I listened quietly to their conversation for a while, basically watching the time-traveling heroine fool the people in the tribe.
I didn't have any other feelings, I just thought that he had pretty good speaking skills and knew a lot.
That makes sense, though; if you don't know much, you can't help with the tribe's development.
From the little girl's memory, she knew that after the tribe was established, neighboring tribes joined.
After careful observation, I determined that the female protagonist of the transmigration story was of decent character; at least her eyes were quite clear. I figured she wouldn't interfere with my peaceful life.
Qing saw that the chieftain had arranged a separate cave for her and also asked the tribe's warriors to keep a close eye on her cave when they patrolled at night.
It seems the chieftain is quite cunning, planning to have the warriors patrol her cave area more often, perhaps thinking that if the female lead takes a liking to one of the warriors, he might stay.
Qing felt that her brain wasn't that smart, so she decided not to think about things that would strain her brain cells.
Let's hurry home, lest our son rebel. He's probably hungry; by this time, we'd already be in the cave feeding him.
I wasted time watching the excitement today, so I kept getting impatient and messing around.
"Yong, give half of the prey to the tribe. I'm taking Meng back first. Remember to go to the river and clean it up before you come back."
After finishing our meal, we quickly grabbed the baby and prepared to leave.
"Okay, you guys go back first, I'll be back soon."
Yong brought back three sheep today. He gave one and a half to the tribe and kept half for himself.
These prey animals were enough to feed their family for ten to fifteen days, but unfortunately they went hunting every day, and what they couldn't finish was always dried into jerky.
They said they would eat it in winter, but unfortunately, they had already stocked up on enough meat for the winter, so Qing could only secretly store the meat in his space.
The dried meat was so dry that it would take two hours to grind it all up with a toothpick. The only way to finish it was to put it in a stone pot and cook it for half an hour when making meat soup.
Yong never interfered with the family's affairs, so Qing controlled the family finances, even though the family's finances consisted mainly of dried meat.
After returning to the cave, I quickly fed my son, then put him on the kang (a heated brick bed), and focused on making dinner.
With the last month of spring almost over, I wonder if the tumbleweeds in the bamboo forest have left yet. I really want to go into the bamboo forest and pick some bamboo shoots.
But thinking of that huge, fierce-looking panda, she didn't dare to move; it wasn't cute at all.
When the meat broth in the stone pot was ready, Yong returned from outside, carrying two pieces of sheepskin in one hand and meat in the other.
"Yong, roast some fresh meat and get ready to eat later. I'll put the meat broth in a bamboo basin and cook some wild vegetables."
If you have enough seasonings, cold wild vegetables can actually taste quite good. If you don't have that many seasonings, you can only use some oil from animal fat to stir-fry them briefly.
The spices she picked last autumn are almost gone, because she discovered that meat smoked with the juice of those spices tastes especially good.
Then I couldn't resist and used almost all of them up. I can only wait until autumn to harvest more.
Actually, I planted some in the space, but they probably aren't old enough to bear fruit.
When Yong heard that Qing wanted to eat barbecue, he immediately prepared to start eating. However, before grilling, he first went into the cave on the left and checked on his son who was asleep again.
As if he was relieved after seeing it, he started grilling the meat.
Qing had always wanted to learn his grilling skills. Even though she used the same method to grill the meat, it just never tasted as good as his.
Perhaps it's due to exceptional talent.
When the two of them were having dinner on the stone bench that evening, Qing tentatively asked Yong a question.
What do you think of the new person who came to the tribe this afternoon?
Yong was taken aback by his partner's question and paused for a moment. "I didn't look at her closely. Whatever that person is like has nothing to do with us. We just need to live our lives well, raise Meng, and give him a couple more younger siblings."
As expected of someone raised in a tribe, they always talk about having children and having younger siblings.
Since she didn't have any other intentions, then let it go. She was just asking tentatively, and didn't mean anything else by it.
After all, she already knew the men in the tribe well; they thought that once they were paired up, their hearts and eyes were only for their partner.
I laughed at myself for overthinking, but you can't lie about what's in your heart, and it definitely made me feel much better.
However, she then thought that since the female protagonist had transmigrated here, a wonderful and happy life should be beckoning her.
I really hope the tribe can be changed and developed soon, so that she can live a better life.
After eating and drinking my fill, I went to the riverbank and washed myself off. When no one was looking, I took a "battle bath" in my spatial dimension.
It's so frustrating to feel like I have to sneak around every time I take a shower.
At night, the baby woke up in the middle of the night hungry, and Yong was particularly startled. He would wake up if the baby next to him moved.
Then I would hold the baby and let him drink milk. Sometimes Qing wouldn't even wake up, and I wouldn't even know when the baby finished drinking milk.
Yong himself was also suffering a lot, while his partner slept comfortably, and he was the only one who felt sad looking at the white expanse in front of him.
Unfortunately, he felt that his partner was working too hard during the day and refused to move because he was too cold.
Qing had no idea what had happened that night.
She got up very early the next morning, probably because she was looking forward to a good life after the time-traveling heroine arrived.
Sure enough, when we went to the square to gather after breakfast, we saw the time-traveling heroine Li Xue with everyone.
Perhaps it was because Qing was so dazzlingly white among all those dark-skinned women that Li Xue noticed her immediately.
She deliberately stepped forward to greet him, "I'm Li Xue from another tribe. It's nice to meet you. What's your name?"
"My name is Qing."
Qing tries to keep her speech concise, worried that she might accidentally say something she shouldn't.
Fortunately, Li Xue didn't suspect anything, after all, she had seen too many people who were naturally fair-skinned in modern times.
Even if you get sunburned, you'll only get a red tan and it will recover quickly.
She herself is someone who doesn't tan easily, but she's not exactly fair-skinned either; she's just a typical Asian.
"You're so fair-skinned, almost translucent. Are you born that way?"
Qing didn't know how to answer next time?
They didn't dare lie, after all, they were in the tribe and had been watched by everyone since they were little.
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