learned addition and subtraction. Later, she even asked Jiang Xuan to learn multiplication and division.
She shows greater talent than ordinary people in counting and calculations.
After Jiang Xuan discovered this talent, he encouraged her to learn more and was willing to teach her when he had time.
As the tribe grows, material management will become a problem.
The warriors of the Vine Tribe may be very capable in combat, but they would be blind if they were asked to count supplies.
We can't always let Jiang Xuan or Chi Shao manage these supplies and be the warehouse manager, right?
What's more, Jiang Xuan actually has no talent in mathematics. After entering the sixth grade in his previous life, he rarely passed the exam.
When the types and quantities of supplies increased, Jiang Xuan felt that he might not be able to manage those supplies well.
Therefore, he can only find people in the tribe who are talented in this area and train them, so that they can help him manage the supplies of the Vine Tribe.
Dong Kui is one of the people Jiang Xuan likes, so he is happy to teach her some arithmetic methods.
"Twenty-one multiplied by twenty-five is equal to... five hundred and twenty-five."
Dong Kui used various combinations of numbers to practice multiplication. The women who lived in the same house with her were already asleep, but she was not sleepy at all and was immersed in the world of numbers.
The firelight in the fire pit is not stable, and the space on the ground where you can write is limited.
Magnolia squatted on the ground, wrote and erased, and after using up a piece of charcoal, she took another piece of charcoal, seemingly tireless.
It wasn't until late at night that she finally stood up.
Mongkui said to herself: "I have to get up early to work tomorrow, and it's time to go to bed."
After squatting for too long, she felt dizzy and her legs felt numb after standing up.
But Dong Kui didn't care. She slowly walked to her bed and lay down, her mind still occupied with various numerical calculations.
"Buzz buzz..."
A mosquito kept flying around her, making the noise annoying.
"Pa!"
Magnolia took advantage of the mosquito lying on her legs to suck blood, and slapped it to death.
She got up again and added a handful of stinkweed to the fire pit to repel mosquitoes, so that she could sleep more peacefully and be energetic enough to work tomorrow.
Dong Kui lay down again and soon fell asleep...
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On the sixth day of April, Jiang Xuan came to the clothing workshop.
"Chief."
In the workshop, more than a dozen women were working hard to make clothes. When they saw Jiang Xuan come in, they all said hello to him, with fanatical admiration in their eyes.
Fu Ling, who has a big belly, is still working here, but she can't do the heavy work anymore, so she can only sit and do some fine work like sewing.
When Fuling saw Jiang Xuan coming, she hurriedly supported her waist with her hands and stood up.
Jiang Xuan frowned slightly and said: "Fu Ling, I told you that your child is about to be born, so you should have a good rest at home. Why don't you listen?"
Fu Ling lowered her head slightly in embarrassment: "I had nothing to do at home, so I felt panicked, so... came over to do some work."
The living environment of the tribal people is very difficult. There is always not enough food to eat, and there is always not enough clothes to wear. They have to guard against attacks from outside tribes, as well as all kinds of dangers they encounter during hunting and gathering.
This also allows them to develop the habit of working hard every day, because if they don't work for one day, they may go hungry.
As soon as Poria had some free time, she felt nervous. Only when she was working did she feel more at ease. She also felt at ease when she ate the food and meat from the tribe.
Jiang Xuan had no choice but to say to the others: "Look at her and don't let her do heavy work. It will be the same for you in the future. If anyone wants to have a baby, they can all rest."
The women nodded one after another, feeling very moved. When they were in other tribes, where could they have such good leaders?
You can’t rest until the day you give birth.
After you have just given birth, you can rest for a day or two at most, and then you have to continue working. Many people don’t even get any rest at all.
Such a good vine tribe is really rare. Living here, everyone is full of energy and strength, and my heart is warm.
Feng Cao, who was soaking the animal skins, saw this scene. Although he said nothing, his admiration for Jiang Xuan became even more fanatical.
Where can I find such a good leader?
When she fell into endless darkness and despair, it was Jiang Xuan who rescued her from the Crow Tribe.
Later, Jiang Xuan's series of actions warmed her heart like sunshine.
She doesn't expect to be Jiang Xuan's woman, she just hopes that she can master stronger abilities and do more things for him.
"Wind grass."
At this moment, Jiang Xuan came over.
"Chief."
Feng Cao raised his head, his hands shook slightly, and he felt a little nervous.
Jiang Xuan took out a scroll of animal skin and after unfolding it, you could clearly see some strange patterns painted on it.
"Fengcao, Poria cocos is going to have a baby now. I drew some new things. Can you help me make them?"
Feng Cao looked at the animal skin scroll carefully and couldn't understand it, so she didn't say anything because she knew Jiang Xuan would definitely explain.
On the animal skin rolls, there are animal skin jackets with pockets and buttons, animal skin pants with ropes, and animal skin backpacks.
Jiang Xuan explained to Feng Cao one by one:
"This is called a button." Jiang Xuan took out an animal bone as thick as a finger. There were dents on the animal bone and a rope was tied to it.
"We fixed the animal bone rope on one side of the animal skin clothing, made a small opening on the other side of the animal skin clothing, then put the animal bone through it, and then turned it across, and the animal skin clothing can be stuck."
"Using a row of buttons like this can hold the two sides of the animal skin clothing firmly together, which is better than tying the animal skin clothing directly with ropes."
Jiang Xuan pointed to the pocket on the pattern again and explained to Feng Cao.
"This is called a pocket. You only need to cut a piece of animal skin like this and sew it on both sides of the animal skin clothing. It can be used to store things. It is much more convenient than tying an animal skin bag around your waist..."
"This is called a backpack. It is an animal skin bag attached to two ropes and can be carried directly on the back..."
After Jiang Xuan finished explaining, he picked up a few more animal skins and demonstrated them to Feng Cao in detail.
These things are not particularly complicated. Feng Cao understood them quickly and nodded frequently.
"Try it first and do as much as you can. Don't force it."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Xuan left the animal skin scroll to Feng Cao, then turned and left to do other things.
Feng Cao held this animal skin roll in both hands and vowed to make everything on it!