This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 118 - 101: Young Bird Tang Yuan_2

"If it weren’t rare, I wouldn’t want to raise it."

Jiang Xuan was already imagining in his mind what this young bird would look like once it grew up.

Currently, the young bird’s feathers were gray and white, similar to most young birds of its kind.

When they grow up, they will have more brightly colored feathers, completely different from their youthful appearances.

A day later, they returned to the Vine Tribe.

The massive Giant Horned Beast sparked cheers among the Vine Tribe members and was quickly dealt with.

The young bird was sent to Jiang Xuan’s courtyard, where he used a sturdy tree bark rope to tie it in the yard.

Along the way, the young bird hadn’t eaten anything. After being tied up, it struggled for a while but couldn’t get free, just squatted in place, closing its eyes, occasionally making a sound.

Jiang Xuan went to the breeding area and asked Da Jiao for some bugs, then brought them back to the yard, trying to feed the young bird.

However, when the young bird saw those bugs, it turned its head, not eating them at all.

Jiang Xuan switched to several kinds of large bugs and even brought some fish and shrimp.

Yet, the young bird only glanced at them a few times and still refused to eat.

Jiang Xuan frowned. If the young bird didn’t eat, it would starve to death in a few days.

"What on earth does this young bird want to eat?"

Jiang Xuan carefully pondered, trying to guess what kind of food the mother bird would feed it.

"Could it be that it needs to eat beast meat?"

Jiang Xuan’s eyes lit up. Small birds might eat bugs, but large fierce birds like giant eagles certainly wouldn’t hunt tiny bugs!

They would obviously capture larger prey, even if feeding their young was similar.

Coincidentally, the Giant Horned Beast had already been disassembled, and two warriors brought over the horn, the heart, and a portion of the beast meat.

"Why not try the Giant Horned Beast’s meat?"

Jiang Xuan cut the Giant Horned Beast’s meat into smaller strips and placed them in front of the young bird.

This time, the young bird stared at the meat, clearly interested.

But after waiting for a long time, Jiang Xuan saw that it still hadn’t taken a bite.

"Go ahead and eat, let me show you, like this, peck at it."

Jiang Xuan formed his hand into the shape of a bird’s beak and pecked at the meat strips.

The young bird lowered its head, tentatively pecking at a strip, but it slipped and fell to the ground.

Jiang Xuan, anxious, picked up the meat strip and dangled it above the young bird, shaking it continuously.

This time, the young bird finally opened its mouth, caught the meat strip, and swallowed it after a few bites.

Jiang Xuan let out a long breath and said, "Finally, it’s eating."

In his previous life, Jiang Xuan had dug out bird nests and caught some young birds, fantasizing about raising them.

But he was too young and impatient then, and the young birds wouldn’t eat bugs themselves, so they all starved to death.

Since then, he had some psychological shadow about raising birds, afraid they would starve again.

If this young bird hadn’t eaten just now, he would have forced its beak open to stuff food in.

After eating some meat strips, the young bird’s mood visibly improved and it began chirping "tweet tweet" again, always pecking at the rope tied to its foot, trying to break it.

Jiang Xuan muttered to himself, "Keeping it tied up isn’t an option, can’t let it stay indoors at night. Maybe I’ll build a shed to lock it in."

Jiang Xuan immediately called a few warriors, chopped some sturdy bamboo nearby, and started building a roofed shed in the yard.

Everyone had experience building bamboo sheds, and the warriors, being extraordinarily strong, had a brand new bamboo shed built by nightfall.

Jiang Xuan spread some hay inside the bamboo shed, untied the rope from the young bird’s leg, locked it inside, and fed it some more meat strips.

The young bird roamed around inside the shed but found no escape opportunity. After night fell, it lay down on the hay and gradually quieted down.

"Finally, some peace."

Jiang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief as the young bird’s chirping all day had given him a headache.

He cooked some food, washed up, threw some stinky grass into the fire to ward off mosquitoes, then lay on the bamboo bed and fell into a deep sleep.

