Chapter 239: Teaching the Tribe to Eat Fish and Shrimp Properly

ChaoJi saw this woman ask Nan Qinghuan, surprised, "Agupo, you're so old and still want to have a child?"

Agupo was not pleased, gave ChaoJi a cold look, "Why not? Anything's possible when the Goddess appears; I also want a child."

The women of the tribe saw her performing a great miracle, so they thought Nan Qinghuan could break the Curse for them and let them become pregnant again.

Nan Qinghuan was speechless; the old lady before her looked about sixty, as if she were a deity? She squinted slightly and continued pulse‑checking, "Elder lady, do you still have that?"

The elder lady didn't understand, "What?"

"Do you mean whether misfortune will still come?"

Agupo smiled, ruffled her tangled hair, "It's been many years, Goddess. Is having a child related to this matter?"

Nan Qinghuan shrugged helplessly, "Next…"

She was treating these women here, Youchao Xuan and ChaoJi assisted her nearby; soon dusk fell, and she had examined every woman in the tribe.

She felt her whole body falling apart, extremely exhausted.

"All done, let's go back first."

"Goddess, is there a cure?"

Youchao Xuan was worried; if the tribe's females didn't become pregnant, in less than twenty years they'd all age and the Youchao Tribe would perish.

He thought the Youchao Family's generations of house‑building craft couldn't be ruined by his hands.

Nan Qinghuan quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, you're my hope for building wooden houses; I won't let your people be wiped out, but this illness is troublesome, I'm afraid we must…"

"Goddess, tell me what herbs you need and I'll find a way to get them."

ChaoJi also wanted to prepare a remedy for the tribe quickly.

Nan Qinghuan thought, "Herbs are easy to obtain, but…"

She paused, about to speak, when A Gudda hurried over from not far away, "Clan Leader, Clan Leader."

"High Priest, why are you coming in such a hurry?"

The High Priest looked around, then whispered, "The Goddess's magic is boundless; please help us lift the Curse."

"Curse?"

Youchao Xuan sighed deeply, "High Priest, the Heavenly Maiden said it's not a Curse; everyone is ill."

"Not a Curse, just illness?"

A Gudda was startled, "But I just returned from the Great Shaman, who said the tribe was cursed, stemming from the old A Baita."

"High Priest, you are a Shaman; are you unclear about the Curse? How can you rely on others' words?"

"This…"

"Let's go, I'll tell you how to lift the infertility."

"Heavenly Maiden, please speak."

Dusk hung low, the stars and moon curved like hooks.

When Nan Qinghuan explained everything to ChaoJi and Youchao Xuan, both were astonished, "Heavenly Maiden, is it our food that's the problem, causing them not to bear children?"

"That's right, I've examined them all and found no major issues with their bodies, but there is a serious condition: cold uterus. This makes conception difficult, and even when pregnant, the raw, vigorous seafood you eat greatly affects fetal development, leading to miscarriages and deformities."

Upon hearing this explanation, Youchao Xuan could hardly believe it, and High Priest A Gudda was also skeptical, "It's not a Curse but a dietary issue, yet our ancestors have eaten this way for centuries without ever having such problems."

As soon as that was said, ChaoJi nodded, "Yes, Heavenly Maiden, our ancestors ate like this, so why does it fail for us now?"

"Indeed, Goddess, my forebears ate this way."

"Impossible."

Nan Qinghuan shook her head, "If that were true, you wouldn't be able to give birth; while they eat raw seafood, do they also eat something else?"

"Something else?"

The three stared at each other, still unsure what was being eaten. At that moment, a voice came from outside, "Clan Leader, are you there?"

"It's A Hua."

Outside, A Hua was carrying a basket, apparently to deliver something.

"A Hua, do you have something?"

A Hua glanced at Nan Qinghuan inside, in a low voice, "I came to thank the Goddess; I caught a fish for the Goddess to restore her body, Goddess, thank you for saving my daughter's child, thank you."

After saying that, the elder lady tried to kneel to her, but Nan Qinghuan couldn't let that happen and helped her up, "Please stand, elder lady, I want to ask: before you conceived your child, did you also eat these raw foods?"

The elder lady was puzzled, furrowed her brows and asked, "What does 'eating raw' mean?"

