This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 516 - 320: Shui Cang’s Transformation
Capítulo 516: Chapter 320: Shui Cang’s Transformation
Southern Wilderness, northwest region.
The appearance of the Great Rift Valley caused the underground water level in the northwest region of the Southern Wilderness to drop drastically, leading to frequent natural disasters such as earthquakes and droughts.
“Huff, huff…”
Gan Song rode on a fierce bird, walking on the dry ground. Most of what he saw was withered yellow, with only a few tenacious green plants scattered among them.
Behind him were seven or eight warriors from the Planting Team, also riding fierce birds, enduring the stifling heat and dryness alongside Gan Song.
As they walked, a lush green plant appeared ahead, although it was quite low, it stood out among the pile of withered yellow plants.
“Let’s go have a look.”
Gan Song pointed to the plant, and with a gentle squeeze of his legs, the fierce bird advanced towards it.
Upon reaching the plant, Gan Song jumped off the bird, then crouched down to examine the plant’s growth state.
It was a shrub, a little over a meter tall, with a very short main trunk, and almost entirely branches growing upward. The leaves were needle-like but larger and flatter than pine needles. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
“Dig out part of its root system for a look.”
Gan Song had only one arm and couldn’t do such meticulous work, so he had to let the warriors behind him do it.
One of the warriors, holding a bronze shovel, stepped forward immediately, carefully digging out the soil and exposing part of the roots.
The roots of this plant were very long, deeply entrenched in the ground, and very dense.
“Not bad, dense and deep-rooted, a good drought-resistant plant.”
Gan Song was quite satisfied with this plant. However, it was summer, not a good time for transplanting, so he had the surrounding area marked, planning to dig it up next spring.
Since Jiang Ze assigned Gan Song the task of windbreak and preventing soil desertification, he had been looking for various drought-resistant plants every day, having found more than a dozen so far.
When the time for transplanting comes, he would lead people to transplant all these drought-resistant plants to the northwest of the Vine Tribe, large-scale plant them, and eventually form a green barrier to prevent the desert from the Western Wilderness from encroaching further.
After marking, Gan Song and the others continued their journey in search of new drought-resistant plants.
…
By the Feiyu River, in the newly opened wasteland of the Vine Tribe.
“Anyone who dares to escape will end up like him!”
Shui Cang hung a runaway prisoner on a tree and stabbed him twice in the thigh with a bronze knife!
Blood dripped down, staining the freshly tilled soil and weeds red.
To manage these four to five hundred unruly prisoners, Shui Cang had killed five people. He felt his heart becoming harder and colder.
As the newly appointed leader of the Planting Team, Shui Cang for the first time realized how difficult it was to stabilize his position, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Not long ago, Jiang Xuan handed him this reed field along with nearly five hundred of the most difficult-to-manage prisoners, tasking him with leading them in land reclamation and farming.
Initially optimistic, as time went on, he found it increasingly difficult because these prisoners were so hard to manage, and the slightest misstep would cause trouble.
Escaping, causing trouble, slacking off… all kinds of issues weighed on Shui Cang’s mind, making him feel as if the whole world was against him, even tempted to abandon his leadership role and go back to farming in the tribe.
Yet, he was ultimately a capable person.
After experiencing an initial complex and difficult psychological journey, he began to truly think like a leader.
He constantly asked himself why the leader could manage countless prisoners so effectively over the years, yet he couldn’t do the same.
After the crowd dispersed, Shui Cang looked at the freshly tilled land and muttered to himself, “The leader once said, if the prisoners don’t listen, kill some, beat some, then recruit some, and have their own people manage them.”
This sentence, like a beam of sunlight on a cloudy day, shone into Shui Cang’s heart, enlightening him.
He looked up at the prisoner hanging on the tree, barely alive, and then at the prisoners working reluctantly in the distance, muttering, “I think I know what to do.”
Shui Cang’s gaze gradually became determined. He strode towards the prisoners opening up wasteland, finding some who were frequently bullied, and took them into a room to talk.
In the room, Shui Cang divided the prisoners into five large teams and fifty small teams, appointing these people as captains, giving them certain resource allocation powers.
Someone asked, “What if someone doesn’t listen to us?”
Others nodded, as they were usually the ones being bullied, suddenly letting them manage people, expecting not many would obey.
Shui Cang said calmly, “After being bullied for so long, don’t you want revenge? If someone doesn’t listen, beat them until they do.”
That person asked again, “But what if they resist? We can’t beat so many people.”
“If anyone dares to resist, our Vine Tribe warriors will back you up. What are you afraid of?”
Shui Cang’s words finally reassured them. Although still somewhat afraid, the desire for revenge began to grow.
Once those who have been bullied gain power, they will inevitably seek revenge, extremely viciously.
