This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 155 - 122: Can’t Stand It _2

Chapter 155: Chapter 122: Can’t Stand It _2

"Boom..."

The Turtle God advanced like a tank, once again crushing all the food painstakingly collected by the Crow Tribe into powder, mixing it with the mud and stones.

Not only that, it also opened its giant mouth and occasionally devoured a few tribal warriors of the Crow Tribe.

After a swift run, it dove back into the Great Swamp without hesitation, leaving the Crow Tribe furious and helpless.

"Ah..."

The Crow Tribe leader punched a large tree, creating a deep pit. The tree shook violently, dropping a lot of dead branches and leaves. Had it not been big enough, it might have snapped in half.

However, it was all in vain.

The Crow Tribe leader, with bloodshot eyes, found the Witch and said, "Witch, if we continue living here, that giant turtle will kill all of our people. Can you talk to the Crow God and find another place to live?"

The Crow Tribe’s Witch was also feeling helpless. He closed his eyes and communicated with the equally furious Crow God.

Despite the anger, the Crow God did not lose its rationale, knowing that stubbornly fighting would only lead to heavy losses for the Crow Tribe.

Soon, the Crow Tribe’s Witch opened his eyes and said, "The Crow God has agreed; we will leave at dawn."

The Crow Tribe leader breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I will have our people prepare."

The exhausted and hungry members of the Crow Tribe were moved to tears upon hearing the news of migration.

Previously, they feared migration, but now, they just wanted to leave this place quickly to avoid that old turtle.

That night, the starving members of the Crow Tribe, holding torches, ate almost everything edible in the vicinity, mostly without even grilling, just eating it raw.

They were thoroughly tormented by that old turtle.

After barely filling their stomachs, the Crow Tribe members quickly fell asleep in their dilapidated houses.

They were so hungry and tired from dealing with the Turtle God, they could hardly endure any longer.

But they never expected the Turtle God to come again in the middle of the night!

This time, the warriors of the Crow Tribe no longer tried to fight against the Turtle God. Instead, they avoided it because those who favored fighting had already been killed by the Turtle God.

Even the Crow God only launched a symbolic attack before watching the Turtle God leave again.

That night, the Crow Tribe members once more did not sleep well, any slight disturbance would frighten them awake from their dreams.

Especially the sound of water, which had formed a psychological shadow over them.

Finally enduring until dawn, the Crow Tribe immediately packed up their belongings and departed this nightmare place.

As they left, the Crow God cast a resentful glance back, vowing to find a way to kill this old mountain turtle when the chance arose!

After the Crow Tribe had left, the Turtle God, which had been hiding in the water, appeared again, but this time it did not come ashore, instead patiently waiting.

It waited until the next day, ensuring that the Crow Tribe would not return, and then leisurely swam into the Great Swamp to bring back the people of the Mountain Turtle Tribe to their home.

When Shan Jia and the others set foot on their territory again, they were incredibly excited.

But upon seeing the numerous collapsed houses and the overall chaos, they angrily blamed the Crow Tribe for it.

If they ever encountered people from the Crow Tribe again, it would be a death feud with no mercy!

The Turtle God lay back in the center of the tribe, while the warriors of the Mountain Turtle Tribe began to rebuild the village, busily engaged.

...

As for the Crow Tribe, they attacked three places but were unlucky to fail each time. Not only did they not seize any food or land, but they continually lost warriors and supplies.

Since leaving the Mountain Turtle Tribe, their population had dwindled to just over two thousand, and they were exhausted and hungry, in very poor condition, suffering heavy losses.

They continued south along the Great Swamp, looking for a more suitable place to settle.

By this time, they no longer dreamed of conquering a small tribe to secure a large amount of resources and territory.

In fact, if they failed a few more times, they might not even survive as the Crow Tribe.

After walking along the Great Swamp for a few days, they finally found a place that seemed more suitable to reside.

Ironically, this location was the same one the Mosquito Tribe had once chosen as their settlement!

The Crow Tribe leader entered the area once inhabited by the Mosquito Tribe. It was now covered in tall grasses and vines, obscuring the ruins unless viewed up close.

