Chapter 252: Holding a Baba Feast in an Ancient Tribe

Nan Qinghuan thought for a moment and came up with a good idea, "Mother, I want to hold a Baba Feast; I need you to call all the women in the Tribe to help."

"Baba Feast, Qinghuan, what kind of food is that?"

"It's not food; it's a folk grand banquet to celebrate that our Tribe has acquired Iron Tool, to celebrate the return of the Youchao Tribe; from now on we'll be like a tiger with added wings. I will cook dishes for everyone to taste, and I will make everyone use chopsticks to eat instead of their hands."

We've been practicing this for a long time, but the results haven't been great.

Even though Mother didn't understand, she knew whatever Nan Qinghuan made would be delicious, "Alright, I'll go call them to fetch rice and cook."

"Then what should I do, Qinghuan?"

"Axi, go help me call Youchao Xuan and Ge Gen."

Soon, chickens were slaughtered and sheep butchered, and the Tribe became as lively as a wedding celebration.

The men worked, while the women, under Nan Qinghuan's leadership, prepared a uniquely spectacular Baba Feast.

This is ancient times; although we can't be as refined as modern people, having rice and dishes is already a great feat. She wants the tribe to fall in love with the taste of food, so that later they can eat three meals a day like modern people, eating rice and vegetables.

They'll eat meat as well as other things.

Humans are naturally omnivores; eating everything provides balanced nutrition and health.

Here they began the novel preparations: slaughtering sheep, skinning them, slaughtering chickens for stew; Axi was in charge of having people cook rice. The entire Tribe united, no one slacked, and everyone wanted to taste what the Baba Feast was like.

It was extremely industrious and lively.

Because they needed to make a Baba Feast and many things didn't exist in this ancient era, Nan Qinghuan slipped into the Cave when no one was watching, then silently recited to enter the Plane Mall.

The Merchant city was filled with a dazzling array of goods, just like a huge supermarket, but she couldn't take anything freely because she only had fifty Public Virtue Beans; once they're used up, they're gone.

Who knows when this space will replenish her Public Virtue Beans.

So she spent as frugally as she would spend money.

She took the things the Tribe now needed most—Iron Pot, Iron Spatula, and some seasonings—but after she claimed them, good heavens, she was left with only twenty beans.

She couldn't spend any more; she had to reserve beans for obtaining medicines and other items.

Soon, the Cave had a large pot and spatulas, and these big pots could be used for a long time.

She was about to go out and have someone carry them when, all of a sudden, a woman burst out.

"Nan Qinghuan"

Nan Qinghuan was startled—wasn't that the lazy woman A Hua? "Why are you here, slacking off again?"

A Hua had just looked at her in terror as she entered a chaotic place, and now the Cave was full of such mess.

A Hua seized the chance, "You're a witch, I'm going to tell Ying, tell all the tribe members so they can see what you are?"

"Witch?"

Do the tribe people even believe this? A Hua thought she was scared, and laughed smugly, "I could choose not to report you, but my family is huge; tell Ying to give me two houses, how about that?"

A Hua had been rebuked by Nan Qinghuan last time, so she had been looking for a chance to get revenge, and she didn't expect to find it tonight.

Nan Qinghuan was worried, "You're threatening me just for a house split?"

"Even though the tribe was fooled by you, I can see clearly that you're not a Goddess; you're a witch. However, if you promise me a house, I won't tell anyone."

Nan Qinghuan wouldn't buy it, "Fine, then go ahead and say it. Dream of wanting a house."

"You…"

A Hua was angry; she had always wanted two houses, but Nan Qinghuan refused, and last time she didn't give her mushrooms—she remembered that.

"Then I'll go tell Ying you're a witch…"

Just as A Hua turned to go make a complaint, Ying strode in from outside, and when he saw the items inside the Cave, he was also stunned.

"Qinghuan, what is this?"

She hadn't expected Ying to arrive, but she hurried forward to explain, "Iron Pot, I made a few for tonight's cooking. Ying, see if you can make such Iron Pots in the future; they heat faster than stone pots, so cooking is quicker."

"Ying, don't listen to her; she's a witch. I just saw her go into the Cave; how can a human pass through stone? She's a witch."

"Shut up."

Ying coldly rebuked A Hua, and A Hua, seeing his disbelief, complained, "Everything I'm saying is true; look at these weird things—what are they?"

Ying walked over to a huge Iron Pot, which he had never seen before and found it fascinating, "Qinghuan, I've never seen these things before; where did they come from?"

