Chapter 427: A Gift from the Old Ancestor

Luosang had indeed heard the name Nan Qinghuan, and he had also seen that female; he knows she is the Goddess, and he knows the current Ying Tribe was brought over by her single‑handedly, and he also knows that because she wants to build a market street, this Shanhai Yishi has become unpopular.

Hum—, he won't let that female get away!

"Exactly, Nan Qinghuan, with her you have no way."

Sangtian brought Nan Qinghuan out, but Luosang wasn't scared of Nan Qinghuan at all; he was about to speak when a clan member ran up from the snow not far away.

"Clan Leader, Clan Leader"

News about the Ying Tribe's situation had already arrived, and Luosang glanced at Sangtian, "Wait."

Sangtian thought he had given up and driven him away, so he pushed aside the clan members and said proudly, "You shouldn't treat me like this; the Ying Tribe is now under the Heavenly God's punishment, you should stand with me."

Luosang ignored his words and looked at the clan member, "What's up, is there a severe water shortage there?"

The clan member shook his head, "No water shortage. That Goddess—uh, no, that Nan Qinghuan had people melt those ice blocks with salt, and those red things, they say, are edible—stewed broth is good. Hey, Clan Leader, it seems the Heavenly God will no longer punish them; we need to think of another way."

Hum—

Luosang realized Sangtian was celebrating too early; he gave Sangtian a cold glance, "Old thing, you really hit the mark; Nan Qinghuan indeed solved all these problems. Hum— come on, beat him up for me and throw him out; from now on, whoever finds that old man, each time they see him, beat him for me."

Sangtian could never have imagined, even in his dreams, that he had come to claim credit, but he didn't expect to hear that the tribe would be attacked; although he had once driven Ying out, the tribe's people are innocent.

That's why he said those words; he didn't expect… it backfired!

"Don't beat me, don't"

In the icy snow, Sangtian's shout rang out; the clan members harbored great resentment toward him, believing he was in league with the Ying Tribe people.

He struck brutally, and the old man wailed.

Soon, Sangtian was beaten black‑and‑blue and thrown out, and Luosang smiled smugly. Now that he has the Giant Tribe's support, he's no longer afraid of that Ying. That street, he'll make Ying close it.

"Clan Leader, that old man looks dead."

Dead? Luosang stepped into the snow, watching Sangtian killed; bright red blood spread across the ground, staining the white snow.

He crouched down and tested the man's breath, discovering… there was still a breath left.

"He's still warm, not dead. Come on, throw his corpse to the entrance of the Ying Tribe."

"What, throw it to the Ying Tribe's gate?"

Dusk hung low, the sun was about to set.

Inside the house it was warm as spring; Nan Qinghuan sat beside the hearth watching the old ancestor repair the Beast Skin with the oldest technique.

They used the Skull bone needle and a plant called Siyu grass to stitch the Beast Skin; after drying, this grass is very flexible and can replace modern thread.

She sat there, lost in thought; A Mu also sat there dozing, a scene of harmonious happiness.

Ying was drinking with Ashu, and after this training ended it was free time; the tribe hid inside their homes, quietly awaiting the arrival of spring.

Since those ice blocks had melted, there was no longer a lack of water, and the tribe's members regained calm.

However, this so‑called Heavenly God punishment was a problem, Nan Qinghuan thought, how to resolve it completely.

Otherwise, later, any mishap would be blamed on the Heavenly God's punishment; these clan members are still very superstitious.

He must find a way to make them not rely too much on the Heavenly God; that means making them learn.

Only learning can eliminate ignorance and folly.

"Qinghuan"

After Ying and Ashu got drunk, he finally shouted to her; Nan Qinghuan originally didn't like him drinking, but since Ying was enjoying a rare leisure, she permitted it.

"Happy?"

Ying moved forward and sat beside her, gazing at her belly; his drunken eyes narrowed slightly as he crouched to gently pat her belly, "My child, you sleep well; wait until next year to meet father and mother, okay?"

"Hehe, Ying, why are you in a hurry? This child still has a few months left, no rush. Look, what did the old ancestor make for him?"

Unexpectedly, the old ancestor produced a necklace made of a string of small monkey skulls and handed it to him; seeing the necklace, Nan Qinghuan didn't like it much—she knows using animal bones as ornaments is an Ancient People custom, but she felt giving it to a child was inauspicious.

However, Ying was astonished upon seeing the necklace.

"Old ancestor, how did you bring this thing?"

A Mu was also shocked, "Yes, old ancestor, this is yours…"

"Mine is also Ying's; how long can this bone last? Everything over at Rimu Shandong will be yours later; when I die, burn me, I won't return."

Rimu Shandong—what kind of place is that? Ying and A Mu exchanged a glance, never expecting the old ancestor would give them Rimu Shandong.

There are indeed many treasures inside.

That is the old ancestor's lifelong effort.

"A Mu, have you really thought this through, but… Aqiu and the others also……"

"Don't mention Aqiu. Last time I was sick he didn't take care of me; I have nothing to leave him. Look, the people here are so good; even though this house is clearly small, they're willing to let me stay. My things are yours, Qinghuan, these things are yours, give them to your child, so that from birth he'll be served by people, okay?"

Actually Nan Qinghuan still didn't understand what exactly was inside Rimu Shandong, why A Mu and Ying treasured it so much. Nevertheless, since it was a gift for her child, she naturally accepted it.

Whatever it is, it's still a token of goodwill.

"Thank you, old ancestor; I thank you on behalf of this child."

"One isn't enough; at least two, haha."

"Two?"

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