Chapter 299: The Ancestor Cooks Primitive Food to Treat Her

Dashan doesn't even know what's happening, stammering and unable to explain clearly.

Nan Qinghuan sees that his inability to speak clearly makes him uneasy, hurriedly hands him the bowl, "Take good care of Axi, drink more hot soup; since you're here, I'll leave first."

"Ah, Omu…"

Nan Qinghuan gets a bit anxious; after she leaves, she has Dashan squat beside Axi to feed them soup. Dashan is very sad about that kid's loss, sneaks into the Forest and cries, hates the Heavenly God for being unjust, but what can he do? "Come, have some soup."

The soup smells so fragrant, he can't help but want to taste it.

Axi sees his complexion isn't good, "Dashan, what actually happened? Are you trying to hide something from Qinghuan?"

Dashan answers evasively, "Don't talk about it, just drink the soup. Omu is really kind to you and even makes soup for you."

After saying that, he tries to pour it into Axi's mouth, but Axi is not happy; she sees that Dashan is deliberately hiding it from Qinghuan, so she turns her face away and refuses to drink.

"If you don't tell me, I won't drink. Qinghuan is so good to us; how can you bear to hide it from her?"

Axi is Nan Qinghuan's IronFanGirl.

Seeing that Axi refuses the soup and insists on knowing what happened, Dashan sighs helplessly, "Axi, the priest of the Rongdi Tribe is Senior Brother Omu; he's always wanted Omu to leave Ying, and now he's still helping Rongdi…"

He's at a loss for words. When Axi hears it's about the Rongdi Tribe, she gets nervous, "Dashan, be clear, what's going on?"

Dusk hangs low, the setting sun leaves only a swath of twilight.

When Nan Qinghuan returns, the tribe members finally come back with hoes to rest. Some tell her that if they don't wait for this Winter, their wooden bridge will be finished; then the Yao Tribe and Ying Tribe can cross the bridge to visit each other, greatly reducing travel time and increasing intimacy among the tribes.

"Hey, Yao?"

She sees A Tu's mother, "Has Yao returned?"

"It's Omu. Yao went back; he said he has some business to handle, and once it's done he'll come back to help with Road building."

"That quickly?"

"Oh dear, she hasn't told Yao about ChaoJi's matters yet; this matchmaker is incompetent."

"Why didn't she say she was leaving?"

"Ying?"

"Ying and Ashu are still over there, we don't know what they're saying. Omu, releasing those females was right; now those females can help with work, they like this place, sigh, it's better than killing them."

"Is that so? Are they all working?"

"Of course they are, all working. Ashu and the others really like these females; he said they finally have a home."

"That's really great."

Ashu has been lonely half his life; having a wife is the best.

Nan Qinghuan is naturally very happy; those women shouldn't have died, they were pitiful, why should women make life hard for other women.

"Omu, you're pregnant now, don't run around, be careful. Look at what Axi made, or…"

"Don't worry, I'll be careful; my baby and I are fine."

"Ah, that's good. I'm going home to cook; A Tu must be hungry."

Nan Qinghuan watches the woman slowly walk toward the Tulou; by then night is falling, and the Tulou already feels like ten thousand households lit with lights.

Their tribe members are advancing toward another civilization.

How wonderful!

She sighs deeply, thinking how hard it was before; now the tribe has finally progressed to this point and must never be destroyed.

Thinking of senior brother Li Xiang, she still feels a bit worried; she doesn't know what's happening to Li Xiang in Rongdi. Rongdi isn't Ying; if they get angry they might eat people. Although senior brother wants to take her away and doesn't value her, he came here for his own sake.

Someone came looking for her; she remembers this kindness. Now he is in trouble and she'll help him, but can he really leave this place as he says? She herself still doubts.

While she daydreams, A mother calls her from not far away.

"Qinghuan?"

"A mother."

A mother hobbles forward, "Qinghuan, the ancestor is calling you."

"Calling me?"

She looks at the path that is fading from view, "A mother, why are you calling me?"

The ancestor is still hard to please; afraid of angering her, previously she could argue with the ancestor when she didn't like Ying, but now it's different; she must appease that old lady.

"Don't be nervous; although the ancestor isn't very pleased with you, he'll forgive you for the sake of the baby. Come with me; tonight we'll go to the ancestor's place for dinner."

"What, the ancestor is going to cook food for me?"

The sun rises from the west? She somewhat doesn't want to go, fearing Ying will get angry, but A mother seems to see through her thoughts, "Don't worry, Ying will also go; we'll go first; the ancestor is already waiting for you."

To integrate into this family she still has to go once; reluctantly she can only go with A mother to see the ancestor, who is placed in a Cave, the same Cave they once lived in. Although the tribe has developed a lot, the ancestor prefers primitive things, can't get used to the Tulou, only likes rice and sweet potatoes.

This old lady gets smaller as she ages, and her temper is terrible; A mother can only let her be.

When they arrive, a blazing Bonfire is lit inside the Cave.

In that instant she seems to return to when she first came here, penniless and empty, having nothing.

When they entered, the ancestor was already busy.

She wrapped a red thing, a food Nan Qinghuan has never seen. The ancestor, holding a stone axe, handled it carefully, dug out the red fruit, but instead of the fruit he wanted the tender flesh inside.

"A mother, Qinghuan has arrived."

The ancestor is processing food; hearing them arrive, he lifts his head and glances at Nan Qinghuan. Though he still doesn't like her much, he forgives her for the sake of the baby in his belly.

"Since you're here, sit down; family, don't be shy."

Nan Qinghuan: "…"

This old lady is still rather tsundere.

"Thank you, ancestor."

She found a stone stool, sat down, hands supporting her chin, watching him handle the food, wondering what it is, she's very interested in what the ancestor holds, never seen before.

"Ancestor, what is this?"