Chapter 211: Starting Land Division and Farming Within the Tribe

Lone Wolf was about to answer him when the whirlwind not far away fluttered back with difficulty, its wings drenched. Seeing him return, Lone Wolf quickly said, "Whirlwind, how is the Ying Tribe?"

Everyone wanted to know the situation there and pricked up their ears, waiting for Whirlwind's answer.

Whirlwind glanced at Rongdi and immediately knelt down. His wings were heavy with rainwater, nearly unable to fly.

"Chief, your subordinate has returned."

Just as he was about to report the situation, Rongdi, for some unknown fear, said, "Wait, go clean yourself up before reporting."

With these words, he walked into the Treehouse, where a blazing bonfire burned inside.

Ji Nü was crouching there, roasting stolen potatoes for him, but she did a poor job—they soon burned, turning into a black, charred mess with a smoky smell.

Yet she had tried her best; these potatoes were too hard to roast. She silently cursed Nan Qinghuan in her heart: Why make the tribe eat cooked food? Wasn't raw food fine—simple and convenient? Why stir up so much trouble? "What are you doing?"

Seeing Rongdi enter, Ji Nü stood up ingratiatingly. "Chief, the potatoes are done. Try some..."

Ji Nü swore this was the hardest thing she had ever done. That Nan Qinghuan was such a nuisance—what was this difficult thing she had come up with? Her hands were sore from roasting, yet the result was just a black lump.

"You roasted potatoes?"

Rongdi narrowed his eyes slightly. The sight of what she held infuriated him. Suddenly, he shoved her aside, and the potato slices scattered on the ground, covered in dust.

Now they were even more inedible.

"Chief, I roasted these potatoes especially for you. How could you..."

Ji Nü knelt on the ground, trying to pick them up, but found them too dirty—even she couldn't bear to look at them.

After picking them up, she held them in her palms with great regret. "Chief, I..."

"Shut up. What the hell is this? A black lump you call food? If you don't have someone else's skill, don't try to copy them. You're naturally dull-witted—no matter how much you learn, it's a waste of effort."

These words cut deep. Ji Nü had no choice but to back down. "I'll study hard. I'll definitely make you a batch of potatoes you'll be satisfied with. Don't be angry, Chief."

Ji Nü was now his female, and she tried every way to please Rongdi, but... he never seemed happy. Now he was even more annoyed at the sight of her.

Ever since the day he took her body, she thought she could become his Om and stay by his side, but Rongdi only used her for release—he didn't like her.

This left her in despair. She tried every means to win his favor, but he still didn't like her and refused to touch her again.

By the bonfire, Rongdi lowered his eyes, staring at Ji Nü's timid demeanor. He tried to find traces of Nan Qinghuan in her, but he failed—they were ultimately different.

"You'll never get it right."

These words pained Ji Nü deeply. She crouched low on the ground, utterly humbled. She was already his female; she had given him her pure body. Why was he still so harsh with her? "Chief, when will we get married?"

Rongdi snorted coldly. "Married? Who said anything about marrying you?"

Hearing this, Ji Nü's face turned pale with shock. "You..."

"I've had plenty of females. You're not qualified to be my Om, Ji Nü. I advise you not to overthink things. I've already decided to give you to Lone Wolf."

"What?"

"Chief."

"Come in."

Whirlwind entered and quickly bowed respectfully. "Reporting to the Chief, the people of the Ying Tribe..."

"She's not dead?"

The first thing he asked wasn't how many in the Ying Tribe had died—he asked about her.

This "her" caught Whirlwind off guard, but he quickly understood who it was. He bowed slightly and had to tell him everything, including what Ying had said. After hearing it all, Rongdi suddenly let out a mocking laugh, laughing until tears came.

"Haha, how ridiculous I am, Rongdi. I was waiting to see the Ying Tribe's joke, but it turns out he was watching mine too?"

Truly ridiculous.

What foolish things had he done?

Whirlwind knew he couldn't accept it, but it was the truth.

