This Is My Primitive Tribe
Chapter 252 - 162 The Hope of the Tribe_2

Chapter 252: Chapter 162 The Hope of the Tribe_2

Food is always the most important thing for the tribespeople.

This year’s harvest means the people of the Vine Tribe don’t need to worry about going hungry again.

Even the captives, upon discovering the Vine Tribe’s abundant food supply, worked harder.

Simultaneously, more people hoped to shed the identity of captives and truly join the Vine Tribe.

Because in the Vine Tribe, they saw hope for survival and a better life!

For the tribespeople, hope is not those elusive dreams, but tangible food, clothing, houses, and a strong tribe that can shelter them.

With these, they don’t have to live a precarious life; they have expectations and hope for the future.

...

On September 6th, after nearly ten months of pregnancy, Fu Ling and Gou Teng’s child was finally about to be born.

That night, Fu Ling was sleeping when she suddenly screamed, startling Gou Teng awake from his dreams.

"What happened, what happened?"

Gou Teng, aided by the firelight, saw the pain on Fu Ling’s face.

"Quick, quick, get the Witch; our child seems to be coming."

"Alright, hold on, I’ll get the Witch right away."

Gou Teng grabbed his clothes, then picked up a torch from the corner of the room, lighting it as he ran outside, hastily putting on clothes.

He rushed towards the bamboo forest but was stopped by the Guard Team as soon as he entered.

The Vine Tribe’s bamboo forest not only has an altar but is also home to the chief and Witch, guarded very strictly, especially at night.

"Captain Gou Teng, where are you going so late?"

"Fu Ling is about to have a baby, I’m going to get the Witch for help."

Upon hearing this, the Guard Team warriors dared not delay and immediately let two warriors accompany Gou Teng into the bamboo forest, arriving outside Chi Shao’s courtyard.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"Witch, Witch..."

Gou Teng knocked on the door frantically, shouting anxiously.

"Coming."

Inside, Chi Shao immediately got out of bed and opened the door.

Warriors knocking on the door at midnight usually means something urgent happened.

"Creak..."

The courtyard gate opened, and Gou Teng immediately explained the situation.

"Wait a moment, I’ll go inside to fetch something."

Chi Shao hastily returned to the bamboo house, lit a large candle, took some medicine, and then, protected by the Guard Team warriors, ran towards Gou Teng’s house.

In another courtyard, Jiang Xuan heard the commotion and got up to follow them.

Once outside Gou Teng’s residence, Chi Shao entered with a female warrior, while Jiang Xuan, Gou Teng, and others had to stay outside.

The tribespeople’s bodies are relatively strong, and Fu Ling had already become a One-Color Warrior long ago, generally not facing problems when giving birth.

Children are frequently born in the tribe, and Chi Shao has delivered many; she is quite experienced.

Jiang Xuan even occasionally heard some women talk about how, before coming to the Vine Tribe, they delivered their own babies, quite fiercely.

"Ah..."

Fu Ling’s painful cries came from inside the house, while Gou Teng paced anxiously outside, unsure of what to do with his hands.

It’s his first time being a father, a rather complicated feeling.

Jiang Xuan grabbed Gou Teng, saying: "Don’t worry, with the Witch here, everything will be fine."

"That’s right, with the Witch here, everything will be fine."

Gou Teng repeated twice, trying to give himself confidence, but still couldn’t calm down.

This was a very grueling process, with time seeming to slow down at moments like this.

Maybe a few minutes passed, maybe more than ten minutes, and a clear newborn cry suddenly came from the inside.

"Chief, the baby is born! It’s born!"

Gou Teng was so excited he almost jumped up, his emotions extremely heightened.

After a while, a female warrior came out, congratulating Gou Teng: "Congratulations, Leader Gou Teng, it’s a big, healthy boy; surely a brave warrior in the future."

"Is Fu Ling alright?"

"Yes, she’s okay, the Witch is with her."

"That’s good, that’s good..."

After a moment, Chi Shao came out and reminded Gou Teng of some important things.

Gou Teng nodded like a pecking chicken and couldn’t wait to see the child.

The baby was wrapped in a soft beast hide; having just been born, his little face was red and wrinkled.

Gou Teng cautiously picked up the baby, unsure of how to hold him.

