Chapter 575: The Low‑Productivity Tribe

Nan Tian thanked Nan Qinghuan, but Nan Qinghuan only waved her hand slightly and said, "No need to thank me; your father has other problems, it's just…"

She paused, "Come out with me."

She felt some matters were better said face‑to‑face.

Nan Tian hurried to soothe his father, "Father, rest well first; I'll step out for a while."

"Nan Tian, give the Goddess a proper welcome; her coming to our tribe is our honor."

The old man now liked Nan Qinghuan a great deal; he thought he was about to die and become a companion to the Heavenly God, but Nan Qinghuan relieved his suffering.

He can live on.

"Father, rest assured, I'll treat her well."

At that moment Nan Tian's feelings toward Nan Qinghuan deepened; he hurried out to hear what she would say. Under the night sky, the Bonfire blazed, and Nan Qinghuan stood outside the Cave in a flowing white robe, so graceful that he was momentarily stunned.

"Nan Qinghuan"

Nan Qinghuan surveyed the ancient Tribe and found it truly impoverished; she seemed to return to the time when she was captured by Ying and taken to the tribe, which then was much like the present Tribe.

Their food consisted of simple fare, and there was no productive output; everything was that primitive.

"I'm here; I have something to tell you."

Nan Qinghuan thought it over and decided to tell Nan Tian everything, to give him a heads‑up.

"Speak."

Nan Tian stared into her eyes, entranced. Nan Qinghuan let out a deep sigh, "Your father's Rheumatism‑induced leg pain has lasted years; I suggest you stop letting him live in the Cave. The dampness worsens his condition. You could build thatched huts or construct wooden houses for him to stay in."

Hearing this, Nan Tian finally realized his father's illness stemmed from living in the Cave. So, besides building houses, are there other solutions? "Anything else?"

Nan Qinghuan remained calm, "Also, his Stomach Disease is severe, but medication can ease the pain. With proper treatment, your father still has a few years left, but remember: he must not go hungry; prolonged under‑nourishment will damage his stomach, and he must not eat a full meal one day and nothing the next—diet must be balanced."

She knew these suggestions might not be realistic for Nan Tian, but she could only tell him, even if he couldn't understand.

"Balanced, what does that mean?"

Nan Qinghuan quickly explained, "It means meals should be taken on schedule. How do you eat here?"

In fact she had already observed that the most primitive state was: dig up whatever you find and eat it, with no other means; the Tribe's people subsist on the mountain, eating fruits and other things, and she saw no sign of hunting.

Without hunting, there's no meat to eat.

Sure enough, upon hearing her, Lan Tian gave a bitter smile, then nodded, "Let me show you my Tribe."

As he spoke, he led Nan Qinghuan toward other Caves; when she saw men, women, and children living together inside, she fully understood.

Just as she thought.

The people, upon seeing her, became wary, stood up, some with hostile looks, as if she were an enemy.

"Clan Leader, who is this White‑skinned Female?"

Lan Tian pursed his lips, rubbed his nose, and did not answer the Tribe's question, only turning to Nan Qinghuan, "My people have always lived like this, but I want them to have a better life."

"So you bring your people to attack Kuaihuo City, thinking that once you drive Ying out, you'll succeed and give your people a good life?"

Lan Tian nodded and said bluntly, "Yes, that's my original idea."

"You're truly foolish."

Nan Qinghuan sneered, "You only know how to seize that place, but you never consider that even if Kuaihuo City were yours, it wouldn't stay that way for long; it would become a dead city."

"Why?"

Nan Tian didn't understand why; isn't seizing that city enough to live well? To dwell in beautiful houses and eat delicious food!

How could it become a dead city? Nan Qinghuan smiled; indeed, they are uncivilized savages.

She repeatedly saw in this youth the early Ying, who also hoped his people would thrive, yet Ying never thought of plundering.

Nan Tian is still too naive.

She saw the Tribe's people clustered together, the ground littered with debris, a foul odor hanging in the air, and their eyes full of despair.

She realized this was the end of the road.

A small Tribe like this, living deep in the mountains and forest, will inevitably perish.

"Go speak outside."

She strode toward the outside, trying to avoid this familiar scene; she didn't want to see the Tribe live like this, without any dignity.

"Clan Leader, who is this female? She's so rude."

"How audacious. She's my invited guest; you may not speak carelessly."

"Clan Leader, we heard you stormed Kuaihuo City; does that mean we must relocate?"

The Tribe members were still dreaming, believing the Clan Leader would bring them a better life. Nan Tian, irritated, ignored them and turned to chase Nan Qinghuan, wanting to know why his capture of Kuaihuo City would turn it into a dead city. Soon he ran after her; Nan Qinghuan stood waiting, and at that moment dawn broke, the sun rose over the mountain, flashing a burst of golden light.

Ten‑thousand‑foot rays burst from the clouds.

Nan Tian happened to witness the scene; the horizon was a single hue, and he watched, somewhat entranced.

Nan Qinghuan bathed in the sunlight; her skin was so white and pure it seemed almost translucent, and his heart raced wildly. At that moment, he realized he had fallen in love with this woman.

He liked this woman.

Perhaps it was when she pulled him out of the mud pit, or perhaps because she has a pair of blue eyes just like his.

He loves everything about her.

"Nan Qinghuan"

Nan Qinghuan turned her head to glance at the youth beside her; under the sun his skin was sun‑kissed red, his blue eyes as deep as the sea, his long hair slightly curled, a strikingly handsome young man.

He was just too naive, never having been battered by society.

Nan Tian came to her side and stopped, gazing at her deeply before asking hurriedly, "What did you just say? I don't understand; you must explain clearly."

Nan Qinghuan smiled, knowing the boy wouldn't let her off. She lifted her head, looking at the sunrise‑filled sky, "It's simple: your people know nothing—no weaving, no cooking, no farming—so what will they use to integrate into the city?"