This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 115 - 99: Don’t Come Any Closer

Ten brand-new bamboo and wood huts appeared on the empty ground on the left side of the Vine Tribe, each accommodating eight or nine people.

These new homes were constructed by combining bamboo and wood. Although they weren’t very attractive, they were solid and sturdy.

Eighty-nine former captives moved into these houses.

When the firepit started burning brightly, many people shed tears.

In the Mosquito Tribe, they were treated like livestock, only allowed to eat some wild grass and wild vegetables, and sometimes even leaves.

Now, they lived in new and spacious houses, had firepits, food to eat, and clean places to sleep.

Not only that, the Vine Tribe also sent over several large pottery cauldrons so they could cook their meals.

Even in their original tribe, they had never used such good pottery cauldrons!

"The Vine Tribe is too good. Why didn’t we come here sooner?"

A man hugged the firepit and wailed because several of his loved ones had been eaten by the Mosquito Tribe, unable to see these good days anymore.

Others heard his cries and thought of their own loved ones and fellow tribe members, and many began to cry as well.

Dong Kui didn’t cry.

At that moment, she was holding a pottery bowl, squatting by the firepit, practicing how to use chopsticks.

Chopsticks were the utensils that the Vine Tribe required everyone to learn to use.

Compared to painstakingly making a wooden bowl or bamboo bowl, firing a pottery bowl was much easier. Now, the Vine Tribe could fire a hundred pottery bowls in one kiln.

Therefore, everyone in the Vine Tribe now used pottery bowls.

Making chopsticks was also easy, requiring only two straight small wooden sticks to be polished smooth.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

The food in the pottery cauldron kept rolling and boiling. Inside, there were some plant tubers, small fish and shrimp, as well as wild vegetables.

As these plants slowly cooked, the rich aroma quickly stopped those by the firepit from crying.

"Is it done?"

An impatient young boy reached out to grab the long-handled spoon to scoop food but a tall middle-aged man slapped his hand away.

"Don’t mess around, or you won’t be eating today."

This middle-aged man was the strongest of the people in this house. Jiang Xuan entrusted the power of food distribution to him to prevent chaos.

Every house had someone like him, who temporarily acted as a manager.

Of course, apart from distributing food, they had no other authority and worked just like everyone else.

The juvenile awkwardly withdrew his hand and then waited patiently.

After the robust middle-aged man felt the food in the pottery cauldron was cooked, he moved the firewood aside and announced the meal could start.

The robust middle-aged man picked up the spoon and first scooped a full bowl for himself, then went around scooping for the others.

Everyone held their pottery bowls, clutching chopsticks, eagerly watching him, hoping he’d scoop a bit more for them.

Unfortunately, the robust middle-aged man dared not scoop extra food for anyone because Jiang Xuan said that if the distribution was unfair, everyone in the house could report him to Jiang Xuan, who would revoke his food distribution rights.

This was considered a relatively primitive monitoring system.

Of course, the quantity of the food he dared not reduce, but whether it was more wild vegetables or more fish lay within his control.

He would naturally scoop more fish and shrimp for those he liked, and more wild vegetables for those he didn’t.

Consequently, people in the house dared not offend him, and many even tried to please him.

When it came to Dong Kui, the robust middle-aged man smiled happily and scooped more fish for her, saying, "Dong Kui, eat more fish to nourish your body."

This robust middle-aged man liked Dong Kui and wanted to have children with her, but Dong Kui refused.

Had this been another tribe, the robust middle-aged man might have forced his way, but in the Vine Tribe, he didn’t dare.

Jiang Xuan set another rule for them—no forced relationships with others, nor any abuse of underage girls, or severe punishments, even expulsion from the tribe, would await them.

Hence, the robust middle-aged man could only try to win Dong Kui over, waiting for her to agree.

However, Dong Kui simply smiled, ate all the food cleanly, but steadfastly refused him.

Because Dong Kui saw no worth in him.

Upon arriving at the Vine Tribe, Dong Kui truly realized the goodness of this tribe; she hoped to stay here indefinitely.

To remain in the Vine Tribe, she pondered for a long time and finally came up with a way—to become a partner of a member of the Vine Tribe.

She searched around the Vine Tribe and ultimately focused her attention on Jiang Xuan.

If she could pair with the chief, she would surely be able to stay in the Vine Tribe!

Therefore, facing propositions from the robust middle-aged man or others, Dong Kui unhesitatingly rejected them, seeing no merit in these people.

"Sigh..."

Dong Kui blew on the food in the pottery bowl, then took a sip of the broth, which tasted of wild vegetables, fish, and had a faint salty flavor.

Salt!

Dong Kui was more determined to stay in the Vine Tribe. Which other small tribe could live days this good?

Dong Kui cherished this hard-earned life.

Clumsily using chopsticks, Dong Kui shoveled all the food in the bowl into her mouth bit by bit, not wasting even the broth.

After eating, she noticed there were still small oil spots in the pottery bowl, so she poured half a bowl of water in, stirred it with chopsticks, and drank all the water.

After filling their stomachs, they took a short break before heading out to work.

Jiang Xuan arranged some to clear fields, some to dig canals, and others to repair roads.

Dong Kui’s members from her hut were responsible for digging canals. It was exhausting, but everyone worked hard because having experienced days of potential death, being tired was no big deal.

...

On August 15th, Jiang Xuan moved into a new bamboo hut. As the chief, he finally had his own house and didn’t have to squeeze in with others.

This bamboo hut was located amidst the bamboo forest, beside a stream, similar in specification to Chi Shao’s bamboo hut, and also had a courtyard.

Jiang Xuan made some mud bricks and then set up the new bamboo bed to actually rise off the ground.

Lying on the brand-new bamboo bed, gazing around the spacious room, he felt both body and mind relaxed.

This was his own space, a place of freedom.

When living with others, there was no privacy whatsoever, and he didn’t like that feeling.

At night, Jiang Xuan leisurely sat by the firepit roasting meat, with the aroma wafting all around.

"Smells so good."

Just then, a voice sounded from outside.

"Who is it?"

Jiang Xuan had long heard the footsteps but wasn’t concerned, for with the Divine Vine’s protection, whoever came here couldn’t be an enemy.

He put down the roasting skewer and opened the door.

Outside was Dong Kui with a torch, looking a bit sheepish.

"Chief, can I come in?"

"It’s Dong Kui, come in."

Jiang Xuan sat back by the firepit and casually asked, "What brings you to me?"

As a chief, people often came looking for him, so Jiang Xuan was accustomed to it.

Dong Kui didn’t speak; she gazed at the meat over the fire for quite a while, secretly swallowing.

Seeing this, Jiang Xuan handed her a skewer and said, "Hungry? Eat it. But after you finish, don’t tell anyone else, or everyone will come looking to snack on my meat, which wouldn’t be good."

Dong Kui eagerly nodded, received the skewer, and quickly finished it, even wiping her mouth clean.

"Now can you tell me what it’s about?"

Dong Kui put the skewer aside, looking directly at Jiang Xuan with blazing eyes, and said, "Chief, I want to have a child with you!"

As soon as she spoke, a grass skirt slid directly onto the ground.

In the hazy firelight, Jiang Xuan was caught off guard, seeing something he shouldn’t and was stunned beyond words.

He stepped back, inwardly crying out: Don’t come over here...