Chapter 195: Making a Sweet Corn Cake

Ying was about to answer him, but Nan Qinghuan understood, "I get it, Ashu, you must have been tricked; this Iron Spear is evidence the person deliberately left, trying to sow distrust between you and Na Yao. Ashu, you must not fall for the provocation."

Na Yao agreed, "Exactly, even if my people did it, would they be so stupid to drop the Iron Spear? This Iron Spear is rare, only a warrior has it; losing it means losing combat power. Ashu, you've been fooled."

Ashu, hearing this, calmed down a lot, "If it's not someone from the wolf tribe, then who? Several of our farming tribe members have disappeared. Leader, now I don't even dare let anyone go farming, fearing they'll be taken."

This was indeed a troublesome matter; Nan Qinghuan and Ying exchanged a glance, and Ying hurriedly said, "Ashu, rest assured, I'll send someone to investigate."

"Ah, that's really great."

Ashu only then realized he had wrongly blamed Na Yao, and he looked at Na Yao awkwardly, "Sorry, I'm just getting anxious because I'm old; mainly he's been taking the farmers, and I keep thinking……"

"The farmers—could it be him?"

When Nan Qinghuan said that, Ying naturally knew who she meant, "Qinghuan, you're talking about Rongdi?"

"Rongdi?"

Hearing the name Rongdi, Na Yao and Ashu exchanged a look, "What does Rongdi do with the farmers they capture?"

Nan Qinghuan knew what he intended, "You may not know, but last time with the wolf tribe, he had Xiaohei capture me and bring me to the tribe, intending to keep me to teach his people farming techniques. We later escaped, and now the Cannibal Tribe's farmers keep disappearing; it must be related to him."

It's not that she thought Rongdi too badly; he was inherently that bad.

But Ashu felt something was off, "Isn't the Rongdi Tribe the one that doesn't farm? How did the meat‑eaters start farming?"

"Ashu, when you eat too much meat you also want something else, a change."

Ashu suddenly understood, "Ah, the leader said that—if it's the Rongdi people, what should we do? They can fly, I…"

"Don't worry about that; Na Yao has a way to deal with them. Na Yao, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to go to the Cannibal Tribe to help Ashu. Once this is resolved, Ashu can send people to the wolf tribe to farm. That way you both help each other and can develop your Tribes faster. What do you think?"

I must say, Nan Qinghuan's plan is really good, and Na Yao nodded, "Alright, Ashu, I'll go back with you to deal with the Rongdi Flying People. Ying, when will your Tulou be finished? We'll rush back to celebrate."

"We're still picking a good day for Beam Raising."

"Choosing the day, I can do that."

"Ashu, will you pick the day?"

Hearing this, Ying burst into a laugh, "Right, how could I not think of Ashu? Ashu's day‑picking is famous in the Cannibal Tribe. Ashu, look at when Beam Raising would be good?"

It turned out Ashu's arrival also solved the tribe's trouble, because now there is no High Priest nor Shamaness in the tribe; the only one who can pick dates is Youchao Xuan, but Youchao Xuan isn't good at it, since this is a major tribal matter—if he miscalculates and the Tulou has problems, he can't bear the responsibility.

Fortunately, Ashu arrived; using Ying's age and some birth positions, Ashu performed Turtle Back Divination and quickly derived the result.

The scene of his divination left Nan Qinghuan staring in amazement; she never imagined that in this Remote Antiquity Era, Turtle Back calculation had already been mastered and used by primitive people.

She could be sure she had traveled to the late Remote Antiquity Era, when various civilizations were about to emerge, and she felt excited just thinking about it.

After a tense calculation, Ashu muttered to the mouth of the Turtle Back, "Tonight's Beam Raising is most auspicious."

"What, tonight?"

This timing left everyone helpless; is it safe to do Beam Raising after dark? Building at night is unheard of, especially in pitch black—how to raise the beam? Ashu, however, was adamant, "Tonight, I've calculated eight times; it aligns perfectly with Ying's and the leader's birthdays, and tonight's Beam Raising, once you move in, this belly will have good news, ha ha."

Everyone stared in astonishment at Nan Qinghuan's belly; Nan Qinghuan was speechless—what does the auspicious Beam Raising time have to do with pregnancy? Though she isn't superstitious, she still agrees with picking a good moment; many people in the modern world care about this, and she's no exception.

"Ha ha, if that's the case, what are we waiting for? Raise the beam, lay the tiles, move into the new house and have babies."

Living in the new house and having children became Ying's obsession.

When Ying heard that moving in would lead to pregnancy, he was very pleased with the timing and immediately led people to act; the darkness was a big problem for Na Yao and Ashu, but who is Ying? He is someone who can control animals.

He improvised on the spot, summoning the fireflies that filled the night sky; with fireflies fluttering in midair, the light was crystal clear, brighter than her flashlight.

That night, shouts and cheers echoed continuously within the tribe.

The men worked through the night building houses, and the tribe's women were not idle—fetching water, handling logistics, watching the Bonfire, preparing hot water—these were women's tasks. Axi, with A Mu, delivered water to the men; Nan Qinghuan also kept busy, preparing the morning food.

This time Ashu brought sweet potatoes, Na Yao brought corn; she prepared to make corn cakes and sweet‑potato rice, deciding that when the new house is completed the tribe will eat something they've never had before.

Almost everyone in the tribe was mobilized, even the pet Gungun was not idle, having been sent by Nan Qinghuan to look for bamboo shoots.

Nan Qinghuan cooked beside the house, while Ashu and Na Yao stayed to help; that night, Ying's tribe's candles burned brightly.

This situation also caught Rongdi's eye; he stood atop a Hundred-Year Tree, this time standing far away, not yet close to Ying's tribe.

Having learned from the previous capture, he decided to observe from a distance.

When he saw those glowing things in the sky, he thought it was incredible, "Lone Wolf, what is that thing that's glowing?"

Lone Wolf stood behind him; he also didn't know why Rongdi liked to spy here, having watched for several hours.

"Report to the leader, it should be an Insect."

"Insect?"

Rongdi twitched his fingers and counted, "In a few days it'll be Rainy Season. You stay here and watch the Tulou collapse, understand?"

This time he didn't believe Ying would still be favored by the Heavenly God.

Duoluo was right; disrespecting the gods brings punishment.

Lone Wolf knew his obsession, "Leader, you go back; I'll take over here. After the Tulou collapses, I'll return personally to tell you and avenge you."

He knew Rongdi had committed many sins here; this time it was their turn to mock Ying.

Rongdi turned to leave, walked a few steps, then stopped, "What is Nan Qinghuan doing?"

"Nan Qinghuan?"

Lone Wolf paused; indeed he still couldn't forget that female, "She's preparing food for the tribe; tomorrow the new house will be finished, and we'll celebrate."

"Celebrate?"

Rongdi's heart ached; he recalled Nan Qinghuan's appearance. In fact, when he was gravely ill, she was the one he thought of most, yet she never even gave him a glance.

He had risked his life many times trying to take her away, but she refused him, leaving him desperate.

The wind blew, seeming to mock his self‑indulgent longing.

His snarling scar deepened on his fierce face; he suddenly let out a low, grim laugh, "If they want to build houses, I'll crush her hopes. Go find some tunnel‑boring pangolins and destroy their foundations; the house must not be completed."

Lone Wolf didn't understand why he would do this, "Leader, as long as it rains their house will collapse, why still…?"

Rongdi was ruthless this time; he wouldn't stand by and watch them enjoy good days.

"I can't wait any longer; tomorrow we'll see the Tulou collapse. Go do it now, go."