This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 168 - 127 Gou Teng’s Love_2

"I’ve prepared the sticks, look."

Fu Ling took out a stick, about a foot long, as thick as a spear shaft. It was clear that this stick had been meticulously polished, with an exceptionally smooth surface.

Long ago, the people of the tribe weren’t very particular.

When a man fancied a woman, or a woman fancied a man, they would prepare a stick and, when the other party wasn’t paying attention, knock them out and bring them into a cave, thus accomplishing their desire.

But there were significant drawbacks to this method.

For instance, when someone was unwilling or uninterested in the other person, they would often make a huge scene upon waking. Many people lacked restraint, even cracking open heads—resulting in numerous fatalities and injuries, causing great headaches for the tribe’s Witch.

Later, as the tribe developed, most people moved out of the caves. Many tribes derived a rule that one could no longer indiscriminately knock people out with sticks; consent was required.

Once both parties reached an agreement, they wouldn’t smash heads like before, having to knock them out completely.

Gradually, the stick became a symbolic object, often gently tapping the other, who’d cooperatively pretend to faint, allowing everything to proceed smoothly.

Gou Teng was already fifteen; people his age often had children by then, so he naturally understood what this stick symbolized.

Fu Ling’s straightforwardness left him at a loss for words.

Fu Ling didn’t pressure him; instead, her tone softened considerably.

"Gou Teng, I know there might be something troubling you. It’s okay; as long as you agree, I can face it together with you."

Gou Teng stopped sharpening his Stone Spear but didn’t reply.

A flash of disappointment appeared in Fu Ling’s eyes.

She silently put away the stick and said, "If you’re not willing, then let’s forget about it, as if I never came."

Fu Ling stood up and walked towards the door.

"Wait..."

At this moment, Gou Teng finally called out to her.

"You agreed?" Fu Ling turned back, surprised and delighted.

Gou Teng hesitated for a moment and said, "Can you give me some time to think it over?"

Fu Ling nodded, "Alright, but don’t think too long."

"Okay." Gou Teng nodded solemnly.

"Then I’ll go now."

Fu Ling turned again, her mood already lifted, her footsteps much lighter.

After Fu Ling left, Gou Teng looked at the empty doorway, feeling a tinge of reluctance.

He suddenly wanted to ask those who were already married, what marriage felt like.

...

In the heart of the Western Wilderness, Frog Tribe.

"Chief, a few more giant frogs have died."

A Warrior hurriedly found Huo Meng, the Frog Tribe chief, reporting the news of the giant frogs’ deaths.

"Got it, you can leave."

Huo Meng sat in the stone house, weakly waving his hand.

The Warrior retreated.

As of today, one-third of the giant frogs in the Frog Tribe had died, most of which couldn’t adapt to the increasingly harsh climate.

The place where the Frog Tribe lived was suffering more severe desertification since Jiang Xuan’s arrival, and rain was even more scarce.

Moreover, extreme weather occurred frequently.

The Divine Lake, upon which the Frog Tribe depended for survival, had a very low water level. If this continued, drinking water would soon become a significant problem for the Frog Tribe.

Those giant frogs couldn’t reside in the Divine Lake as they once did.

"Is migration really the only option?"

Huo Meng sighed helplessly; he felt utterly powerless at that moment.

The Frog Tribe was too weak; not only did they lack a living Totem God, but there were also very few strong Warriors in the tribe.

Even as the chief, he was merely a Three-Color Warrior, relying on his tall stature and six stripes painted across his face to intimidate others.

If migration happens, he’s uncertain the Frog Tribe wouldn’t be annihilated halfway.

However, if they don’t migrate and stay, it would merely be a slow death. Without water, not only the giant frogs but also the tribe members of Frog Tribe couldn’t survive.

For a moment, Huo Meng found himself caught in a dilemma.

"I should still consult the Witch’s opinion."

After a lot of pondering, Huo Meng finally got up and walked to the stone house where the Frog Tribe Witch resided.

As he left the stone house, a strong wind carrying plenty of dust blew directly at him, causing him to nearly close his eyes.

After the wind passed, Huo Meng looked up, his expression gloomy. The sky was almost cloudless, the scorching sun a blinding brightness, roasting this land.

In the distance, many trees had dried up due to lack of water, and the woods where the Frog Tribe resided were shrinking.

The once water-abundant Divine Lake now held little water, becoming a giant pit with numerous giant frogs gathered at the water’s edge, clinging to life.

Tribe members of the Frog Tribe either hid in stone houses or in shade under trees to cool down, hunting only in the morning or evening, with few prey available.

The entire tribe had a scene of despair.

Huo Meng felt more burdensome, taking one step at a time towards the stone house where the tribe’s Witch lived.

Inside the stone house, the Frog Tribe Witch was in front of a stone jar filled with water, praying for the Frog God’s blessing.

But their Frog God had long been absent, and no matter how he prayed, he received no answer.

When Huo Meng entered the stone house, he patiently waited until the Frog Tribe Witch finished praying, opening his eyes in disappointment.

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