Since the Vine Tribe had conquered the Mosquito Tribe, most of the houses had collapsed, and over time, the wood was eaten away by various insects, rotting easily.

"It seems like there used to be a tribe here, but they have moved away."

The Crow Tribe leader looked around and found the place to be satisfactory.

He also noticed part of a nearby mountain had collapsed, and there was a deep pit, but he paid it no mind.

He never imagined that the collapsed mountain and deep pit were the work of the Vine God.

After inspecting the area, the Crow Tribe leader returned to his people and sought out the Witch.

"Witch, this place was once inhabited by a tribe, but they left long ago. I think we can live here. Can you ask the Crow God?"

The Crow Tribe’s Witch nodded and immediately communicated with the Crow God.

Soon, the Crow Tribe’s Witch opened his eyes and said, "The Crow God has agreed, we can settle here."

The Crow Tribe leader breathed a sigh of relief, finally not needing to wander around anymore.

"Let’s get to work!"

He immediately commanded the warriors to clear the weeds, cut down trees, and build houses.

The Crow God, as usual, selected the tallest tree and perched on a suitable branch, while the other big crows roosted in the surrounding trees.

These trees would become the new home for the big crows.

Thus, the Crow Tribe temporarily settled, surrounded by many birds and beasts, with abundant food. They no longer had to endure hunger and fear.

...

Southern Wilderness, Vine Tribe.

"Build the field ridges sturdy and make sure they don’t leak water."

By the stream, Jiang Xuan was directing the planting team to transform a low-lying cropland into a paddy field.

Since discovering last year that Crystal Rice favored damp soil, Jiang Xuan conceived the idea of constructing paddy fields. As it was time to plant Red Crystal Rice this year, it was a perfect opportunity for experimentation.

Jiang Xuan planned to plant a field of Red Crystal Rice using the rice planting method. If successful, the yield of Red Crystal Rice might surpass previous levels.

Even if it failed, it would not matter, as the experimental field was just a small part; the rest of the Red Crystal Rice would still be planted in moist, well-lit soil, promising a fruitful harvest with good weather.

Of course, as the captain of the planting team, Gan Song, who had always been farming, was still quite anxious about planting Red Crystal Rice in water.

"Chief, won’t the Red Crystal Rice get spoiled if it’s soaked in water?"

Gan Song had accumulated some farming experience, knowing that many crops had roots that would rot if planted in waterlogged areas, making them impossible to grow.

Jiang Xuan replied, "I don’t know either, which is why we have to try it out!"

"Gan Song, just like when we planted Stone Eggs, how would we know if they are suitable for a location without multiple attempts?"

Gan Song replied sheepishly, "I’m just afraid of wasting precious Red Crystal Rice."

Jiang Xuan laughed, "Where there is effort, there will be reward. In experiments, waste is inevitable, but once we succeed even once, the payoff will be enormous!"

"You’re right, Chief. I’m being too stingy."

Gan Song stopped arguing, joining Jiang Xuan in building the field ridges and figuring out how to cultivate Red Crystal Rice in the paddy fields.

Jiang Xuan and the team worked to level the paddy’s mud as evenly as possible, then dug a channel from the stream, directing water to irrigate the new fields.

Once the water in the paddy fields reached about ten centimeters deep, Jiang Xuan blocked the inlet.

Jiang Xuan told Gan Song, "Paddy fields are quite like ponds. When newly constructed, they tend to leak water, so we need to mix the mud in the field well and seal the ridges with sticky clay."

Then, Jiang Xuan personally took a Bone Hoe and slowly scooped the mud, softened by water, onto the ridge, smoothing it out.

Gan Song also helped, both disregarding the mud, using the Bone Hoe, and even their hands to seal the ridges.

After finishing, Jiang Xuan washed the mud off his hands and returned to the tribe to start seed cultivation.

He soaked a portion of the Red Crystal Rice seeds destined for the paddy for half a day, then put them into a porous Beast Hide Bag, hanging it from the roof beam near the hearth.

Next, all that was left was to patiently wait and see if the Red Crystal Rice would sprout successfully.