That night, he had a beautiful dream of flying through the sky on the back of a giant bird.

"Tweet tweet..."

The next day, at the break of dawn, Jiang Xuan was awakened by the soul-stirring cries of the young bird.

Jiang Xuan got up, sat on the bamboo bed, and said helplessly, "Why do you like to call out so much?"

But since he had caught the young bird, he had to continue raising it, even if with reluctance.

He went to the shed and saw that the young bird was probably hungry, so he cut some meat strips for it to eat.

Sure enough, after gobbling down the food, the young bird finally stopped making noise.

Jiang Xuan looked at the large portion of missing beast meat and muttered, "It eats so much. Luckily food is abundant now, or it would end up in the pot."

After the sun rose, many warriors learned that Jiang Xuan had captured a large young bird from the mountain and raised it. They came by to take a look.

Chi Shao also came over, as her bamboo house wasn’t far from Jiang Xuan’s, and she had heard the bird’s calls.

Jiang Xuan asked, "Sister, can you tell what kind of bird it is?"

Chi Shao stared at the young bird for a long time and shook her head, saying, "I’ve never seen this kind of young bird either. If it were an adult, perhaps I could tell."

Jiang Xuan nodded, not paying much attention. He would know once it grew up.

Chi Shao observed for a while and then asked, "Have you given it a name?"

"A name?"

Jiang Xuan scratched his head. He knew that Da Jiao had given many names to the animals he raised, like Little Fatty, Big Black, and so on.

The tribe’s people were also accustomed to naming tamable animals; for instance, the Deer Tribe had raised many Great Horned Deer, each of which had a name.

This was a bit of fun in a hard life.

Jiang Xuan pondered, watching the young bird for a while, and after some thought, said, "It’s round and plump and eats a lot, why don’t we call it Tang Yuan?"

"What’s Tang Yuan?"

Chi Shao was puzzled; she had never heard of such a word before.

Jiang Xuan replied, "It’s a food the old man in my dreams told me about. It’s round like a ball, can be cooked, and is sweet."

Chi Shao nodded and said, "Sweet food is delicious, let’s call it Tang Yuan."

Chi Shao didn’t know that Tang Yuan had a special meaning for Jiang Xuan, representing a longing for his past life.

This longing gradually faded as he lived longer in this world, and he feared that one day he would completely forget that world.

Thus, the young bird’s name was decided.

Soon, the entire tribe knew that the leader had a very large young bird, and many warriors were envious, fantasizing about capturing such a young bird themselves.

Day by day, autumn quietly arrived, and the hot summer became a thing of the past.

This young bird, named "Tang Yuan," was carefully raised by Jiang Xuan, growing bigger and eating more each day.

Initially, it was a bit afraid of Jiang Xuan, but as time went by, it gradually became less scared and even showed affinity towards him.

Gradually, Jiang Xuan tried not to keep it confined, letting it roam around the yard.

After some time, Tang Yuan shed its down and gradually grew hard purple and blue feathers, becoming even closer to Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Xuan was sure it wouldn’t escape, so he opened the courtyard gate, letting it wander in the bamboo forest to look for food.

Until one day, when Tang Yuan, now covered in hard feathers, returned from the bamboo forest with a snake in its beak and presented it to Jiang Xuan as if showing off.

Stunned, Jiang Xuan exclaimed with joy, "Tang Yuan, you actually caught a snake!"

Tang Yuan proudly raised its head, waiting for praise.

"Tang Yuan, you are amazing!" Jiang Xuan praised it without reservation.

Tang Yuan happily spread its wings, flapping a few times, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Jiang Xuan pointed at the snake on the ground and said to Tang Yuan, "This is the first food you’ve caught, go ahead and eat."

It seemed Tang Yuan understood Jiang Xuan’s words, as it pinned the snake down with its sturdy claws and began tearing it apart with its sharp beak, eating it bit by bit.

Since then, Tang Yuan seemed to develop a taste for snakes, occasionally bringing one back to eat during its outings.

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