Chapter 202: The Tribe's Rainy Season Arrives

Nan Qinghuan didn't expect her work to elicit such a reaction from him; she reached out, brushed her long hair, smiled, and said, "Why are you so tense? I'm only doing a small task; it's fine, I can carry it."

Ying was displeased; he lifted the carrying basket, and although it felt nothing to him, he knew that Qinghuan was petite and weak, so she couldn't handle such heavy work. He wouldn't allow it.

"A Mu? Why don't you let A Mu help you?"

"A Mu, A Mu is at home cleaning the house; besides, this thing is heavy, A Mu is old and it's inconvenient. How can you be so heartless as to make her carry these?"

She realized that the tribe's people seemed to have little gratitude toward their own parents, Ying included; perhaps women's status is low, and the Ancient People lack a concept of honoring the elderly.

Ying heard her feeling sorry for A Mu yet still coming to work herself; he felt very sorry for her, reluctant to see her do any work.

"You should wait until I come back before fetching the items; it's too heavy for you to carry."

Nan Qinghuan: "..."

I have to admit, this man truly spoiled her to the core.

Ying prepared to take her back, but behind them Dashan kept nagging, "Ying, the heavy rain is coming; what should we do now?"

"Dashan, what are you talking about?"

"What's happening?" Dashan asked anxiously, "Omu, you don't know—we don't have enough food prepared; potatoes and sweet potatoes won't sustain us through this Rainy Season, and when the Rainy Season arrives we can't catch any prey. Ying and I are trying to figure out what to do."

Although they now all live in new houses, the food issue still needs to be solved.

In the past, before the Rainy Season they would stockpile food early, but this year, due to repairing the Tulou, they didn't. Now the Tulou is repaired, yet the food is still insufficient.

Hearing this, Nan Qinghuan lifted her gaze and glanced at Ying, "Ying, is the food insufficient?"

Ying didn't want Nan Qinghuan to worry too much; she had already helped the tribe a great deal.

"Let's go back first; I'll think of a way to handle this."

Ying didn't want Nan Qinghuan to be overworked, so she cut off Dashan from continuing. Nan Qinghuan thought for a moment and knew the matter couldn't be rushed, "Dashan, you all go back first; this will be resolved, there must be a way."

Dashan was anxious; without food they'd starve, and he had felt that hunger before—it was unbearably hard, and he wished he could shove anything into his mouth.

"It will be solved, Omu, how will we solve it?"

Food can't be conjured; every Rainy Season is the hardest time for the tribe, and they all wait in the Cave hoping for daylight.

Nan Qinghuan thought for a moment and had an idea, "Don't worry, the heavens never abandon people; the wolf tribe isn't afraid of the Rainy Season, so why should we be?"

"Qinghuan, what good plan do you have?"

In the Cannibal Tribe, when Yao saw the footprints left on the ground, he could determine they weren't made by the wolf tribe, "Ashu, you were deceived; these footprints aren't from our people, they must be from the Rongdi Tribe."

"Rongdi?"

Ashu looked at Yao, a bit nervous, "Ah, it really is him; what should we do?"

Yao thought, "He captured only the farmers; so I'll have the wolf tribe stay to protect you, and we won't plant this harvest, storing all the food. The Rainy Season is imminent, and the tribe's people won't go out."

"Your people stay to protect us?"

I have to say Ashu was moved; Yao truly is a good person as the chief said, and he had misunderstood him.

Yao nodded, "We're brothers, so no need for formalities; for those captured, I'll find a way to rescue them for you."

"You'll help me rescue them?"

Yao had his own considerations, "I also need them; after the Rainy Season ends I'll plant sweet potatoes. Ashu, helping you is helping me."

Since recognizing Nan Qinghuan as chief, Yao increasingly feels her words are correct; he has personally witnessed the massive changes in the Ying Tribe, and hopes that one day his wolf tribe can be the same.

The tribe's people eat their fill, wear warm clothes, and live happily.

Therefore, he is willing to humble himself and follow Nan Qinghuan; that is one of his purposes.

After saying that, Yao turned to prepare to leave, but Ashu, worried, said, "Yao, you must be careful."

After seeing Yao leave, Abu stepped forward behind him, sighing at the current changes, "Chief, I never imagined we and the wolf tribe would come to this day?"

