This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 219 - 148: Want to learn? I’ll teach you.

Western Wilderness, by a small river.

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

Huo Meng sat on the ground, panting heavily, with two wounds on his body still bleeding.

On the ground, dozens of corpses lay scattered, their blood staining the dry soil.

"Leader, take off the Beast Hide Clothing, I’ll treat your wounds."

The Witch of the Frog Tribe crouched beside Huo Meng, helping him to remove his Beast Hide Clothing, then sprinkled some gray medicinal powder on the wounds.

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The powder touching the wounds caused brief intense pain, making Huo Meng clench his fists and inhale sharply.

"Bear with it, it’ll be over soon."

After pouring the powder, the Witch of the Frog Tribe wrapped his wounds with a type of peeled soft bark to stop the bleeding.

The powder was very effective, and Huo Meng’s body was strong, so the bleeding soon stopped.

Huo Meng looked towards the riverbank, where the limbs of a black giant frog lay stiff.

Huo Meng’s gaze turned somber; that giant frog had accompanied him for a long time but died today due to a battle with another tribe.

When the Frog Tribe migrated, there were over five hundred people, but now, only over two hundred remain, with half lost.

The giant frogs that followed them also mostly died, and since they were constantly migrating, even if they laid eggs, they would be left in the waters along the way.

This means that once a giant frog dies, there’s temporarily no way to replace it.

"Leader, should we continue migrating?"

The voice of the Witch of the Frog Tribe was very low; after all, he was aged and exhausted after a year of migration.

He even pessimistically thought that he might not live to see the tribe settle down and, like other tribal members, die on the path.

"Migrate!"

Huo Meng’s voice, though weary, remained firm and even stubborn.

The Witch of the Frog Tribe lowered his head, not wanting to continue further; he felt the current environment was decent and settling down might be a better choice than migrating.

But he couldn’t argue with Huo Meng because the warriors of the Frog Tribe obeyed Huo Meng.

At this moment, a cool breeze blew through.

Huo Meng said, "Witch, hold on a little longer, we’re nearing the Southern Wilderness."

The further south they went, the colder the temperature, the more rivers and lakes, and the forest grew denser, with several rains encountered.

Huo Meng even captured several Wanderers, who, although hadn’t been to the Southern Wilderness, had heard stories about it.

All this indicated they were drawing closer to the Southern Wilderness.

Reaching the Southern Wilderness and finding a place rich in water sources to settle, allowing the giant frogs to repopulate and strengthen the Frog Tribe, was Huo Meng’s belief that carried him to this day.

The Witch of the Frog Tribe said nothing; such conversations had been repeated countless times on the road, and Huo Meng had never wavered.

The Witch silently treated other warriors, as that was all he could do now.

After treating all the wounded, Huo Meng and his people threw the fallen Frog Tribe warriors and giant frogs into the river, where the Witch recited a Blessing Spell, hoping their souls would fly to the Frog God.

This was the most traditional water burial of the Frog Tribe.

That night, they found a relatively safe place nearby to rest for the night, and took the opportunity for hunting and gathering to replenish food.

The next day, they identified directions by the rising sun and continued heading south.

No one knew how much longer the journey would last or how far they’d have to go.

Only Huo Meng constantly reassured them it would be soon and painted a picture of the Frog Tribe thriving after settling in the Southern Wilderness.

Sometimes, Huo Meng would think of the Vine Tribe and Jiang Xuan.

For Jiang Xuan had said if the Frog Tribe could migrate to the Southern Wilderness, they could seek his help.

But Huo Meng didn’t place his hopes on Jiang Xuan, because the Southern Wilderness was vast, and even if they migrated there, they might not encounter the Vine Tribe.

Moreover, Huo Meng firmly believed in a simple creed: relying on oneself is better than relying on others.

...

Southern Wilderness, Vine Tribe.

"Chis chis chis..."

Old Black Stone placed a heated rock into the water, amidst a plume of white steam rising, the rock cracked with a "kacha."

Many rocks, after long periods of burning and soaking in cold water, naturally crack along the grain, allowing them to be processed into various Stone Tools.

If not burned, directly smashing, it’s not only difficult to break open but might shatter into pieces, turning into waste rocks.

"Ding ding ding..."

Old Black Stone picked up the cooled rock and used a Stone Hammer to strike along its grain, breaking it into more stone pieces.

"Gudu gudu..."

In the hearth, food in the Pottery Cauldron had already cooked, emitting an enticing aroma, but Old Black Stone still meticulously finished processing the rock.

Once he had turned the stone entirely into fragments, he finally straightened up and inserted a wooden stick through the ears of the three-legged Pottery Cauldron, lifting it aside with one hand on each end.

The Pottery Cauldron was heated, preventing it from cooling quickly, and the food inside continued to simmer.

Old Black Stone washed his hands, then took out a Pottery Bowl and a pair of chopsticks, scooped a bowl of food, and blew to cool it by his mouth.

At this moment, he noticed a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy pacing at the doorway, continually gazing inside.

