This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 198 - 139: The Children of the Vine Tribe_2

By the creek, the Frog Tribe warriors looked at each other, then whistled and followed Huo Meng’s steps with the giant frogs whose skin was wet.

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Southern Wilderness, Vine Tribe.

"Chief, Chief..."

Jiang Xuan was trying to make some bamboo slips when someone loudly called out from outside.

Tang Yuan went out hunting with the giant eagle, so Jiang Xuan had to set aside the bamboo pieces he was roasting and go to open the door himself.

"Coming."

Jiang Xuan walked into the yard, stepping on the thick snow, walked to the gate, moved the wood supporting the door which had its surface frozen, and then pulled open the gate.

"She’s pregnant, she’s pregnant!"

Outside was Gou Teng, his expression was very excited, his eyes were glowing.

"Pregnant with what?"

Jiang Xuan felt a bit bewildered.

"Fu Ling, Fu Ling is pregnant with my child!"

When Gou Teng said this, he was so excited he couldn’t help but jump up.

"Really?"

"Really, Fu Ling told me, and the Witch also went to see."

"That’s really great, congratulations, Gou Teng, you’re going to be a dad."

Jiang Xuan was surprised; Gou Teng was going to be a dad. This gave him an indescribable feeling, with his happiness for Gou Teng being the most pronounced.

"Chief, do you think Fu Ling is having a boy or a girl? Should I give the child a name? I also need to prepare food for them."

"And yes, warm beast hide clothing cannot be lacking; in such cold weather, we can’t let the child freeze."

Gou Teng said many things, almost rambling, clearly overexcited.

Jiang Xuan helplessly said, "Isn’t it a bit early to say these things now? Pregnancy lasts at least more than half a year, by then the weather may be very hot."

"Right, right, right..."

Gou Teng scratched his head awkwardly and said, "I can at least pick a name, right? Chief, why don’t you help me think of a name."

"I can’t help with such matters. Anyway, there is still plenty of time, you can think about it slowly yourself, best to ask Fu Ling’s opinion."

Choosing a name is a very headache-inducing matter; Jiang Xuan felt it was better for Gou Teng and his spouse to worry about it themselves.

"Alright, then I’ll go back and ask Fu Ling."

Snow began to fall from the sky, and the two entered the house.

Gou Teng was still excitedly talking to Jiang Xuan about matters related to the child, even pondering how to teach the child to hunt when the time comes.

Jiang Xuan listened to Gou Teng’s dreams about the future while roasting bamboo pieces, occasionally discussing with Gou Teng.

This feeling is very magical.

The Vine Tribe hasn’t been established for long, its members are a mix from various tribes, not particularly harmonious due to different living habits and thoughts.

But now, the second generation of the Vine Tribe is about to be born.

In fact, since its founding, the Vine Tribe has already birthed hundreds of children; relying on the Vine Tribe’s relatively ample food and resources, most of the children survived, though a small portion unfortunately passed away for various reasons.

These children are the future hope of the Vine Tribe.

If the Vine Tribe can continue to survive, these children will live, grow, and learn various skills within the tribe.

When the Vine Tribe’s second generation, and even third generation of children grow up, all their memories will be about the Vine Tribe.

They will have a strong sense of identity with the Vine Tribe; as long as the tribe treats them well, most will instinctively protect the tribe.

The tribe’s future depends on how these children perform when they grow up.

With all the Vine Tribe currently possesses, and Jiang Xuan’s knowledgeable grasp, he is very confident in making the Vine Tribe’s children stronger, more knowledgeable, and better able to utilize their talents compared to children from other tribes.

Jiang Xuan is very confident about this!

After discussing with Jiang Xuan, Gou Teng rushed back because Jiang Xuan told him that pregnancy is very stressful, and suggested that he take good care of Fu Ling and feed her more nutritious things.

The Vine Tribe is different from other tribes; the pregnant women and children of the Vine Tribe receive special care, with allocations of more meat, warmer beast hide clothing, and more rest time.

Jiang Xuan told Gou Teng that fresh fish is very nutritious and beneficial for the development of the baby.

