On the stilted building, Qingye and Jiang Xuan sat opposite each other around the fire pit.
The fire pit in the stilted building is built from the foundation with stones and mud, which is also one of the architectural features of the crocodile tribe.
While Qingye was roasting the meat, he looked at Jiang Xuando faintly and said: "It's been two years and you haven't come to see me for such a long time. I thought you had forgotten me."
Jiang Xuan said with some embarrassment: "In the past two years, a lot of things have happened in the tribe. The tribes who migrated from the Western Wilderness have been fighting hard with us, and we really can't spare the time to come over."
When Qingye heard about the tribal war, he asked nervously: "Then you weren't seriously injured, right?"
"No, my luck has always been pretty good. Besides, I have the protection of the Vine God."
Qingye breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
Soon, the two fell silent again, and there was only the "crackling" sound of the flames and the "sizzling" sound of roasting animal meat in the room.
When the barbecue was cooked, Qingye handed a large skewer of barbecue to Jiang Xuan.
"This is the rock frog we hunted in the swamp. The meat should be of good quality. You can try it."
Jiang Xuan took the roasted frog meat, cooled it slightly, and took a bite. A rich meaty aroma immediately filled his mouth.
“It’s really good, the texture is very tender, and it’s grilled just right.”
Jiang Xuan's approval brought a smile to Qingye's face: "Eat more. Since I was swallowed by that giant frog in Blackwater Lake last time, I have often hunted various frogs to eat, and I have eaten the giant frogs."
Fear turns to appetite."
Jiang Xuan nodded, and then started chewing big mouthfuls, because the meat of rock frogs is indeed much more delicious than ordinary animal meat.
After eating the meat, Qingye took out some fish scale fruits and wild fruits picked from Heishui Lake for Jiang Xuan to try.
After eating and drinking, the two chatted for a while, and the night gradually got darker.
Qingye got closer and closer to Jiang Ze, and finally came behind him, and quietly raised a short wooden stick as thick as a cup.
Jiang Xuan suddenly turned his head and saw the wooden stick at a glance. He asked in confusion: "Qingye, what are you doing?"
Qingye said without changing his expression: "I want to give you a stick so that you can stay here for the night."
Jiang Xuan suddenly remembered that people in some tribes have a tradition, that is, when young men and women fall in love with the person they like, they will knock the person unconscious with a wooden stick, and then carry them home or do good things in the open air.
Of course, some rude warriors were too strong and could not control the intensity of beating people, and sometimes beat the people they liked to death. Therefore, the shamans of each tribe later strictly ordered the tribesmen not to violently hit people on the head with wooden sticks. However, hitting the person you like on the head with a wooden stick has not disappeared, but has become something like a ritual.
For example, if Jiang Xuan is willing to stay the night, he will pretend that he did not see the stick, and after Qingye taps him gently, he will cooperate and pretend to faint.
If he is not willing, then refuse to be knocked, leave here, and spend the night in the guest room prepared for him by the Crocodile Tribe.
Jiang Xuan looked at Qingye, and then said sincerely: "Thank you for the food, but I have very important and urgent things to do when I come to the central part this time. I will stay overnight... next time... go to bed early, I will go back first."
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Then, he got up, opened the door of the stilted building, and ran away.
Run...run?
Qingye looked at the empty door, threw the stick away angrily, and cursed in a tearful voice: "Asshole, just eat and run away, how long do you want me to wait?"
However, Jiang Xuan had already run away at this time, and only Ye Feng responded to her.
In the lake in the center of the tribe, the crocodile god glanced here, turned over, and continued to sleep.
After returning to the guest room arranged by the Crocodile Tribe, Jiang Xuan lay on the bed, feeling uneasy.
To be fair, Aoba is indeed a good woman, relatively strong, and beautiful. The two of them shared hardships in Blackwater, so it is impossible to say that they are not moved at all.
But the current situation of the Vine Tribe is a bit complicated. If they want to continue to grow and develop, they must leave the barren northern part of the Southern Wilderness and enter the central part.
But if such a large tribe wants to squeeze into the rich central area, how can other tribes agree?
Even though the Crocodile Tribe seems to have a very good relationship with him now, when it comes to the interests of the tribe, there is absolutely no way the Crocodile Tribe will give in.
Once there is a conflict between the two parties, how will he and Aoba deal with each other?
Therefore, when faced with Qingye who wanted to keep him overnight, he could only run away seemingly ruthlessly, not daring to really have a substantive relationship with her.
Jiang Xuan plans to wait until the Vine Tribe's forces enter the central region and the situation becomes clearer before considering his personal emotional issues.
Because he is the leader of the Vine Tribe, every move he makes may affect the layout of the entire tribe.
"Huh..."
Jiang Xuan took a long breath, then stopped thinking about these things, closed his eyes, and fell asleep on his side.
Early the next morning, after Jiang Xuan woke up, he simply ate something and then immediately said goodbye to the leader of the crocodile tribe.
Cimu said in surprise: "Are you leaving so soon? Why don't you stay a few more days when you come so far away?"
Jiang Xuandao: "Chief Cimu, let me tell you the truth, we have some important things to deal with when we go to the central part this time. When we have enough time next time, we will definitely visit the Crocodile Tribe again."
"Well, since Chief Xuan has something to do, I won't keep you here." Cimu said to Shi Ya who was standing aside: "Go and prepare some dried animal meat and fruits to give to Chief Xuan and the others as dry food."
"Yes!"
Shiya immediately went to prepare dried animal meat and wild fruits, packed them in animal skin bags, and carried two large bags over to give to Jiang Xuan.
"Thank you, Chief Cimu. Let's go now. Next time we have a chance, Chief Cimu will definitely come to our Teng tribe to play. Then I will entertain Chief Cimu well."
"Hahaha, okay, then it's settled."
Cimu laughed and sent Jiang Xuan and the others out of the tribe, and sent two giant crocodiles to send them across the river.
After landing, Jiang Xuan blew the bone whistle and summoned Tangyuan back. Then he moved all the luggage and things sent by the crocodile tribe to Tangyuan's back, and the three of them set off on Tangyuan again.
"Yier..."
The glutinous rice balls circled into the sky and made a sharp chirping sound.
Among the crocodile tribe, Qingye bit her lip and watched the huge ferocious bird gradually go away. Her eyes turned red unknowingly, because she didn't know how long it would take for them to see each other again, or even the next time.
Whether we can meet again is a question.
Because living in this dangerous land, war, disease, ferocious birds and beasts, poisonous insects and poisonous snakes can easily kill people, and no one can guarantee that they can live safely until they grow old naturally.
Shiya saw Qingye standing by the river, and curiously approached him and asked: "Sister, why didn't you come out just now to see off Leader Xuan?"
Qingye wiped the corner of his eyes to calm down, and then glared at Shiya angrily: "Do you want to take care of it? Just do your job."
"What did I say wrong?"
After saying that, Qingye turned around and left, leaving only Shi Ya who was inexplicably scolded and looked confused.