That evening, Shui Cang gathered all the prisoners and announced the division into teams.
When the prisoners saw those usually bullied had become their supervisors, they were in an uproar, cursing and venting their dissatisfaction.
However, waiting for them was the ruthless suppression of more than a hundred warriors from the Vine Tribe, who beat them into rolling helplessly on the ground.
The newly appointed captains and lieutenants saw this scene and immediately became excited, joining in the beating with even more ferocity.
From this day on, most of the captives’ hatred for the Vine Tribe was transferred; those cruel and merciless kin had become their new object of hatred.
And Shui Cang, who had always felt it difficult to manage, suddenly felt relieved because the captains and lieutenants were very familiar with the captives, and nothing could escape their eyes.
The efficiency of land clearing suddenly improved, and the number of slackers decreased. The new plantation of the Vine Tribe was almost expanding outward every day.
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Vine Tribe, Altar.
Jiang Xuan received a message from the Vine God that with the expansion of the Rat Tribe in Central South Wilderness, the surrounding tribes had begun to unite against them. If it weren’t for the Vine God’s avatar deterring them, the Rat Tribe would have been annihilated again.
“Looks like I need to take a trip to the central region; I can’t let the Rat Tribe keep messing like this.”
The Rat Tribe is an important piece Jiang Xuan prepared for the Vine Tribe’s forces entering Central South Wilderness; it absolutely cannot be easily lost.
Jiang Xuan saluted the altar: “Vine God, I’ll have to trouble you to watch over the tribe while I go to Central South Wilderness.”
“Go ahead.”
The Divine Vine responded with only two words, concise and powerful.
Jiang Xuan returned to his residence, prepared his things, handed over tribal affairs, and then went to the bamboo grove courtyard to bid farewell to Chi Shao.
“Sister, during the days I’m away from the tribe, I’ll trouble you to take care of things.”
Chi Shao nodded and then went into the house to fetch a few boxes of witch medicine, stuffing them into Jiang Ze’s hands.
“Xuan, these witch medicines are newly concocted by me; they include injury healing, disease curing, and poison… I’ve labeled the uses on the bottles, take them all, they might come in handy.”
“Thank you, sister. I’ll set off now. If all goes well, I’ll be back soon.”
Jiang Xuan accepted the witch medicines and then turned to leave.
Chi Shao walked to the door, watching Jiang Xuan walk out of the courtyard before gradually withdrawing her gaze. In her courtyard, various magical plants swayed in the wind.
Before his departure, Jiang Xuan separately visited the Planting Team and the Breeding Team, requesting two experienced warriors willing to go to the Rat Tribe, and then returned to his courtyard with these two warriors, carrying all necessary belongings and weapons.
Afterward, he led these two warriors to the vast open space outside the courtyard and fetched out a bone whistle.
“Woo…”
The sound of the bone whistle rang out loudly and melodiously, its waves spreading far and wide.
“Ee…”
Before long, a piercing bird call, splitting the air like stone, rang out, followed by a massive fierce bird flying over from the distant mountaintop, its purple feathers gleaming in the sunlight.
“Boom!”
The fierce bird landed, its terrifying claws creating eight deep pits on the ground, its massive wings raising a cloud of dust.
This fierce bird was none other than Tang Yuan; it was now nearing adulthood, with a wingspan of sixty meters, astonishingly large.
Tang Yuan pressed one wing to the ground and crouched down completely.
Jiang Xuan, carrying weapons and belongings, climbed onto Tang Yuan’s broad back along its wing, and the two warriors, trembling and carrying their things, followed suit.
“Let’s go, heading to the central region!”
Jiang Xuan patted Tang Yuan’s purple feathers on its neck.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh…”
Tang Yuan stood up, spread its wings, and ran forward a few steps before vigorously flapping its wings, quickly taking to the sky.
“Ee…”
Tang Yuan circled twice over the Vine Tribe before flying towards Central South Wilderness.
“Moo…”
In the tribe, the Black Wind Rhinoceros Crescent grazing on grass roared towards the sky, evidently displeased that Jiang Xuan once again did not take it along.
But what could be done, it didn’t have wings.
…
At this time, the Rat Tribe in Central South Wilderness had just fought a big battle. Both Demigod Giant Rats were injured, and many tribespeople were dead or wounded.
Luckily, the Divine Vine’s avatar was there, repelling the enemies’ Totem God at the crucial moment. Otherwise relying solely on the two Demigod Giant Rats might have seen the tribe’s residential area invaded again.
“Huff… huff…”
Hui Shu sat on the open space in the center of the tribe, his wounds still bleeding, but he was indifferent.
Looking at the bodies of tribespeople being carried back, his heart ached immensely, for the Rat Tribe’s population was already scarce; continued fighting might not lead to annihilation, but survival would be increasingly difficult.
