This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 64 - 60: Chief, You Can’t Lie

After the ritual, Jing Jie found Jiang Xuan.

"I’ve made up my mind to take everyone to stay in the Vine Tribe for the winter."

"No regrets? I remind you, the Vine Tribe can only provide enough food for thirty people for the winter. If someone can’t make it through this winter, they will die!"

Jing Jie’s gaze was steadfast as he said, "No regrets."

In fact, Jing Jie had no room for regret.

If he chose thirty people to join the Vine Tribe, the others would die. If they continued searching for another tribe, more people would die.

Eliminating those options, in reality, having everyone stay in the Vine Tribe to survive the winter became the best choice.

"Alright, since you have decided, I will immediately gather people to help you build houses for the winter."

Just as Jiang Xuan was about to turn away, Jing Jie grabbed his sleeve.

Jiang Xuan glanced at him, and the towering Jing Jie awkwardly let go, asking in a low voice, "Leader, you said you have a way for us to find food during the winter, is that true?"

Jiang Xuan saw Jing Jie’s hopeful eyes and nodded, "Of course it’s true. You freezing or starving to death is of no benefit to me."

Jing Jie let out a sigh of relief and said, "That’s good, that’s good..."

"Anything else?"

"Nothing more."

"Then I will notify the tribe members to help you build houses. Also, you need to stockpile a large amount of dry firewood to get through the cold winter."

"Okay." Jing Jie nodded like a pecking chicken.

Jiang Xuan turned and left, sighing slightly to himself. In this dangerous Barbaric World, it’s too difficult to survive. Even a warrior like Jing Jie has to lower his head and carefully seek survival.

If given a choice, who would willingly lower themselves?

Jiang Xuan shook his head and then went to find people to build houses.

Over the next ten days, the Vine Tribe worked hard to build houses for these wanderers.

To build faster, the materials for constructing the houses, in addition to bamboo, included a lot of wood and stones. Jiang Xuan’s only requirement for these houses was that they be sturdy.

Besides building houses, the wanderers gathered as much dry firewood as possible whenever they had the chance, preparing for winter heating needs.

Jiang Xuan, Gou Teng, and others hunted and fished as much as they could every day, furiously stockpiling food.

In the past, they wouldn’t have bothered with small prey, but now, to get through the winter, they caught them without hesitation.

On September 23rd, the ten houses for the wanderers were all completed, and the firewood was piled up like a small mountain, enough to burn for a long time.

September 25th, night.

"Woo woo woo..."

Outside, the cold wind howled, making the branches and leaves rustle.

Fortunately, Jiang Xuan had anticipated this and plastered the gaps in the bamboo house with mud, otherwise, the little warmth generated by the burning hearth inside would be completely carried away by the cold wind.

"I guess it’s going to snow."

Jiang Xuan muttered, tightening the beast hide covering him, and went back to sleep.

In the latter half of the night, the wind outside gradually subsided, but the sky began to fill with snowflakes, initially sparse but growing heavier, dancing all over the sky.

That night, many did not sleep well because it was simply too cold.

The next morning, Jiang Xuan woke up, put on his beast hide clothing, and was about to wash his face as usual. However, when he opened the door, the ground had turned into a vast expanse of white.

"It really snowed!"

Jiang Xuan returned to the bamboo house, blocked the door, found his Calendar Bamboo Tube, and etched the characters "light snow" next to today’s date.

Snowfall signified that the long winter had officially begun. For the tribe people, the cold and food-scarce winter was undoubtedly a nightmare.

Jiang Xuan put the Calendar Bamboo Tube back in place and went outside again.

He was already a two-color warrior, his physical condition much stronger than an ordinary person’s, as if there was a burning furnace inside of him, so he didn’t quite fear the cold.

He turned and looked toward Stone Mountain, which was also blanketed in a thick layer of snow, and at mid-mountain, the giant dragonfly that had been struggling now lay frozen to death.

The giant dragonfly’s corpse became an ice sculpture, becoming part of the winter snow scene alongside Stone Mountain and the Ancient Vine.

"In the end, it couldn’t make it through."

Jiang Xuan sighed slightly. Although he had long predicted the death of this giant dragonfly, it was still disheartening to see it dead with his own eyes.

Jiang Xuan watched for a while, then walked elsewhere, leaving a line of deep footprints in the snow...

Inside the wanderer house, Jing Jie had gotten up early and sat by the hearth, looking very melancholic.

"I hope everyone can make it to spring."

Though he said this aloud, past experiences told him that even in previous well-prepared tribes, someone would die every winter.

Some died of illness, some died from cold, some died from hunger...

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Jing Jie said to the wanderers in the house, "Stay here and keep each other warm, I’ll go find the Vine Tribe leader."

The wanderers nodded; in such weather, with their thin beast hide clothing, they didn’t want to go out into the cold.

Jing Jie wrapped his beast hide clothing tightly around him, opened the door, and shivered from the cold, then gritted his teeth and resolutely walked outside.

Pitifully, even in such cold, he was barefoot. If it weren’t for his warrior’s strong body, his feet would have been frostbitten.

After he left, the wanderer by the door quickly blocked the door again and propped it securely with a stick, preventing it from being blown open by the wind.

After leaving the house, Jing Jie immediately saw Jiang Xuan walking in the fields, braving the cold wind and heavy snow, barefoot. He trudged after him with deep, uneven steps.

"Leader, leader..."

Not long after, Jing Jie caught up with Jiang Xuan by the pond.

Jiang Xuan glanced at his tattered beast hide clothing and his bare feet, feeling a bit sorrowful, but he had to harden his heart.

"What brought you out in the cold to find me?"

Jiang Xuan held a bone spear, poking at the pond’s surface; a hole appeared in the snow-covered surface, and the thin ice below was broken through.

Jing Jie said anxiously, "Leader, it has snowed now, and it’s hard for us to find food. At this rate, we’ll all go hungry."

"Didn’t you say before that there was a way to find food during winter? We want to go search now."

However, faced with Jing Jie’s hopeful eyes, Jiang Xuan shook his head, "Not yet. Today is just the first snowfall, the animals in the forest aren’t hungry, and the ice on the water is too thin."

"Then... what about our food?"

Jing Jie became anxious. If Jiang Xuan tricked them, the more than a hundred wanderers might starve to death as a result.

"Don’t worry, I’ll have someone send over some extra food to you, along with what you stored before the snow, it should last you seven or eight days."

"Once the animals in the forest start starving, and the ice in the water is thick enough, I can naturally lead you to catch food."

"Leader, you can’t deceive us... people will die..."

Jing Jie’s tone was almost pleading. He was a huge man, but now seemed as pitiful as a small wife being wronged.

Jiang Xuan patted his shoulder, "Like I said before, you starving doesn’t benefit me at all. Trust me."

"It’s so cold, go back to the fire, come on, come on..."

Jiang Xuan pushed Jing Jie to head back, but Jing Jie’s heart was filled with anxiety. He wasn’t sure what fate awaited him, yet he could only wait.

It’s a very agonizing process.