So, after Gou Teng hurried back, he found Jing Jie, hoping he could help him catch some live fish.

"We haven’t been fishing at Feiyu River recently, how about I catch a few from the pond for you."

"I’ll help too."

With ice-breaking tools in hand, the two informed Jiang Xuan and then went to the pond to break the ice and fish.

The central part of the Vine Tribe’s pond is dug very deep, with bamboo built shelters and covered with tall stalks of red crystal rice, so even if the pond freezes in winter, the fish can have a hideaway.

Gou Teng and Jing Jie went directly to the center of the pond and, using a sharp-end stone hammer, chiseled the ice bit by bit.

Because it is covered by a shelter, the ice in the center of the pond is much thinner than elsewhere; under the vigorous pounding of two Three-Color Warriors, a hole was quickly chiseled out of the ice.

The fish in the pond were almost all gathered here, crowded together.

Due to the lack of oxygen underwater, when the ice hole was chiseled open, many fish soon popped up to the surface, mouths open for air.

Jing Jie, quick-eyed and nimble, immediately scooped out a few big fish and put them into a vine basket.

Then, he covered the ice hole with red crystal rice stalks to prevent the fish from jumping onto the ice and freezing to death.

Handing the vine basket to Gou Teng, Jing Jie said, "These fish should be enough for a few days."

Holding the vine basket and looking at the lively big fish inside, Gou Teng cheerfully said, "Enough, enough, thanks Brother Jing Jie."

"It’s all in the same tribe, no need to be polite."

The two walked back with their gear, evidently closer than before.

Back in the house, Gou Teng immediately cleaned a big fish and put it into the pottery cauldron, cooking it with foods like polygonatum.

As for the other fish, they were cleaned and rubbed with some salt before being stored; in such cold weather, fresh fish can be stored for a long time, especially when salted.

Fu Ling looked at the fish in the pot and said uncomfortably, "There’s no need to specially make these for me, just being full is enough."

"The Chief said eating more fresh fish is beneficial for the baby."

"Then... but no need to cook such a big one."

Upon hearing it’s good for the baby, Fu Ling immediately softened.

Gou Teng said, "Eat up, don’t worry; if we run out, I’ll get more. Later, I’ll bring more prey back to the tribe."

Fu Ling nodded, "I’ll also make more clothes for the tribe."

Both of them have very simple ideas, having consumed more of the tribe’s food, they feel they should work more for the tribe to be at ease.

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In the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan continued to make bamboo slips.

He first used a Stone Knife to break along the bamboo’s lines and peel off the green skin.

Because the green skin is too tough, if not peeled off, it is difficult to engrave words; plus, bamboo with green skin after drying has uneven surface color, affecting the final appearance.

After removing the green skin, Jiang Xuan placed the bamboo pieces on rough stones, smoothing the surface piece by piece.

Next, he roasted these bamboo pieces one by one over the fire, using high heat to kill any possible eggs on the surface, and dry out the moisture to prevent the bamboo pieces from warping.

Finally, he drilled a hole at the top of each bamboo piece using a sharp stone, then strung them together with strong tree bark strings.

Due to limited tools, the bamboo pieces were relatively wide and thick, although not as delicate as the bamboo slips Jiang Xuan had seen in his previous life, they were still usable.

After making these primitive bamboo slips, he found a small knife made from the best stone material and started engraving words slowly on the bamboo slips.

He was engraving a calendar.

In fact, the reason he spent so much time and effort making bamboo slips was because the first calendar bamboo tube had already been bored with several holes by insects, likely decaying within a few years.

At that time, the bamboo tube hadn’t undergone any treatment and was directly engraved, leading to the discovery of eggs inside the bamboo.

To avoid losing the calendar information he meticulously engraved, he could only use the abundant winter time to make some rot-resistant bamboo slips and replicate the calendar information from the bamboo tube onto the slips.

"Vine Tribe Year One, Month One Day One, Sunny."

Jiang Xuan engraved these words on the brand-new bamboo slip, blew off the dust and was quite satisfied with the engraving effect.

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