"Calm your anger, Chief. That Nan Qinghuan came to save the Ying Tribe. Not a single one of them died; they even raised fish for food. Nan Qinghuan took the females to gather mushrooms and dig wild vegetables. Once the Rainy Season is over, they're going to divide the land."

Hearing this, Rongdi felt both love and hate for Nan Qinghuan. He loved her because he couldn't have her; he hated her because she helped his rival. If this continued, the Ying Tribe would only grow stronger—the more he tried to stop them, the stronger they became.

No, absolutely not!

But he caught the key point. "Divide the land? Divide what land?"

The drizzling Rainy Season, which had lasted over a month, finally ended. On this day, the mountain forest was shrouded in mist. The people of the Ying Tribe came out to welcome the first ray of sunshine since the Rainy Season.

Sunlight bathed the Green Tile of the Tulou, scattering specks of light.

Where the tribe gathered, a great task was underway: clearing wasteland and dividing the land.

The tribe had plenty of territory, but the people weren't used to farming. So much good land had gone to waste. This time, Ying and Nan Qinghuan personally led the tribe here to start dividing the land.

Over a hundred households—each could get a piece of land. Though not large, it was decent as private property.

The tribe wasn't used to working separately. Nan Qinghuan wanted them to adapt gradually.

After a whole morning's work, each plot was marked with its owner's sign—a tree branch stuck in the ground with a grass rope tied to it, as a marker of private land. They couldn't plant on the wrong plot; if they did, it would belong to someone else.

From now on, the tribe members would each plant crops on their own land and wait for the harvest.

Once it was done, the tribe members were overjoyed. They finally had their own land—a place that belonged to them. They stood on their plots, grinning from ear to ear.

"Qinghuan, the tribe's all been allocated. Where's yours and Ying's land?"

Axi rushed over to ask. Everyone had land, but what about them? Nan Qinghuan and Ying smiled. She pointed to the rooftop of the building where they lived. "Up there. It's not big, but we can grow some vegetables."

"That little? That spot's too small—you can't grow much."

"There are only three of us in the family, so it's fine. Once everyone gets used to farming, we'll reclaim more land."

Hearing Nan Qinghuan say this, Axi still felt it was a loss. "But..."

"Ying."

Dashan hurried forward from behind. "Ying, Ashu has sent someone."

"What's the matter?"

Dashan glanced at Nan Qinghuan. "The Cannibal Tribe has lost many people."

What?

The Cannibal Tribe is Nan Qinghuan's territory; Ying, as her man, cannot ignore it. Hearing this, Nan Qinghuan also knows the situation over there is not good. "Ying, shall we go take a look? Ashu and Yao have helped them before, so now that a flood has struck, they also need to help these two Tribes get through the crisis."

Ying's Tribe is the only tribe among all that was not submerged by the flood; when this became known, the Tribes within a hundred‑mile radius all found it unbelievable.

The leaders of those Tribes all wanted to send people to see how they avoided the flood, but no one dared approach the Ying Tribe, fearing Ying's strongmen and the beasts hidden in the forest.

Ying is a master of Tunshu, and people from other Tribes all know this.

When he and Nan Qinghuan rode Xiao Guai to the Cannibal Tribe, the scene before them left Nan Qinghuan completely stunned; everywhere was washed‑away silt and collapsed boulders, the mud‑flow had swept away everything, the tribe she had once seen.

It was utterly destroyed.

Many members of the Cannibal Tribe lived in Treehouses, but their Treehouses were low; this flood was so severe that they were almost all washed away.

At the tribe's entrance, Abu went out personally to greet them, "Leader, Ying, you have arrived."

Ying sent some tribe members to help, but he found the scene was more tragic than he had imagined.

Those homeless tribe members were all working, each face marked with bewilderment and helplessness in the face of disaster.

"Leader, Ying"

Not far away, Ashu hurried over, drenched from head to toe and looking disheveled; his feet were soaked in mud, blackened so that his five toes could not be seen. Now the Cannibal Tribe also wore the coarse Hemp Robes that Nan Qinghuan gave them, and these wild people were becoming more like mountain men.

Nan Qinghuan, seeing the tribe members in such a disheveled state, asked, "Ashu, how is the situation now?"