Chapter 10 Disease

The Fifth Xuan never thought that the big guy leader was a gentle person. He always urged the tribesmen to get up early and work, and urged them to collect as many fruits as possible.

In the cold winter, he would urge everyone to rest early and save some food.

He was talkative and always tedious. He also had the bad habit of beating people at every turn, which the Fifth Xuan hated deeply.

However, when the second-generation leader took over the scepter, the Fifth Xuan suddenly felt that the big guy only looked fierce, but he was still measured in his actions.

"Woo, woo..."

Early in the morning, the second-generation leader wandered around the tribe with a stone spear. He would beat up anyone who was lazy and sleeping, and if anyone dared to fight back, he would even stab them with the stone spear.

Such an action naturally aroused dissatisfaction, but the position of the second-generation leader was unshakable. They could not resist openly, so they just went to the third-generation witch for help.

"My little cutie, you must establish a rule of law... You are an accomplice, you are committing a crime, you are an accomplice, a robber."

In the eyes of the Fifth Xuan, the third-generation witch beat all the people who came for help and told them that this was what they deserved, and the Fire Tribe would not tolerate lazy people. Amid

the roar of the Fifth Xuan, the Fire Tribe underwent earth-shaking changes. The two young men were full of fighting spirit and carried out reforms with great force.

Babies must be with their mothers?

No, one mother takes care of five babies, and other mothers must also participate in the labor.

Are you pregnant and going to give birth?

Well, don't do physical work, sit here and straighten the vines.

Are you injured?

Oh my god, this... this little injury is also called an injury? Get up and work.

The two of them turned the tribe upside down, but they were the biggest here, and no one could object.

The entire Fire Tribe became diligent overnight, and people began to work from sunrise to sunset.

A large number of berries were collected, more stone spears were made, and hunting teams went out more frequently.

Within a few days, the berries in the tribe began to rot, and the meat brought back from the hunt also began to deteriorate.

The Fifth Xuan tried to use the power of the totem fire to protect the two. He could do it, but it consumed too much energy and the loss was not worth it.

"I hope that seeing this result, you can change."

The Fifth Xuan looked at the passionate second-generation leader and the third-generation witch, and thought silently in his heart.

The original working frequency of the primitive tribe was to collect a large area every three to five days, which made sense.

First of all, this could avoid the losses caused by small-scale attacks. For example, if they encountered a wild beast, after losing a small number of people, most people could escape, and even everyone could work together to drive away the wild beast.

In addition to reducing losses, this collection rhythm can just keep the food fresh, and collect fresh fruits again before the food rots and spoils.

However, today's leaders and witches have disrupted this rhythm since ancient times. No matter how good their intentions are, the result is useless.

Faced with rotten and spoiled food, the performance of the second-generation leader made Diwu Xuan a little disgusted.

He actually forced the tribesmen to eat the rotten and spoiled food. Although he took the lead in eating it, this was not a good choice.

The third generation witch did not come forward to stop them, she just refused to eat it.

"You two idiots, you will get sick if you do this. If you cause a plague, the whole tribe will be killed by you, you two stupid tribesmen."

The fifth Xuan was angry, his soul roared in the fire totem, and he even let the totem fire become violent to attract attention.

However, such an action was misinterpreted by the third generation witch as the totem's praise.

"Praise you big-headed ghost, you little girl, you are very bad."

Amid the fifth Xuan's complaints, the disease came uncontrollably.

Dysentery, a disease that can still take the lives of many people in primitive society, began to spread in the tribe.

In the morning, the second generation leader urged everyone to get up and work, but this time, even if he used a stone spear to drive them away, many still lay on the ground and could not get up.

"   Woo

woo

...   ​   ​   ​   ​   The third generation witch became anxious. She repeatedly checked the patient's cause of death and finally determined that the patient died not because of a beast, but because of feces... This is really a weird conclusion.   Although the conclusion is weird, it is somewhat close to the truth, which makes Diwu Xuan feel a little relieved.   "You idiot, it's not that people won't die if they don't poop."   The fifth Xuan, who had just felt relieved, immediately jumped in the fire totem.   After the third generation witch concluded that the deceased died because of soft and watery feces, she actually asked everyone to hold back their poops and tried to solve the problem in this way.   Treat the head for a headache, treat the feet for a footache, and don't let people poop for dysentery? What kind of logic is this?   The fifth Xuan felt that he had seriously overestimated the IQ of primitive people.   However, the reality developed in a direction he could not have imagined. More than 30 tribesmen who had dysentery died one after another.   Before they died, they could not help but defecate. Therefore, the third generation witch was more certain that it was the defecation that killed them.

"Rotten meat and rotten fruit are the problem. Stop them from eating them."

Fifth Xuan roared helplessly, but no one could hear his voice. Only the vigorous totem fire was declaring his anger.

No one could hear his voice, so the second-generation chief was still forcing the tribesmen to eat rotten meat and rotten fruit, and the number of dysentery patients increased.

After the initial hatred and helplessness, Fifth Xuan was left with only indifference.

The second-generation chief and the third-generation witch were the most unreliable chiefs and witches he had ever seen, which even made him feel extremely alienated from the two.

But none of this mattered. As more and more people suffered from dysentery, Fifth Xuan's attention began to shift to controlling the disease. He was already discouraged with these two tribal leaders.

Every day, tribesmen were dying. Fifth Xuan paid close attention to the changes in everyone, hoping that someone could find a way to cure dysentery.

However, in a tribe where the root of the disease is constantly spreading and the bacteria are rampant, it is too difficult to find a cure. None of the people who have dysentery have been cured.

More and more people began to panic, and some even secretly ran away from the tribe. Once this happened, more and more people chose to leave uncontrollably.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The second-generation leader's angry roars became more and more frequent, but he could not stop all this from happening.