After he finished the food in the stone bowl in a few bites, he realized that the wise man Lacha had returned to his resting place without eating anything.
After the children finished eating, they licked the bowls clean, without needing to wash them. The women wiped the stone pot with a large leaf and then carefully put it away, indicating that the stone pot was an important asset of the tribe.
Chen Ke stared thoughtfully at the rough pottery bowl on the stone.
Luya, who was standing nearby, thought he was hungry and wanted some of the meat soup in the earthenware bowl, so she quickly said, "Chief Buke, that's an offering to the Barbarian Serpent God."
Chen Ke asked directly, "Where did this bowl come from?"
"This? This was brought back by the wise man Lacha. He said it was a sacred artifact used to worship the serpent god Manwu."
Chen Ke's eyebrows twitched, and he decided to go and find out.
This is clearly a rough pottery bowl that has been fired. A tribe that can fire pottery must not be a nomadic tribe with no fixed abode, which means that they must have at least a place that is very suitable for settling down.
They need a place that is particularly suitable for settling down right now.
But when Chen Ke asked the wise man Lacha, he said, "That bowl? Oh, it was given to me by the serpent god Manwu. It came along the rushing Goddess River."
Chen Ke: ······
Chen Ke looked back and, finding no one paying attention, said earnestly, "Wise one, there are only the two of us here, so let's be direct and not worry about others. Tell me the truth, did you get this bowl from another tribe? It's very important to us right now."
Upon hearing Chen Ke's words, the wise man Lacha immediately looked up at him, his aged gaze filled with an indescribable wisdom and focus. "Chief Buke, the wise man never lies; that would be punished by the Barbarian Serpent God."
Chen Ke narrowed his eyes, trying to discern the truthfulness of the old man's words from his face.
After a long silence, he asked, "Does the wise man know of any other tribes besides our Youqi tribe in the wasteland?" Chen Ke, who had previously been considered a "fool," had no problem asking these questions, since he knew nothing before waking up.
As expected, the wise man Lacha was not surprised at all by Chen Ke's question and slowly said, "There are also the Xiongqi tribe and the Chihu tribe. So far, I have only seen these two tribes. There may be other tribes, but the wasteland is too big and we don't know."
"Do the Xiongqi and Chihu tribes also migrate in winter like us?"
"Definitely. The wilderness can't survive the winter. The snow can bury a person completely, and there's no food. They can only migrate to the southern part of the wilderness, where the climate is warm, the water and grass are plentiful, and there are many prey. Of course, the dangers are also greater there."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ke frowned deeply. If this meant that the migration of the Youqi tribe was an inevitable consequence of the environment, then his plan to find a suitable place to settle down was unlikely to be realized.
“The living conditions in the wasteland are getting harder and harder. Last year, we only encountered the Blazing Tiger Tribe in the south. We don’t know if the Xiongqi Tribe has encountered any trouble. And this year, we don’t even know if our tribe will be able to reach the south,” the wise man Lacha suddenly sighed.
"Don't worry, wise one, we will definitely get there." After saying that, Chen Ke left with a somewhat heavy expression.
At night, Chen Ke lay on the haystack, and the sound of snoring rose and fell in the cave. The temperature was low at night, and everyone huddled together around the fire to sleep.
Perhaps because he had slept a lot during the day, Chen Ke was wide awake. Hearing the rain outside gradually subside, he simply got up and went to the cave entrance.
The rain indeed gradually subsided and showed signs of stopping.
Chen Ke sat down directly on the ground and waited for the rain to stop.
"Chief Buko?" A surprised voice suddenly came from behind.
Chen Ke turned around and saw that it was the man with the broken leg.
"What's wrong, Chief Buko? Why aren't you sleeping?" The man emerged from the shadows, looking like a small mountain, leaning on a wooden cane as he walked.
During the day, he didn't seem to notice it while sitting in the corner, but now that he's standing up, Chen Ke guesses he's at least 2.5 meters tall.
"I'll sit here for a bit, why aren't you sleeping?"
"I've been sleeping all day since I broke my leg, and I can't sleep at night." As he spoke, the man sat down half a step behind Chen Ke, clearly showing him respect.
Chen Ke really didn't know how to respond to that, because disability must be the most painful experience for a soldier.
“My name is Yudi,” the man suddenly said.
Chen Ke nodded to indicate that he had remembered.
"Chief Buko, are you sitting here worried about how to successfully lead the tribe to migrate to the southern wilderness?"
Chen Ke shook his head. "Not entirely." He was thinking about long-term survival issues.
Chen Ke believed that successfully migrating to the southern part of the wasteland should not be a problem. Now that the animals are all migrating together on a large scale, hunting is very difficult. However, he has a system that allows him to find wild vegetables and plants along the way to fill his stomach. As for the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who have difficulty moving around, he can make a cart and let the soldiers pull it.
But a single sentence from Yudi suddenly stunned him.
"What did you just say?" Chen Ke frowned slightly, his voice tinged with surprise.
Yudi: "We've already been delayed in our migration because of the rain, and if we have to take a detour because of the rock eagles, we might not be able to arrive before the blizzard hits—"
Chen Ke interrupted him, "That's not it."
“We can act as bait to lure away the rock eagles. Once the adult rock eagles leave the cliff face, you can go straight down the great cliff.”
"That's not it either. What did you just say? What fire-breathing?" Chen Ke thought he must have misheard.
Judi, without batting an eye, replied, "Rock Eagle, although the cubs don't breathe much fire, but—"
"No, the Rock Eagle breathes fire. Fire? Which kind of fire?" Chen Ke pointed in shock to the fire behind him.
Yudi nodded. "...Yes, it's that fire."
Chen Ke's face darkened instantly.
If they could already breathe fire, why would he be thinking about making pottery and spinning clothes? This is not an ordinary primitive era at all.
As the two were talking, the rain stopped completely, the dark clouds dispersed, and a moon appeared—or perhaps two? or three?
Great, this system is such a rip-off. It changed the spatial map without saying anything, and now it's made me think for ages about how to build infrastructure!
Chen Ke suddenly stood up, crossed his index fingers and pressed them together. Damn it, even eagles can breathe fire now, so it's not too much for him to refine his body and become a Martial Saint, right? If he could, Chen Ke would even like to try cultivating immortality, but he gave up after not being able to sense even a trace of spiritual energy.
Looking back at Yudi's strong, bulging muscles and natural height advantage, it was simply an excellent physique for body cultivation. Imagine them all becoming grandmasters of body cultivation...
Why worry about not having food and going hungry?
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