They will coexist peacefully, and the wolf tribe will also help them find people.

Ashu gazed at Yao's departing back, "Indeed, the chief's words are all correct, Yao is also a good person; when he rescues people and returns, we will help him."

"We must help, but..."

"What's wrong?"

"Chief, I heard Rongdi and Quanrong met; I'm a bit worried about Yao."

"What did you say, Quanrong?"

The Quanrong Tribe is a very powerful Giant Tribe; rumors say Quanrong stand three to four meters tall, and their people are taller than others. They bully neighboring tribes with their height advantage, are said to eat human flesh and love conquering, and were once mortal enemies of Rongdi. Now why are these two meeting? It's ominous.

Could it be that they heard they formed an alliance, so Rongdi also wants to ally with Quanrong to counter them? Abu nodded, his aged face full of worry, "Yes, that's why I'm worried Yao will get into trouble."

"Not good, men... quickly go retrieve Yao, bring him back!"

"Wah—... the Rainy Season that all tribes feared has finally arrived; today the heavy rain pours with a Wah—, thunder rumbles, and the primitive tribe is battered by the downpour."

Looking out, the entire rainforest is shrouded by the heavy rain.

The Rongdi Tribe members also paused, waiting for this terrible Rainy Season to pass quickly.

Atop the towering Treehouse, the Rongdi also wore their tribe's distinctive white garments, looking vigorous.

"Chief, the Quanrong have already been sent away."

Not far away, Ji Nü, drenched, came to report to him; the Rongdi fluttered his wings to drive away the dampness, "How much did he take from us?"

Ji Nü quickly performed a bow, "He took beast skins, bronze items, earthenware, and the slaves we prepared, but he also brought some good things; chief, would you like to see?"

Rongdi showed no interest, "No need, just watch; what is Duoluo doing?"

"High Priest..."

"Again killing people? Those Cannibal Tribe members have all been wiped out, and her sweet potatoes haven't sprouted yet?" Ji Nü: "..."

She also found it strange why the Cannibal Tribe couldn't grow sweet potatoes; seeing Ji Nü silent, Rongdi snorted, "Useless thing, I said only Nan Qinghuan can; has the lone wolf returned?"

The Rainy Season has arrived, and he is still watching the Ying Tribe's affairs; he wants to know whether the Ying Tribe's Tulou have collapsed, whether any tribe members were crushed, and whether they are living in dire conditions.

Thinking that Nan Qinghuan unreasonably refused him, he no longer harbors any fantasies about her.

He swore that when the Ying Tribe falls into misfortune this time, he wouldn't rescue her; he would watch her fate, make her suffer, and let her know who truly deserves her. Ji Nü realized he was monitoring the situation over there, quickly bowed slightly, and said, "Not yet; the heavy rain has slowed his flight."

"Kak—…"

Suddenly, a bolt of thunder struck a Treehouse, and with a "Kak" the tree burst into flame.

"It's on fire, it's on fire."

The tribe members shouted and screamed in panic; seeing this elm, Rongdi was incensed, "Useless waste, it can still catch fire even in the rain?"

Soon, smoke filled the area and then went out, and at that moment a Flying People flew toward this side through the rain and mist.

"Leader, I'm back."

"What's the matter, Tulou collapsed, how many tribe members died?"

Gu Lang was drenched from head to toe; I must say, flying in this heavy rain is extremely dangerous, he almost fell to the ground and was eaten by beasts.

He glanced at Ji Nü, then gave a slight bow, "Reporting to the leader, Tulou …"

"What's wrong?"

Rongdi had little patience; he had become increasingly irritable from the setbacks.

He believed that this time would surely go as he wished.

Definitely!

"Reporting to the leader, the tribe members have been living inside for several days, yet that Tulou has not collapsed, and moreover …"

Boom!

Rongdi's eyes widened like copper bells, and the hope in his heart instantly turned to despair. What kind of damned Tulou isn't afraid of the heavy rain? A fire burned inside him, and the downpour could not extinguish it.

Suddenly, he punched the tree trunk, and with a "Kak" the tree split open, his hand instantly drenched in blood.

He snarled with a grimace, almost shouting, "What else?"