Soon, Gou Teng said: "He’s so small, and a bit... ugly..."

"Let me see."

Lying in bed, Fu Ling was very tired but also eager to see her child.

Gou Teng carefully squatted down, letting Fu Ling see the baby by the firelight.

After a moment, Fu Ling said somewhat sadly: "Indeed... a bit ugly..."

The female warrior next to them chimed in: "Newborns are always like this, in a few days, his face will open up and he’ll look pretty."

Only then did Gou Teng and Fu Ling breathe a sigh of relief; who doesn’t want their children to be good-looking?

Busy holding the baby, Jiang Xuan and Chi Shao returned to their respective courtyards to continue sleeping, as it was still the middle of the night.

The true second generation of the Vine Tribe was born, which made Jiang Xuan quite happy.

Gou Teng’s child, and other children born in the Vine Tribe, were the future hopes of the tribe.

The next day, Gou Teng excitedly came over to have Jiang Xuan name the child.

At the mention of naming, Jiang Xuan felt his head spin and suggested Gou Teng ask Chi Shao instead.

Gou Teng personally hunted an animal, carrying it to Chi Shao’s courtyard, both to thank Chi Shao for delivering Fu Ling and to ask her to give the child a name.

Chi Shao, the Witch of the Vine Tribe, had named countless times before, quite experienced.

She pondered for a moment, her gaze sweeping over a pile of herbs, then said to Gou Teng: "Let’s call him Tian Dong."

"Tian Dong, Tian Dong, that’s a beautiful name; thank you, Witch."

Gou Teng murmured it twice, and then happily left with the name; it sounds pleasant!

Chi Shao smilingly nodded, accepting the hunted animal as a token of thanks.

Gou Teng rushed home, proudly announcing the Witch’s chosen name to Fu Ling and their acquaintances.

Soon, everyone knew that Gou Teng’s son was named "Tian Dong."

Jiang Xuan also gifted them some sugar and salt, congratulating them on the child’s birth.

The autumn harvest of the Vine Tribe continued, with the spacious three large granaries gradually filled up.

During this period, Jiang Xuan led a team to the ruins of the Rock Sheep Tribe to harvest this year’s insect wax.

Due to lack of management, this year’s insect wax yield was significantly lower than in previous years.

However, the Vine Tribe’s wax tree forest had already taken shape, and given another year or two, when those wax trees grew, they could gather large quantities of eggs from Wax Worms for breeding in the Vine Tribe’s wax tree forest.

At that time, the insect wax yield will surely surpass previous years!

...

Southern Wilderness, Frog Tribe.

"Croak..."

In the big pond, the giant frogs were feasting on bugs, letting out loud croaks.

During the autumn, most insects were reaching the end of their lives, and those flying bugs were also slowing down.

This was a grand feast for the giant frogs.

Every day, the giant frogs would devour a multitude of bugs, gaining weight to cope with energy consumption during hibernation.

Though during their time in the Frog Tribe, due to unusual weather, these giant frogs had never hibernated since birth.

But the instinct imprinted in their blood urged them, upon sensing the Southern Wilderness’s weather change, to begin preparing for hibernation at once.

Beside the big pond, thickets of brambles and shrubs had already been cleared out.

Frog Tribe members erected numerous wooden huts on the little flat ground and gentle slopes by the pond.

This remote, desolate place finally began to resemble a proper tribe.

In the morning, the Frog Tribe Witch stood by the pond, speaking to the nearby chief Huo Meng: "The weather is getting colder, so hurry and store food; or else, come winter, with the giant frogs hibernating, our tribespeople will starve."

Huo Meng replied: "Don’t worry, Witch; I will lead the warriors to gather all the food we can from the vicinity."

The Witch nodded and asked: "Have there been any updates from the Vine Tribe?"

Huo Meng shook his head and said: "We’re too remote here, can’t even catch Wanderers; to locate the Vine Tribe, we probably have to search farther away."

"Then we’ll have to wait until winter passes to search again."

The Witch closed her eyes, feeling the chill in the air: "Haven’t seen snow for many years, almost forgot what it’s like..."

Huo Meng said: "We’ll see it this year."

The two stood beside the pond for a moment; afterward, Huo Meng led the Frog Tribe warriors and giant frogs into the forest to hunt and gather, storing food for the winter.