This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 627 - 422: Jiang Xuan Becomes a God (Grand Finale) (Part 2)

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The following year, Jiang Xuan achieved the status of a demigod!

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In the forty-sixth year of the Vine Tribe, June.

Jiang Xuan rode the Purple Eagle Tang Yuan, bringing Chi Shao back to the ancestral land of the Vine Tribe together.

A tribesman who had made significant contributions to the development of the Vine Tribe was about to pass away.

This tribesman was named Gan Song.

In the second year of the Vine Tribe, Gan Song led ten wanderers to the Vine Tribe, becoming the first group of wanderers to join the Vine Tribe.

Although he had only one arm, his abilities were still outstanding, both in hunting and gathering.

Later, he became the first leader of the Vine Tribe's Planting Team, wholeheartedly opening up and cultivating fields for the tribe, making an indelible contribution to the tribe's food security.

As he grew older, and with the tribe's development, the Planting Team quickly expanded. Sensing his own inadequacy, Gan Song voluntarily stepped down and selected a qualified successor, "Shui Cang," from the team.

After stepping down, Gan Song did not remain idle. To prevent desertification from spreading to the ancestral land of the Vine Tribe, he devoted almost all his time and energy to the cause of preventing and combating desertification.

He battled desertification for over thirty years, discovering dozens of salt-tolerant and drought-resistant plants, planting an entire forest for the Vine Tribe, successfully halting the advance of deserts caused by climate change towards the tribe's ancestral land.

He dedicated almost his entire life to the Vine Tribe, exhausting his life through hard work.

This year, at seventy-one, he was on the brink of death.

On June 15th, Jiang Xuan hurried back to the ancestral land of the Vine Tribe, rushing straight to Gan Song's dwelling.

By then, both inside and outside the house were crowded with people, as Gan Song's family and friends gathered to bid him farewell.

When Jiang Xuan arrived, the crowd instinctively made way, allowing him to walk directly to Gan Song's bedside.

"Gan Song, the leader and the witch have come to see you."

Gan Song's wife whispered in his ear and then stepped aside, wiping her tears.

Upon seeing Gan Song's condition, even though Jiang Xuan was already a demigod, his nose tingled, and his eyes instantly became moist.

Gan Song was dressed in coarse linen clothes, his eye sockets sunken, skin dark, and he was emaciated to the bone.

"Leader, Witch..."

Gan Song struggled to support himself on the bed edge, trying to sit up.

"Gan Song, please lie down, lie down..."

Jiang Xuan grasped his withered hand, gently placing him back onto the bed.

Gan Song's hands were extremely thin and, having toiled for years, they were cracked like old tree bark, very coarse.

Jiang Xuan turned to look at Chi Shao, a pleading expression in his eyes.

Chi Shao stepped forward, checked Gan Song's body, and then gently shook his head at Jiang Xuan.

Seeing this, everyone present could not help but cover their mouths and weep softly.

Jiang Xuan, holding back tears, softly asked, "Gan Song, is there anything you still wish to accomplish?"

Gan Song looked at Jiang Xuan, Chi Shao, and everyone in the room, slowly shook his head, with a smile on his face, and spoke with difficulty, "Leader... living until now, I am already very satisfied."

After speaking, Gan Song seemed to remember something else: "Leader, I... I have only one last request."

Jiang Xuan held Gan Song's hand tightly, resolutely saying, "Tell me, I will do my best to fulfill it."

Gan Song pointed tremulously towards the northwest, saying, "After I die... I want to be buried there... and have a red willow tree planted on me, so that even my corpse can turn into fertilizer, serving some purpose..."

Jiang Xuan felt a tremor in his heart: "This... you've toiled your whole life for the tribe, how can I bear to let this happen..."

Gan Song clutched Jiang Xuan's hand tightly, pleading, "Leader..."

Jiang Xuan turned to look at Gan Song's wife, standing by, seeking her opinion.

With tears streaming down, Gan Song's wife nodded, agreeing to his words.

Jiang Xuan turned back to look at Gan Song, and meeting his hopeful gaze, finally nodded.

"Content... this life... there is contentment..."

Gan Song's smile spread like ripples, he looked around the room one more time earnestly, and then slowly closed his eyes.

A moment later, Gan Song slightly parted his lips, exhaled deeply, and the hand holding Jiang Xuan's lost its strength, slipping away involuntarily.

"Gan Song! Gan Song!!!"

Jiang Xuan finally could not hold back his tears, and everyone in the room began to cry.

After Gan Song passed, Jiang Xuan fulfilled his will, burying him in the northwestern desert forest of the Vine Tribe.

Feeling indebted in his heart, Jiang Xuan placed many precious burial items for Gan Song.

After Chi Shao finished reciting the Soul-Calming Spell, Jiang Xuan personally planted a red willow sapling on Gan Song's grave.

It would not take many years for this red willow tree to grow and become the vanguard against wind and sand.

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Beginning from the forty-sixth year of the Vine Tribe, the first group of tribespeople who had helped the Vine Tribe expand its territory began to pass away one after another.

Replacing them, however, was the new generation of tribespeople in the Vine Tribe.

This group of tribespeople grew up as the Vine Tribe rose, having experienced hardships and witnessed glory, holding a deep loyalty and pride for the tribe.

With the efforts of the new generation, the Vine Tribe continued its steady development, with commodities and technology constantly being innovated, benefiting tribes across the Primordial Continent.

Gradually, Jiang Xuan's children—Jiang Ze and Jiang Qingwen—also slowly grew up, starting to handle things independently.

The successive departure of old friends and the independence of his children gave Jiang Xuan a deeper understanding of life.

In the fifty-third year of the Vine Tribe, Jiang Xuan stepped down from the position of leader, passing it on to Jiang Ze.