"Chief, a group of tourists have come to the southern mountains and forests."
In the evening, Uncaria, who was responsible for patrolling the mountains and forests in the south, quickly ran to Jiang Xuan to report.
"How many people are there?"
"Well...there are a lot of people anyway."
Uncaria is a little embarrassed, because he can only count simply, but there are too many and he can't count them.
Not only Uncaria, but most tribal people are not very good at counting and can only count roughly. This has a lot to do with their lack of education.
Only people like Wu who have a lot of knowledge and inheritance will be stronger than them.
Jiang Xuan patted his shoulder with understanding and said, "Take me over and have a look."
"Okay."
Uncaria immediately led Jiang Xuan towards the southern mountains and forests, followed closely by Chi Shao and others.
On the way, Jiang Xuan pondered that it was necessary to teach the tribesmen simple and easy-to-write numbers, as well as simple addition and subtraction, otherwise they would not be able to count the tribe's supplies and people even more in the future.
This can be done in winter when the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, because that’s when you have the most free time.
Let’s talk about the group of tourists. After they approached the Vine Tribe, they were startled when they first saw dozens of skulls hanging on trees swaying in the wind.
After finally building up the courage to walk through that area, I saw the giant eagle returning from foraging for food.
The huge giant eagle landed in front, setting off a gust of wind, which scared the tourists and almost fled in all directions.
Fortunately, Nepeta found that the giant eagle did not attack them, so it forcibly stabilized these tourists.
After finally arriving at the outskirts of the Vine Tribe, it was already dark, but the giant bonfire in the crop fields of the Vine Tribe was still burning brightly.
"There is a house ahead."
A sharp-eyed tourist discovered the house where the old witch lived.
"That big bird is also next to the house. Oh my God, it's taller than the house."
"It should be the battle pet of this tribe, right?"
The tourists were chattering and discussing, and were happy because they had found the place where the smoke was rising.
"To have such a powerful battle pet, this must be a big tribe!"
Nepeta became even more excited. He walked forward quickly, and finally left the dense jungle and arrived at the outskirts of the Vine Tribe.
The giant eagle glanced at them coldly, then continued to eat the meat.
The old witch was not surprised by the arrival of these tourists, because he knew that the bonfires were lit to attract tourists.
The old witch used a stone knife to cut a piece of meat from the prey, then returned to the house and threw it into a clay pot to cook.
He is old and has bad teeth, so he needs to cook the meat in a clay pot for a long time until it is tender before eating.
"Chief, look, it's such a big vine!"
Just when Nepeta was about to go to the bamboo house to inquire, a tourist saw the huge ancient vines wrapping around the stone mountain at a glance.
At this time, the setting sun has gradually set, and the last ray of sunlight shines on the ancient vine, covering the entire ancient vine with a layer of orange-red color, making the ancient vine look even more mysterious.
Nepeta looked at the huge ancient stone mountain vine, and his eyes were dull. This scene gave him a strong psychological impact.
"This is the territory of the Vine Tribe, which tribe do you belong to?"
At this moment, a voice drew Jie Jie's attention back to the ground from the ancient vines on the stone mountain.
Jing Jie saw Jiang Xuan and the Vine Tribe warriors behind him at a glance.
He saw the totem patterns on the faces of Jiang Xuan and others, as well as the iconic horizontal stripes of a warrior of one color.
Nepeta hurriedly said: "We are a group of tourists who have lost their tribe and are looking for a tribe willing to take us in."
A female tourist added: "We came here after seeing the thick smoke."
Jiang Xuan was delighted, he was indeed a tourist.
However, Chi Shao tugged on his animal skin clothes and whispered in his ear: "There are too many tourists coming..."
Jiang Xuan roughly counted the tourists in Wuyangyang and found that there were hundreds of them, which seriously exceeded his psychological expectations.
There are indeed too many tourists here.
The sky was relatively dark, and Jingjie did not notice the subtle changes in Jiang Xuan's face. He asked anxiously: "Are you a big tribe here?"
Jiang Xuan shook his head helplessly and sighed: "No, we are just a small tribe."
Jiang Xuan's words were like a bolt from the blue, shattering Jie Jie's sweet dream.
What has always supported Jing Jie and this group of tourists to survive is the idea of finding a big tribe to take them in.
Even though so many people died and suffered so many injuries along the way, he gritted his teeth and persisted.
When he saw the thick smoke column, he was more excited than ever before, because he felt that he had finally found the big tribe.
But now, this dream is shattered.
Jingjie looked around blankly. He only saw seven or eight bamboo houses and an empty crop field.
As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. The huge psychological gap between dreams and reality made him almost collapse.
"How...how could this happen..."
Nepeta stood there blankly, with her mouth slightly open, feeling very helpless and confused.
The smiles on the faces of those tourists also froze, and then turned into disappointment and despair.
Jiang Xuan felt their emotional changes, and he didn't know why he felt very uncomfortable, but his Vine tribe really couldn't eat so many tourists.
Jiang Xuan said softly: "We plan to recruit thirty tourists."
