This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 245 - 160: Finally Arrived at the Southern Wilderness!

Chapter 245: Chapter 160: Finally Arrived at the Southern Wilderness!

Half a month later, the Vine Tribe finally settled all of the over fifteen hundred prisoners.

Though food was somewhat tight, at least they could eat enough to be half-full, gaining the strength to work.

Rows of neat wooden houses appeared in the forest south of the Vine Tribe. Though somewhat rough, they were very sturdy, built from large trees, spacious enough to shield from wind and rain without issue.

Next, more land needed to be cultivated.

The Vine Tribe urgently produced a large batch of farming tools for these prisoners to use for clearing land.

During the land-clearing process, whether wild vegetables, insects, or edible plant tubers, they were all collected as food for these prisoners.

Then, batches of fast-growing vegetable seeds were sown in these newly cleared wastelands.

It wouldn’t be long before these lands would be filled with vegetables, supplementing the prisoners’ food.

If planting elsewhere, one would have to worry about pest problems.

Because summer insects were particularly numerous, ordinary leafy vegetables would be riddled with holes from insects before they could grow large.

However, these newly cleared lands didn’t fear insects; the prisoners were even hoping for more insects so they could have meat to eat.

In the eyes of the tribal people, insects have always been meat; few people disdain them.

"Boom... Boom..."

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, the sky flashed with lightning and thunder, the wind surged, and soon a heavy rain fell.

"Everyone go back inside!"

Due to the heavy rain, the tribal warriors of the Vine Tribe overseeing these prisoners could only let them go back to avoid the rain.

The prisoners hurriedly grabbed their tools and ran back because the large raindrops already made it impossible for them to keep their eyes open.

Once back inside the wooden houses, all prisoners placed their tools against the wall as instructed, then took off their wet clothes and hung them by the fire pit to dry.

Wearing wet clothes not only is uncomfortable but prolonged exposure could lead to illness—a lesson learned from tribal people’s frequent experience of rain.

After hanging up their clothes, the prisoners either squatted or sat, all staring at the heavy rain outside, lost in thought.

The house was newly built, the roof covered with layers of bark and topped with straw, and did not leak.

The prisoners felt a bit unsettled because this house was better than the ones they had lived in at the Jackal Tribe.

Not to mention the wind, meals exposed, starvation, freezing, sunburn, and rain on the migration route, which were common occurrences.

A young prisoner walked to the door, extended his hand, letting the rainwater dripping from the eaves hit his palm, slide along the edge of his hand, spill over the back of his hand, and finally fall to the ground.

He enjoyed this feeling very much, and at the same time, he felt a little dazed.

Not knowing when, his hostility toward the Vine Tribe slowly faded.

However, he dared not speak of such thoughts and could only keep them buried in his heart.

Perhaps it was because the Vine Tribe treated them better than he had imagined.

When they were first captured, most of them were hopeless.

They believed they would either be killed by the Vine Tribe or be eaten as food.

No one expected that the Vine Tribe merely made them work, gave them houses to live in, food to eat, and when someone fell ill or got injured, even received treatment.

It was like a dream, unbelievable.

Summer rain comes fast and goes equally fast.

After resting for about an hour, the rain gradually stopped.

Outside, the warriors of the Vine Tribe shouted, "The rain has stopped, everyone come out to work!"

These prisoners took down the clothes that were almost dry by the fire pit, put them on, picked up their tools, and went outside.

Soon, the forest was filled once again with busy figures.

...

May and June, the Vine Tribe was striving for food, supplementing consumption through hunting, fishing, and gathering wild vegetables and fruits.

The breeding areas and planting areas also provided quite a bit of food, barely filling the stomachs of over two thousand five hundred people.

During these two months, several small tribes from the Western Wilderness migrated over.

The overwhelmingly tall Vine Wall and the increasingly unfathomable Divine Vine made these small tribes give up the thought of attacking the Vine Tribe and instead sought suitable places to settle elsewhere.

By the end of June, many vegetables in the farmland began to mature, and more wild fruits appeared on the mountain.

From that time, the food pressure on the Vine Tribe finally eased.

The crops planted by the Vine Tribe were growing admirably, such as Red Crystal Rice, Black Pearl Beans, Round Potato, Bamboo Wheat, all started to bear fruit.

Just needing to endure for one or two more months, until those grain crops mature, the food crisis of the Vine Tribe would be truly resolved.

...

July 15.

A group of bedraggled, emaciated, scarred tribal people came from the Western Wilderness and stepped into the lush forest of the Southern Wilderness.

"Finally made it to the Southern Wilderness!"

"Quack..."

Huo Meng knelt on the moist ground, breathed in the humid air, looking at the nearby flowing spring water, his tears instantly streaming down.

Behind him, over a hundred and fifty Frog Tribe members felt equally emotional.

Many were even hugging their tribesmen or giant frogs and crying aloud.

They set out from the heart of the Western Wilderness, heading south, taking a year and a half.

When they set out, they had over five hundred tribesmen, and many giant frogs.

But now, they were left with only over a hundred and fifty people and more than twenty giant frogs—a situation beyond miserable.

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