Jiang Xue currently only lets Asongbo serve as the head of the White Tiger Hall, and does not want Asongbo to serve as an elder.
Relatively speaking, this position is indeed the only one that belongs to Asongbo.
Not to mention his weaving skills, his age is also there. He is one of the few elderly people in the tribe.
After Jiang Xue said this, the discussion among the crowd quieted down a lot, but Asongbo still refused: "I'm old and I don't have many years left to live. I'd better forget it."
Jiang Xue frowned, then immediately came up with an idea: "A Songbo, since you are unwilling to be the head of the White Tiger Hall, then, who else do you think in our tribe can be qualified for this position besides you?"
Asongbo swept his cloudy eyes through the crowd, pointed at a young man and said, "I think Ayang is a good kid."
Ayang refused, "Uncle Song, the Snow Witch has already pointed out that you should take this position, so don't refuse. You know my craftsmanship better than I do. I can't even make a backpack!"
Jiang Xue felt speechless.
Why are these people so stubborn?
She was unhappy at the moment: "Let's do this. Asongbo will be the leader of the White Tiger Hall." After a pause, she continued: "Since Asongbo recommended Ayang, then Ayang will be the leader of the first group of the White Tiger Hall."
"Next is Suzaku Hall. As I've made clear just now, the Suzaku Hall is responsible for the security of the tribe. For now, we'll be dividing this hall into two branches: one to teach martial arts, and the other to produce weapons. Therefore, all members of our archery team will automatically be assigned to this hall."
Everyone had no objection to this point and expressed their agreement.
"As I said earlier, the Xuanwu Hall is for daily maintenance, so anyone who likes to repair things can come here. As for the Qinglong Hall, we will be putting it into use soon."
"One more thing to clarify is the White Tiger Hall. Based on the current situation, the White Tiger Hall may have the largest number of members. After all, things like weaving and farming can be included in this hall. Therefore, everyone must pay attention to the role of this hall."
"Well, Ah Qing, you will be the leader of the second farming group of the White Tiger Hall."
"Finally, there's our logistics team, and Aunt Cao will be the leader of the team."
Aunt Cao stared at her with wide eyes: "Xue Wu, what does this so-and-so group do?"
"People like you who usually stay in the tribe and cook for everyone are called the logistics team. You should also be assigned to the White Tiger Hall for the time being."
After Jiang Xue finished speaking, she ignored them and clapped her hands: "We have decided on these four halls for the time being. Except for the White Tiger Hall, the heads of the other three halls have not yet been selected--"
Before she could finish her words, a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky—"BOOM—CRACK!!"
"Why did it suddenly thunder?"
Jiang Xue looked up at the sky. She was a little worried about a heavy rain, so she called everyone into the cave. "Mufeng, you can choose the other three hall masters in the cave. I'll go back to the bamboo house."
Mu Feng was dumbfounded: "Then how do we choose our elders and guardians?"
"First, choose the hall master. The rest will depend on everyone's usual contribution."
After Jiang Xue said this, she ran into the bamboo house, leaving everyone standing there stupidly.
Jiang Xue had just reached the bamboo house when heavy rain began to pour down. Everyone reacted and ran towards the main cave.
Mu Feng and Chi Mu had just pulled the wooden bridge out of the trench and were about to block the entrance with a barricade when someone outside shouted, "Wait, wait, I'm not back yet!"
Mu Feng looked in the direction of the sound and saw Asan carrying something on his back with his animal skin clothes, striding towards the tribe.
Aunt Qingshi, who had entered the bamboo house with Jiang Xue, snorted and said dissatisfiedly, "You little brat, you came back after it was completely dark. Just wait and see how I deal with you!"
Then he walked towards the door.
Jiang Xue didn't say anything. She entered the bamboo house and lit the sheep oil candle.
Since the tribe is to be divided into four halls, and each hall has clearly defined their work content, then she must record such an important matter in the tribe - not to mention anything else, just the names of more than one hundred people, who are specifically assigned to each hall, need to be registered.
Only if she registers will this matter remain stable.
After thinking it over again and again, she could only turn her gaze to the wooden board she had been planing all morning.
She felt it was a luxury to use a wooden board as paper to record things.
But apart from wooden boards, she had nothing better to use. Of course, bamboo slips were also possible, but in this case, she would still have to make the first bamboo slips, and then Abanbo and others would mass-produce them according to her own model.
Just as she was thinking about this, Aunt Qingshi grabbed Ah San's ear and brought him into the bamboo house. Just as she was about to scold Ah San, her eyes suddenly caught sight of the sheep-fat candle on Jiang Xue's bedside. She looked at it curiously and said, "Hey, Snow Witch, what is this thing of yours? How can it even light a fire?"
Jiang Xue said, "This is a candle, specially used for lighting at night."
"Then why haven't I seen you use it before?"
Jiang Xue smiled and said, "It's unnecessary to use it before. This thing is not easy to make. There are only about ten candles in our tribe, and they are all here with me."
After all, they are handmade candles, and bamboo tubes are used as carriers. The candles made are of different sizes, and the surface is a bit rough.
Aunt Qingshi uttered an "oh" and didn't ask any further questions. She just scolded Ah San, "You little bastard! You've become lawless since you arrived at the Snake Tribe, haven't you? Everyone's been busy all day, and you ran off to play! I'll beat you to death!"
"Mom, be gentle! The Snow Witch is still here."
Snow Witch...
She turned her back and said, "Auntie, you can scold me however you want. I didn't see anything."
Since you are planning to write on bamboo slips, a brush, ink, and inkstone are all essential, or you can keep it simple and use a carving knife.
However, the carving knife must be made of iron or other metals, which is even more difficult for the tribe!
Aunt Qingshi's angry curses continued to reach Jiang Xue's ears. Then Jiang Xue heard a clang. Aunt Qingshi's voice paused for a moment, and then she roared furiously again, "You little bastard, you even brought back stones!"
"Mom, listen to my explanation. These are all good treasures I found. I've thought about it. I want to melt them with firewood..."
"You're kidding!" Aunt Qingshi jumped up, shaking the bamboo house three times. "You're quite capable, yet you're dreaming of melting stone? Why didn't you say you could fly like a bird?"
When Jiang Xue heard Ah San say that they wanted to melt the stones, she suddenly turned around and stared at the stones scattered at their feet for a long time. Then, she stood up excitedly, walked over, picked up a stone, held it in her palm and looked at it again and again.
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