Old Black Stone said, "If you want to watch, come in."

The boy smiled at the invitation and gathered his courage, walking into the room to see the variety of stones on the floor and the half-finished or completed stone tools, his eyes sparkling.

"Huff..."

The Elder of Black Stone blew on the food in the bowl, then took a sip of the soup and asked, "Do you like Stone Tools?"

"I like them." The young boy eagerly nodded his head.

"Have you ever made Stone Tools?"

"I have, but they weren’t very good."

"Let me see the Stone Tools you’ve made."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to take a small Stone Knife from his Beast Hide Bag and handed it to the Elder of Black Stone.

The Elder of Black Stone put down the bowl, took the small Stone Knife, and upon feeling it, his expression showed clear surprise.

This small Stone Knife was unexpectedly good, polished very smooth with a relatively sharp edge, but the stone material was quite ordinary and easily breakable, prone to chipping.

"Did you make this by yourself?"

The boy nodded, looking a bit tense, because the person in front of him was the most skilled Stone Artifact Master in the tribe.

"Not bad."

The Elder of Black Stone observed for a while, pointing to the middle of the small Stone Knife, and said, "But, this part is polished too much, making it prone to breaking."

The boy lowered his head again, feeling a bit at a loss.

The Elder of Black Stone returned the small Stone Knife to him, speaking calmly, "Don’t be discouraged, compared to other children your age, you’ve done very well."

Only then did the boy breathe a sigh of relief.

"What’s your name?"

"My name is Shan Wen."

"Shan Wen, do you want to learn how to polish Stone Tools?"

"Yes..."

"Come over tomorrow to try it out, I’ll teach you."

Shan Wen raised his head in astonishment, thinking he must have heard wrong.

"Why... unwilling?"

"No... it’s not that, I still have to work tomorrow..."

"That’s fine, you can come here to learn when you’re not working, but I have to remind you, learning to polish Stone Tools is very tiring, it requires patience and perseverance."

Shan Wen hastily replied, "I’m not afraid of hard work!"

The Elder of Black Stone nodded, saying, "Go back first, come again tomorrow."

"Okay."

Shan Wen walked to the door, feeling as if he were dreaming, he could actually learn to polish Stone Tools with the most skilled Stone Artifact Master in the Vine Tribe!

"That’s great!"

Walking along, he couldn’t help but jump up with joy, his entire being in a state of excitement.

Inside the house, the Elder of Black Stone also showed a slight smile.

This boy named Shan Wen had been lingering around his door for some days, likely genuinely fond of polishing Stone Tools.

Moreover, what pleasantly surprised the Elder of Black Stone was that the boy had quite the talent for polishing Stone Tools.

Interest is crucial for polishing Stone Tools, because it’s a very tedious and boring task, without interest it’s hard to keep going.

Talent is equally important, people without talent may learn some techniques but struggle to polish truly superior Stone Tools.

Some things can only be appreciated intuitively, not explained, like painting, where those without talent produce works lacking in spirit even after learning techniques.

The Elder of Black Stone was glad to have found a suitable apprentice, but as to what Shan Wen would eventually learn, only time would tell.

The next day, after eating, Shan Wen took his rest time to start learning how to polish Stone Tools in the Elder of Black Stone’s house.

He was part of the breeding team, usually taking care of the livestock, doing tasks like cleaning pens and feeding fodder.

Only after eating did he get a relatively short rest time, and in the evening, he had free time to learn from the Elder of Black Stone.

Even so, under the Elder of Black Stone’s guidance, he quickly learned many techniques about polishing Stone Tools, as well as knowledge about recognizing different types of stone materials.

Even the Elder of Black Stone had to admit that Shan Wen was indeed highly talented in the field of Stone Tools polishing.

...

Day after day passed, and the temperature in the Southern Wilderness rose higher and higher, with the cold winter completely over.

As the temperature increased, the animals in the forest became more active.

Along with the animals, those migrating tribes from the Western Wilderness also became active.

In early February, a medium-sized tribe of over five thousand people migrated from the Western Wilderness into the Southern Wilderness.

This tribe was named the Fierce Bird Tribe.

Fierce Birds were predatory birds unable to fly.

They looked extremely robust, standing at about two meters, and had long legs capable of carrying a person to run swiftly through the forest.

At the same time, they had hard and sharp beaks with great strength, easily pecking holes into the skulls of ordinary prey.

It was precisely with the aid of these ferocious birds that the Fierce Bird Tribe could become a medium-sized tribe dominating a region of the forest.

However, with the drastic changes in the Western Wilderness, the Fierce Bird Tribe’s previous residence experienced earthquakes and was hit by tribes migrating from deeper regions of the Western Wilderness.

For better survival, the Fierce Bird Tribe could only migrate to the Southern Wilderness, becoming the first medium-sized tribe to enter the Southern Wilderness.

Yet, a medium-sized tribe needs to occupy a large territory, including good locations.

Would the tribes of the Southern Wilderness willingly let their living space be compressed?

The answer is no.

A new storm is approaching.

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