In the last two months of the ninth year of the Teng Tribe, the climate became increasingly colder. Although it did not snow, white frost could occasionally be seen on the ground in some higher places, making it a little more difficult to find food.
The stronger large and medium-sized tribes were fine, as most of them had some food stored. However, the smaller tribes, which usually could not get enough food, could only survive by relying on grass roots and tree bark, or by robbing.
The victorious tribe can continue to survive, but the defeated tribe will become a relic. Their traces of life will soon be swallowed up by the primeval forest. Only sporadic murals, stone tools or broken pottery will remain in the caves or soil, waiting to be discovered by future generations.
Survival in the cracks has always been cruel, and it has been like this since ancient times.
The tenth year of the Teng tribe, early January.
Jiang Xuan rode the purple eagle to the northern part of the Southern Wilderness to pick up Chishao and invited her to the central part to hold a grand sacrifice.
Although the sacred vines in the central and northern parts were originally one, and it should be the same to worship them in either place, the distance between the central and northern parts is too far, and it is difficult for most tribesmen to travel freely.
Moreover, the warriors of the central Teng tribe already account for about half of the entire Teng tribe, and their needs must not be ignored.
On January 15th, Jiang Xuan returned to the northern territory of the Teng tribe.
At this time, the ice and snow had begun to melt, and there were gurgling water everywhere. The water flow of the Feiyu River increased dramatically, and the water level rose rapidly.
After returning to the residence of the Teng tribe, Jiang Xuan reunited with Chishao, Nanxing and others, and brought them various rare central region specialties.
What made Jiang Xuan happiest was that he saw the old witch again, and the old witch looked quite healthy, but a little tired. It was obvious that he had worked hard in the Eastern Wilderness.
That night, everyone in the Teng tribe gathered together to discuss the grand sacrifice.
After discussion, everyone decided that starting from this year, grand sacrifices would be held in the central and northern regions respectively. However, since there is only one great witch, Chishao, at present, the times need to be staggered.
The climate in the central region is relatively warm and the products are abundant, so the time for the grand sacrifice is set on the second day of the second month. The climate in the north is cold and the products are relatively scarce, so the time for the grand sacrifice is set on the third day of the third month.
This decision made the central and northern territories of the Teng tribe more independent. It was also from this year that the northern territories of the Teng tribe were gradually called ancestral lands by the tribesmen in the central part.
With the support of various legends passed down orally, every member of the Teng tribe living in the central part of the country longs to return to their ancestral land one day.
Participate in ancestral worship, see the places where your ancestors once lived and struggled, and admire the various legendary miracles.
Of course, this is all a story for later.
Late at night, a round bright moon hung in the sky, casting its cool moonlight. The mountain breeze was still cold, causing the water vapor in the air to condense into large dewdrops, rolling on the leaves and grass.
After a bustling day, the Teng tribe gradually quieted down. Only the footsteps of the night watchmen, the occasional crying of babies, and the gentle voices of mothers coaxing them to sleep added a touch of warmth to the night.
Jiang Xuan and Chishao sat by the fire in the bamboo house. Chishao was grinding the medicine slowly and steadily while Jiang Xuan talked about the development of the Teng tribe in the central part and the various interesting things that had happened in the previous year.
The flickering firelight cast their shadows on the wall, sometimes high, sometimes short, sometimes very calm, and sometimes like dancing, which was very interesting.
Jiang Xuan said a lot of things, then half-lying on the recliner made by the woodworking workshop, turned his head to look at Chishao's face, then looked back at the rooftop which was hung with all kinds of smoked meats and dried herbs, and said sincerely: "Sister, do you know? Although the Central Region is prosperous, I must always be vigilant there, even when I sleep at night, I must be ready to get up and deal with emergencies at any time."
"Only in your little bamboo house can I truly relax. I don't have to think about anything, and I don't have to worry about being attacked in the middle of the night..."
Chishao paused for a moment while grinding the medicine, and said with a hint of heartache: "Then have a good sleep here. Don't worry, I'm here and won't let you get into any danger."
Jiang Xuan nodded slightly, then he felt sleepy, his eyelids struggled a few times, and soon he fell asleep on the recliner.
Chishao listened carefully for a while and saw that his breathing was even and he was indeed fast asleep. Then he got up quietly, took a thick animal skin mattress from the bed, and covered him tightly with it.
Then, she sat back on her small stool and ground the medicine meticulously. She then found the one used for taking notes among a pile of animal skin scrolls and wrote down today's events with an animal hair pen.
She added some more firewood into the fire pit, checked the mattress covering Jiang Xuan, and finally, she lay down on her bed and looked at Jiang Xuan sideways. This feeling made her feel very at ease.
"Sleep peacefully, Xuan, I will protect you..."
Chishao clenched her fists in the quilt, whispered something, then slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep with this rare warm scene.
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The next morning, Jiang Xuan was half awake and half asleep when he smelled a strong aroma of food.
He sniffed a few times and suddenly woke up from his sleep. Turning around, he saw that Chishao was already cooking breakfast. The animal meat and red crystal rice in the pottery pot were tumbling in the boiling water. The aroma of meat and grains mixed together and filled the whole room.
“It smells so good!”
Jiang Xuan lifted the heavy animal skin mattress, stood up from the recliner and stretched, feeling refreshed instantly. It was obvious that he had a very good sleep quality last night.
Chishao smiled and said, "If you are hungry, go wash up, and you will have food later."
"good!"
Jiang Xuan opened the door of the bamboo house and walked outside. A damp and cold breeze mixed with the scent of various plants and trees suddenly blew on his face.
Looking around, a large number of exotic flowers and plants planted in the red peony garden are stretching their branches and leaves in the morning light. Some plants that are not afraid of the cold are even blooming, which is very magical.
Jiang Xuan walked to the pool in the corner of the yard, washed his face with a spider silk scarf soaked in mountain spring water, and then carefully brushed his teeth with a toothbrush made of wild boar bristles, salt and carbon powder.
After washing up, I was completely awake.
At this time, there was a lot of noise outside, some people were hunting, some were fishing, some were farming, some were raising animals, some were making various handicrafts... everyone started to move.
“Hehe…”
A colorful pheasant flew onto the wall of Chishao's yard, paced on the wall with its head held high, but kept glancing into the yard, obviously not having any good ideas.
"Come down!"
The Teng tribe warrior who was in charge of guarding the yard hurriedly raised his spear, drove the colorful pheasant off the wall, and came in panic to apologize to Jiang Xuan.
Jiang Xuan waved his hand and said, "Pheasants love to fly around. It's okay if they come here occasionally. Just make sure they don't destroy these rare herbs."
The soldier guarding the yard breathed a sigh of relief, assured Jiang Xuan repeatedly that no animals would be allowed to destroy the herbs, and then retreated.
Jiang Xuan walked around in the yard for a while, and when he came to the flower that was kept alone, Chishao called out from inside the house: "Xuan, the meal is ready, come in and eat."
“Here I come.”
Jiang Xuan gave up the idea of teasing the biting flower and turned into the house to eat.
After all, he mainly stays in the central part now, while Chishao mainly stays in the north. The time they can eat together is much less than before. How can Douyaotouhua be more important than eating with her sister? (End of this chapter)
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