This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 229 - 153 The Once Flourishing Mountain Turtle Tribe_2

Chapter 229: Chapter 153 The Once Flourishing Mountain Turtle Tribe_2

After the trade was completed, Jiang Xuan also needed to return.

"Screech..."

Tang Yuan spread its wings and let out a piercing cry.

Jiang Xuan climbed onto Tang Yuan’s back, along with two other warriors from the Vine Tribe.

Shan Jia walked outside the tribe to see Jiang Xuan off.

Before departure, Shan Jia said to Jiang Xuan, "Chief Xuan, if you do go to the central region, please help us find out if the relic of our Old Turtle God still exists."

Logically speaking, the shell of the Old Turtle God is enormous and exceptionally hard, so it should be very difficult to decay.

Even though the Mountain Turtle Tribe is no longer strong, they still hope that one day they can bring back the relic of the Old Turtle God to the tribe for worship.

Jiang Xuan nodded and said, "All right, if there’s an opportunity, I will help you inquire."

"Thank you, Chief Xuan."

Shan Jia waved his hand, then watched as Tang Yuan beat its massive wings, soared into the sky, and gradually disappeared into the distance.

In his eyes, there was a hint of undisguised envy.

...

Quiet times always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, summer arrived.

"Chirp chirp chirp..."

"Caw...caw..."

"Coo...coo coo..."

At night, Feng Chao lay on the bamboo bed, listening to the various insect chirps, frog croaks, and bird calls outside, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

After arriving at the Vine Tribe, because she could use bone needles to sew beast hide clothing, she was assigned to the clothing workshop, working alongside Fu Ling to make clothes.

Feng Chao’s fingers were very nimble, and the clothes she sewed were better than others’. Plus, she was clever and learned things quickly, and knew how to get along.

Soon, she became Fu Ling’s most important assistant.

Last winter, Fu Ling became pregnant, and as time went by, her belly grew larger, naturally making it inconvenient to work.

Fu Ling entrusted more and more tasks to Feng Chao, which she handled very well, maintaining good relationships with others in the clothing workshop.

With her outstanding abilities, Feng Chao easily integrated into the Vine Tribe and made a place for herself in the clothing workshop.

But she didn’t want to work in the clothing workshop forever.

In her heart, there was always a wish, which was to follow Jiang Xuan.

At her most desperate moment, it was Jiang Xuan who killed the leader of the Crow Tribe and rescued her from a deadly whirlpool.

The figure riding the purple fierce bird was deeply imprinted in her mind.

However, there were many people in the Vine Tribe who wanted to follow Jiang Xuan. She was just a little one-color warrior; what could she compete with them?

That Dong Kui was even more blatant in wanting to have Jiang Xuan’s children, often running to Jiang Xuan’s courtyard to show affection.

Feng Chao was more mature than Dong Kui. Perhaps having suffered more hardships, she understood human nature better.

She knew that persistently going near Jiang Xuan would not attract his attention.

Only by mastering an irreplaceable skill could she be different from others and make Jiang Xuan pay attention to her.

What kind of skill should she master to make Jiang Xuan regard her as irreplaceable? For a while, Feng Chao couldn’t figure it out.

She turned over and stared at the flames dancing in the firepit, lost in thought...

...

The one unable to sleep, apart from Feng Chao, was Dong Kui, who, in Feng Chao’s eyes, persistently stuck herself to Jiang Xuan.

However, instead of lying in bed, she was squatting at the firepit, using black charcoal to write and draw on the ground.

"Eight times nine is seventy-two, so eighty times nine equals seven hundred twenty..."

Dong Kui muttered in a low voice while performing simple vertical multiplication calculations on the ground.

Since Jiang Xuan promoted arithmetic and Arabic numerals in the Vine Tribe, a long time had passed.

But most of the Vine Tribe’s people still remained at the stage of counting one by one and simple addition and subtraction.

As for multiplication and division more complex than addition and subtraction, only a few in the entire Vine Tribe, apart from the Witch, had learned them.

Dong Kui was one of these few.

From the first time she encountered numbers, she quickly memorized the basic digits and soon learned addition and subtraction, later even seeking out Jiang Xuan to learn multiplication and division.

She showed a stronger talent for counting and calculations than ordinary people.

After discovering this talent, Jiang Xuan encouraged her to learn more and was happy to teach her in his spare time.

As the tribe grew, managing resources would become a challenge.

While warriors of the Vine Tribe might be strong in battle, they were lost when it came to counting goods.

It couldn’t always be Jiang Xuan or Chi Shao managing these resources as warehouse keepers, right?

Moreover, Jiang Xuan actually had no real talent for math, having barely passed from sixth grade in his previous life.

When the types and quantities of resources increased, Jiang Xuan felt that he might not be able to manage them well.

Therefore, he could only cultivate talents within the tribe who showed ability in this area so that they could help manage the Vine Tribe’s resources.

Dong Kui was one of the people Jiang Xuan favored, so he was happy to teach her arithmetic methods.

"Twenty-one times twenty-five equals... five hundred twenty-five."

Dong Kui practiced multiplication skills through various number combinations. The women sharing the house with her were already asleep, but she wasn’t sleepy at all, immersed in the world of numbers.

The firepit’s light was unsteady, and the ground had limited space for writing.

Squatting on the ground, Dong Kui wrote, erased, erased, wrote again, using up a piece of charcoal, then picking up another, seemingly tireless.

Only late at night did she finally stand up.