Jingjie finally came to his senses and said with difficulty: "But...but we have far more than thirty tourists here."
A middle-aged tourist at the back cried and cried: "The weather is getting colder and colder, and it will snow soon. Without the tribe to take care of us, we will die, everyone will die."
"I don't want to die, wuwuwu..."
Sadness spread among the tourists, and cries broke out everywhere.
A relatively strong tourist squeezed out, walked up to Jiang Xuan, showed off his arm muscles, and said urgently: "Take me in, I am strong and can help the tribe hunt."
Other tourists also reacted one after another and rushed to Jiang Xuan, shouting that they wanted to join the Vine Tribe.
They are afraid that others will be taken in while they themselves will be abandoned and eventually die in the jungle.
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Only Jing Jie remained silent, as he had not yet recovered from his shattered dream.
In the bamboo house not far away, the old witch walked to the door and looked here with interest. He wanted to see how Jiang Xuan would deal with this situation.
"Stop arguing!"
Jiang Xuan was upset by the noise, so he yelled, scaring the tourists so much that they backed away and dared not say anything for a while.
Because they are afraid that if they offend Jiang Xuan and refuse to take them in, then they will really have nowhere to go.
Jiang Xuan lowered his head and forced himself to think calmly.
If we were more ruthless, we would follow our previous idea and only recruit thirty tourists in the best physical condition.
But as a result, the remaining tourists may not survive this winter.
Think about it another way, if more than a hundred tourists can all be admitted to the Vine Tribe, the population of the Vine Tribe will be greatly supplemented and it will become a real small tribe, not a micro tribe.
Of course, there are risks. With so many tourists, the existing food of the Teng tribe will not be enough, and people may starve to death.
Jiang Xuan felt in a dilemma because the Vine Tribe was too fragile and could be destroyed in an instant if he was not careful, but he did not want to miss this opportunity to rapidly expand his population.
Jiang Xuan turned around, looked at Chi Shao, Uncaria and others, and asked, "What do you think?"
Chi Shao looked at Jiang Xuan with eyes full of trust and said: "You are the leader, you decide."
Undo and the others nodded one after another. In their inherent impression, these major events were all decided by the leader or the shaman.
There are no witches in the Vine tribe, so the leader needs to make decisions alone.
Jiang Xuan looked back at the ancient vines of Shishan Mountain, then at the vast cultivated land of the Vine Tribe, and finally at the river in the distance, and an idea slowly came to his mind.
"Stand back and let me talk to your leader!"
Jiang Xuan just heard someone calling him Leader Jingjie, and there was a horizontal stripe on Jingjie's face. He was obviously a warrior of one color. He should have a certain prestige among these tourists.
Those tourists were anxious, but they did not dare to go against Jiang Xuan's words, so they slowly backed away, letting Jingjie stand at the front.
"I know you feel very sad, but the most important thing right now is how to keep you people alive, isn't it?"
Jiang Xuan's words, coupled with the will to survive, made Jingjie slowly raise her head.
He was not a fragile person to begin with, but the blow of his dream being shattered was too great and he could not recover for a while.
Jiang Xuan saw that Jing Jie's eyes had regained their luster, and said, "There are two ways now, just listen."
"One is that I select thirty people from among you to join the Vine Tribe, but the weather is getting colder and colder now. I'm afraid it will snow before others can find other tribes. I don't need to say more about the consequences, right?"
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Nepeta nodded, but said nothing.
"The second method is for all of you to stay outside the Vine Tribe. We can help build houses to keep you out of the cold, and we will also provide the food needed by thirty people."
"You need to work hard to solve the remaining food. Anyone who can survive this winter can join the Vine Tribe."
Nepeta said with difficulty: "It will snow soon. Where can we find food?"
The tourists also had sad eyes, obviously thinking that there was no food at all in winter and many of them would starve to death.
Jiang Xuandao: "Don't worry, I have a way for you to find food in winter. As long as you work hard, plus the rations for thirty people provided by the Vine Tribe, most of you will definitely be able to survive."
Jiang Xuan glanced at the ancient stone mountain vine again, then turned back to Jing Jie and said, "You don't have to reply to me now. I will ask someone to help you tonight to build a temporary shelter for you and give you some food."
"Tomorrow at noon is the day of the Vine Tribe's sacrifice. You can watch the ceremony. After the sacrifice, you can tell me your choice."
After hearing Jiang Xuan's words, Jingjie nodded helplessly. He really needed time to think about it carefully.
Jiang Xuan turned back to Unteng and said, "Go find Gan Song and the others, light a bonfire, and help these tourists build sheds."
"Okay!"
Uncaria immediately returned to the tribe and called Gan Song and others over.
Soon, piles of bonfires were lit outside the Vine Tribe. The tourists and the Vine Tribe people worked hard to build temporary sheds as shelters and prepared to spend the night here.
After setting up the shed, Jiang Xuan asked people to deliver some food to these tourists, so that they could barely fill their stomachs. It was impossible to be full.
In the end, these more than a hundred tourists lived in temporary sheds, guarded the bonfire, and anxiously awaited their fate tomorrow.
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