This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 491 - 295. Expanding Toward the Great Swamp

After searching the entire Locust Tribe, the spoils of war were piled up like a mountain.

Of course, the food that the tribe valued the most was scarce, leaving the warriors of each tribe feeling somewhat disappointed.

Next, the five tribes sat down to distribute the spoils of war.

As the strongest tribe, which contributed the most in men and efforts, the Vine Tribe should have received the largest share of the spoils. However, a word from Jiang Xuan touched the leaders of the other tribes.

"Our Vine Tribe just wants some good stones; you can divide the rest among yourselves."

Shan Jia asked in disbelief, "Leader Xuan, are you serious?"

One must know that the Locust Tribe had collected many good things along the way. Although most of the food was consumed, there was still an abundance of beast hides, beast bones, and other resources favored by the tribesmen.

"Of course, I mean what I say."

After getting Jiang Xuan's confirmation, the leaders of the tribes beamed. Who would refuse good stuff?

Jiang Xuan then asked, "By the way, how many captives do you plan to take?"

Shan Jia hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Our Mountain Turtle Tribe doesn't need captives."

Due to the severe drought and the havoc wreaked by the locust plague, the Mountain Turtle Tribe already struggled to feed its own people, let alone taking captives who might starve.

Huo Meng said, "We of the Frog Tribe don't want any either."

The leaders of the Giant Claw Tribe and the Stinging Fly Tribe also successively refused because they simply couldn't sustain captives.

Jiang Xuan nodded and said, "Alright, since none of you want them, these captives will belong to our Vine Tribe."

The Locust Tribe had a total population of over ten thousand, but since most of their warriors had been killed, the number of captives was only about two thousand, mostly women and children.

The brutal warriors of the Locust Tribe, accustomed to plundering, were almost all killed.

Two thousand captives meant two thousand mouths to feed. Even for the Vine Tribe, sustaining so many was not easy, let alone for the other tribes.

After the discussion, each tribe began joyfully dividing the spoils, and the Vine Tribe selected some of the better stones from them.

Once the spoils of war were distributed, each tribe, satisfied, started on their journey home.

The harvest from this battle can truly be described as bountiful.

Because the Vine Tribe had to manage over two thousand captives, it took them a long time and they were the last to leave.

After escorting the captives to the outskirts of the Locust Tribe's area, Jiang Xuan looked back at the mountain of corpses and glanced at the scorching sun above, frowning as he said, "In such hot weather, so many corpses piled together might trigger an epidemic."

Jiang Xuan raised his head to ask the Vine God, "Vine God, can you deal with these bodies?"

"Yes."

The Vine God agreed, then floated to the center of the Locust Tribe, growing to a towering height like a mountain, and all its roots began to grow wildly.

Countless roots rapidly wrapped around the corpses, quickly absorbing the flesh and blood essence from them.

Before long, the mountain of bodies shriveled into mummies, while the Vine God grew even taller, with surging divine power as vast as an ocean, extremely terrifying.

When the Vine God withdrew all its roots, only mummified corpses were left on the ground, presenting a spectacular sight.

"Rustle..."

The Vine God then swung its tendrils, sprinkling a large amount of pale green liquid.

This pale green liquid contained astonishing life energy, and just smelling it from afar made one feel completely invigorated and rejuvenated.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

After the pale green liquid drenched the ground, countless plants suddenly sprouted from the barren land; some were grass, others were trees, and all the plants grew wildly.

Before long, the land, previously gnawed barren by locusts, turned lush and green, with all the mummies covered by plants.

It can be foreseen that all the mummies will become nutrients for the plants and eventually return to the earth.

Jiang Xuan looked at the now lush forest, with the faintly visible mummified remains within, and whispered, "In life, you brought locusts and destroyed countless forests. Now in death, your bodies become fertilizer for the forest plants. I suppose this is retribution."

"Let's go, it's time to head back."

Jiang Xuan turned and mounted the back of the Black Wind Rhinoceros Crescent, embarking on the journey home.

Behind him, over two thousand riders, each carrying one or two captives, followed Jiang Xuan towards the direction of the Vine Tribe.

In the sky above, the Vine God followed them leisurely, its emerald tendrils swaying in the wind...

...

After returning to the Vine Tribe, Jiang Xuan asked the Vine God to use a tall vine wall to encircle a very wide new territory in the southwest of the tribe, near the Great Swamp.

All two thousand captives were placed within this new territory, where they followed the construction team to build houses and roads, and worked with the planting team on tasks such as reclaiming land, planting, and gathering.

Jiang Xuan had already figured it out. The vine wall encircling territory was a great advantage for the Vine Tribe. Moreover, this kind of vine wall could continue to grow for thousands of years, very durable and long-lasting.

Given this, it would be better to take it step by step. Every time a new territory is developed, encircle it with a vine wall, which would not only fend off enemy attacks but also prevent some wild beasts from attacking people or damaging crops. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

After the captives finished building houses and roads in the new territory and started logging and farming, a month had quietly passed by.

...

On August 26th, the hot summer was coming to an end, and it began to cool down in the morning and evening.

That night, Jiang Xuan was drawing a map, studying how to develop more land, when suddenly a strong wind blew outside, making the windows clatter loudly.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Jiang Xuan put down his pen and walked to the door, only to see that outside, a strong gale was blowing, sending sand and stones flying, and dry branches and leaves were swept up into the sky.

Soon after, thick dark clouds gathered in the sky, obscuring the sunlight.

"Could it be... it's going to rain?"

Jiang Xuan was overjoyed. This drought had lasted for over three months, making most of the plants on the ground wither. If not for the Vine Tribe using deep wells to draw water for irrigation, they might not have harvested anything this year.

Now, both the forests and all the tribes were in dire need of a heavy rain.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

A sudden burst of thunder resounded in the sky, and terrifying lightning strikes slashed down one after another.

On the ground, those plants that had barely survived the drought, with their wilted leaves, suddenly became spirited.

They used their last bit of strength to quickly unfurl their leaves to catch more rain.

"Pop"

In Chi Shao's courtyard, the Head-Biting Flower, which had kept its petals tightly closed to conserve water, also blossomed. Although its petals looked shriveled, it made an effort to spread out.

"Drip, drip..."

Peanut-sized raindrops fell, quickly absorbed by the parched soil.

Gradually, the rain intensified, pouring down like a torrent.

"It's raining, it's raining, boo hoo hoo..."

The leader of the planting team, Gan Song, dropped his stone hoe, knelt in the freshly reclaimed land, allowing the rain to wash over his wrinkled face, and wept in the rain.

No one knew how he had managed these past three months; the struggle to save the crops had truly been arduous.

"It's raining!"

The entire Vine Tribe cheered, with countless people rushing into the rain, shouting and jumping excitedly, regardless of getting soaked.

"It's raining."

Jiang Xuan stood under the eaves, reaching out to catch the raindrops. The cool rainwater flowed over his palm, through his fingers, and down his hand, giving an incredibly pleasant feeling.

The three-month-long drought had finally come to an end.