The tribe believed that whatever was hauled up should be shoved straight into the mouth as the proper way to eat, so they had no concept of cooking. Youchao Xuan had previously tried to promote eating cooked food; he even grilled fish, but because his skill was poor and it burned, the tribe didn't trust that blackened stuff could be eaten.

Fresh raw is better.

Ancestors for generations have eaten this way.

"It's…"

How to put it? Youchao Xuan hurriedly explained, "It means we eat it as soon as we haul it up."

"Yes, our tribe eats like this, Goddess. What's wrong?"

"Besides this, what else have you eaten?"

"What else have you eaten?"

A Hua wasn't young either, yet why was she able to bear a healthy child back then? She didn't believe that eating raw fish could allow normal pregnancy, because the seafood is cold; although the tribe's bodies are strong, it would affect conception and the fetus.

"Also ate…"

A Hua suddenly remembered, "We ate the red fruit, but it's long gone now; we haven't seen it for many years, what's the matter?"

"What is the red fruit?"

Nan Qinghuan thought that thing must be the cause; after the tribe consumes it, it would resolve cold uterus and deformities, but A Hua couldn't explain clearly, only saying it grew on the mountain, and after a great fire in the heavens it was never seen again.

Perhaps this is the reason the tribe cannot have children and produces deformed offspring.

In the past, the tribe ate the red fruit and had no problems; now the tribe can't eat it, and trouble arises.

"This red fruit must help them become pregnant, but it can't be found now, so we have to change the diet first. ChaoJi, go gather the tribe members so I can teach you the method of eating fish and shrimp."

That night, the tribe set up a large pot; it was the oldest iron pot. One must admit she discovered the New Continent, because Youchao Xuan now has an iron pot, which is far more useful than the stone pot of the Ying Tribe.

It heats quickly and is lightweight; she must have Youchao Xuan take this technique back later for the people of the Ying Tribe.

Boiling water to cook fish, and cooking shrimp and crab—this is something no one has ever seen.

When the water boiled, she dropped them in, then went up the mountain to fetch some wild ginger and Sichuan pepper; these are the best seasonings for removing fishy odor.

The shrimp turned red almost instantly; after they were cooked, Nan Qinghuan personally demonstrated how to eat them.

Because there was no soy sauce or vinegar—high‑end seasonings—she prepared some chili sauce, which ChaoJi fetched, using seawater as salt. Though simple, the dip for fish and shrimp is not bad at all.

"Look, only cooked food won't easily cause diarrhea. Also, pregnant females and those preparing to have offspring must not eat these shrimp and crabs."

When she said that, the crowd was a bit puzzled.

"Goddess, why?"

They've been eating this for so many years—why can't they now? Nan Qinghuan found the reason; this time she must make them change their diet: "Because eating it causes chronic uterine coldness. Did your stomach hurt especially when you came here?"

She knows that conditions in antiquity were poor; even modern women, with better conditions, cannot endure that menstrual pain. Not to mention ancient women, who were not averse to eating such cold foods—it must be even worse.

When she said that, everyone stared at her in astonishment, "How do you know?"

"Divine, truly a Heavenly Maiden, when I was there the pain made me want to cry—so painful."

"Exactly, shrimp and crab are very cold; eating them naturally hurts the stomach. Remember, if you want to bear offspring you must observe dietary restrictions."

"Goddess, let me taste how your fish and shrimp taste."

A young tribe member stepped forward to try the flavor, but… suddenly he drew a handful of fish bones and thrust them sharply toward Nan Qinghuan's abdomen… "Die."

In an instant, Nan Qinghuan lifted the man aside, and suddenly… a Long Arrow whooshed in, striking the man's heart with perfect accuracy.

"Ah."

A wail of anguish rose from the tribe, the crowd still reeling, as fresh blood spurted from the man's mouth and his eyes widened, staring at them.

"A Baita is the eternal god."

"A Baita, is he a person of A Baita?"

The man fell dead quickly; Nan Qinghuan stared blankly at the arrow lodged in his back… "What is this?" "Qinghuan… are you okay?"

A tall man ran over from not far away, hurrying so anxiously that his Shoes were about to slip off.

Nan Qinghuan turned her head toward him; under the dim moonlight the man ran at a breakneck speed, and she felt a surge of ecstatic joy, almost shouting out.

"Ying."

PS: (Dear cuties, enjoy the story; our tribal husband cannot be apart from the heroine for even a moment.)