Nan Qinghuan naturally couldn't tell him they came from the space, so she gave an awkward smile, "This is a gift from the Goddess; Ying, are you pleased?"

"Ying, don't listen to her, she's…"

"Shut up, bring someone, seize A Hua and drive her out of the Tribe."

A Hua didn't expect to be expelled, "Ying, I'm not talking nonsense, these things…"

"Shut up, if you still dare speak, I'll drive your whole family out."

Hearing that, A Hua instantly stopped speaking, kept kneeling and begging for mercy, and was quickly dragged away mercilessly.

That's how Ying is; he can't bear anyone slandering Nan Qinghuan.

Whether she's a Goddess or a witch, he won't let go.

He will always believe her.

That night the Tribe finally opened their eyes, seeing Iron Pots and Iron Spatulas for the first time, along with seasonings they'd never seen before.

With Iron Pots they began building Clay Stoves from stone; with many people, tasks were easy, and the stove tops were set up quickly.

The Iron Pot was thin, and the big pot simmered lamb, emitting a mouth‑watering aroma.

White steam drifted far.

The lamb was fragrant, with star anise and cinnamon—seasonings that modern people consider casual, now also appeared before the Ancient People.

There weren't many tables, so everyone laid leaves on the ground, placed the prepared food on them, and soon the dishes arrived.

Fragrant rice, lamb with fresh flavor, and bamboo shoots that Nan Qinghuan had sent Gungun to fetch, she used to stir‑fry the marinated meat.

Although the dishes were few, the tribe was very happy.

That big pot opened their eyes; the unforgettable aroma made them all salivate.

That evening, at the Shuangxi Ridge Gate of the Ying Tribe.

A blazing bonfire burned, and the tribespeople gathered around in a massive crowd. Ying and Nan Qinghuan stood at the very front. For the first time, Ying realized that his tribe had grown so large he couldn't see the end of them at a single glance.

He raised a large bowl high. "Come, down this bowl of wine, and we are one family."

"Cheers!"

The tribespeople had put in a great deal of effort for this family.

"Eat up, everyone. Try the taste of these dishes."

Nan Qinghuan wanted them to get used to eating dishes and rice, but many of the tribespeople still couldn't use chopsticks. She taught them very patiently.

Most were willing to learn.

The fragrance of the food and the aroma of the wine made people linger and forget to leave.

The revelry lasted until midnight. The tribespeople, full and satisfied, prepared to go back and rest. Only Na Yao and Ashu and the others remained, still drinking. Youchao Xuan had also drunk quite a bit tonight, because he had never eaten such delicious dishes before.

Several men were completely conquered by Nan Qinghuan's culinary skill.

That Ashu picked up a leaf, licked the juice off it, then patted his belly. "Chief, this thing called 'dish' is really delicious. My stomach is about to burst."

"Haha, Ashu's got a baby in his belly!"

Everyone started teasing Ashu, and Ashu didn't get angry. Na Yao was very interested in the iron pot. "Ying, Heavenly Maiden, these things of yours are truly an eye-opener. I'll try forging this iron pot tomorrow. It really is more useful than a stone pot."

Nan Qinghuan had the same intention. It would be best if they could make it themselves. The space was too stingy; they couldn't take much from it, and more things had to be created on their own.

"You can give it a try. Make a mold for casting. I don't understand it very well either; we'll learn slowly."

"Good."

Yao looked at Ying, whose eyes were slightly tipsy and half-closed. Seeing how formidable the Ying Tribe had become, he was very envious. He quickly stood up. "Ying, your tribe is about to become the largest tribe in Jiuzhou. From now on, no one will dare to cause trouble."

These two men were being quite polite. Ying also stood up. "All of this is your credit, Yao. Your tribe will develop just as well."

"Haha, you're right. I will have it too. But I heard something, and I don't know if it's true."

Hearing this, Ying narrowed his eyes slightly. "What is it?"

Yao was silent for a moment before speaking. "I heard you defeated Quanrong and made him send you females and spoils of war."

These words made Ying very proud. "That's right. I agreed to spare his life."

"Aren't you afraid he'll deceive you?"

Nan Qinghuan looked at Ying. Ying was silent for a moment. "He wouldn't dare."

"I don't think he would dare either. He's afraid the Tyrannosaurus Rex will come looking for trouble. And I've noticed that this Quanrong has no real skill; he's just tall, with a very simple mind. I think he wouldn't dare deceive us. But Ying, I'm also curious—besides making Quanrong send women, what else did you make him send you?"