Chapter 791: The Dogs Unlocking New Skills

When sheltered from wind and rain, childhood always appears colorful and lively.

Because it is an age that is easily satisfied.

A piece of well-braised meat, a small sip of sweet honey water, a tiny snowman, a crystal-clear icicle wind chime… all these could bring them joy, making them smile broadly, whether asleep or eating, their eyes and hearts full of such things…

Now, the carpenter’s workshop in the Green Sparrow Tribe has become the place most beloved by the children of the tribe.

Besides squatting, they watch Lame and the others transform wood into sturdy, spacious donkey carts. Their greatest aspiration is to emulate the Divine Child, who pushes wheels nailed with copper and connected by a bright bronze axle to run around the courtyard. The happiness brought by such a new toy is indescribable.

Of course, being allowed to play on the donkey cart itself would be even more delightful.

The children split into two groups: two or three would ride on the shafts in front, while the others pressed down on the raised rear of the cart.

As the weight at the back increased, those sitting on the shafts would be lifted along with it.

This seesaw-like new game was endlessly fascinating to the tribe’s children.

Not only the younger kids, but even older juveniles like Cat Ear often wanted to play a round or two…

Therefore, recently, whenever the broken plowshare hung on the tree branch and was struck with a copper bell, these juveniles would rush out from the schoolhouse and run all the way to the carpenter’s workshop.

When the children gathered, besides the clang-clang of tools, the place would be filled with their joyful laughter.

This was the flavor of childhood.

The tribe’s elder, Shaman, had also recently been coming to the carpenter’s workshop frequently, but unlike most who came to watch the making of donkey carts, Shaman’s purpose was more to watch the children play and laugh.

He never seemed to tire of the sight.

Often, watching the children, a look of reminiscence would appear on Shaman’s face.

Sometimes, talking with Yuan, who came with him, Shaman would often say: “These little rascals are truly happy now. When I was young, what I remember most clearly is hunger and cold. I often cried from hunger, and was barely old enough before I had to leave the cave to forage for grass roots to eat…”

Yuan, who understood Shaman’s meaning, was deeply moved.

Born in such an era, their childhoods were mainly filled with hardship.

Before coming to Green Sparrow Tribe, Yuan never dreamed that juveniles would live so happily.

The contrast made her feel even more fortunate that the children were now.

But even in those reminiscences, not all was gray; a sour-sweet fruit, a slightly charred small grilled fish—all could become unforgettable colors in childhood…

Time is always too short. While passing, it feels ordinary, but looking back one day suddenly makes one realize how quietly countless moments have slipped away.

It feels like just a blink, and a person has grown up. Many things exist only in memory, only to be seen and tasted again in midnight dreams…

After the people of the Green Sparrow Tribe had finished making donkey carts, the weather grew hotter and hotter. Unnoticed, early summer slowly passed, and the scorching midsummer was about to arrive.

Summer mornings, besides nighttime, are the most favored moments—carrying a hint of tranquility, but most importantly, coolness.

At such times, whether lying on the heated bed for a nap or doing other things, it was very comfortable.

But this morning, Han Cheng’s second sleep would not happen.

At the break of dawn, with the moon still faintly visible in the sky, Han Cheng had already gotten up from the heated bed.

Quietly and lightly, Han Cheng approached the small heated bed where Little Pea slept alone by the wall, bending down to look at his sleeping son.

The little one was no longer mischievous as in daytime but very peaceful.

Long eyelashes drooped down, sometimes twitching gently like a dragonfly perched on a reed, fluttering its wings.

Two still chubby little hands were raised on either side of the head, clenched into tiny fists.

Han Cheng looked for a while, then leaned down and gently kissed the cheek.

Perhaps bothered by the stubble on Han Cheng’s lips, Little Pea curled up, reaching a small hand to scratch the spot where he had been kissed, then rolled over, burying his head in the heated bed and continuing to sleep. Seeing this sleeping posture made Han Cheng smile.

He did not disturb Little Pea’s sweet dreams further but turned quietly and lay back on the heated bed.

Bai Xue, sleeping on her side, carried an aura of peace.

Han Cheng watched quietly for a while, his gaze falling on Bai Xue’s slightly rounded belly.

After a moment’s pause, he bent down, tilted his head, and gently pressed his ear against Bai Xue’s belly.

Bai Xue was just over two months pregnant with their second child. Besides the sound of intestinal movement, nothing else could be heard or felt, but Han Cheng listened carefully.

After a while, Han Cheng gently raised his head, about to get off the heated bed, only to find Bai Xue already awake, quietly watching him.

When their eyes met, Bai Xue gave a sweet smile and softly said, “Brother Cheng~”

Comforting and quiet mornings pass quickly. As daylight changed from dark to light, the Green Sparrow Tribe gradually grew lively.

The Eldest Eldest Senior Brother, Shang, Mao, and others moved the things they had prepared two days earlier, piece by piece and basket by basket, into the courtyard. Han Cheng also came out of the room, followed by Bai Xue, who had also gotten up.

“Divine Child.”

“Divine Child.”

Seeing Han Cheng come out, Eldest Senior Brother and others greeted him.

“Is everything packed?”

Han Cheng smiled, nodded to everyone, then asked aloud.

“All packed and ready to go.”

Mao responded.

As the one who often went out with the trade caravan, Mao had the most say in this.

He already knew very well what needed to be brought.

Seeing this, Han Cheng nodded again and smiled: “Then let’s eat. After eating, while it’s still cool, we’ll set off early.”

Everyone obeyed the order and went to eat.

Seeing Bai Xue, who also wanted to go straight to eat, Han Cheng reached out, pulled her gently, and smiled softly, “Go brush your teeth first, then we’ll eat.”

It was hard to tell what Bai Xue—the childhood bride whom Han Cheng had turned into an experienced “driver”—was thinking, but a faint blush appeared on her face, which was even paler than most in the tribe.

Then she showed Han Cheng two rows of bright white teeth, clicking them together audibly, which sent a chill down his spine.

This was definitely someone not to mess with!

The tribe’s two-wheeled donkey carts had already been built. The remaining improvements could only rely on Lame, Heiwa, and the others. Whether Han Cheng was there or not didn’t matter anymore; he no longer needed to act as a technical advisor.

With the donkey carts finished, it was time to move on to the bronze “highway” project.

Han Cheng had started arranging this a few days ago. Initially, he planned to survey the route the day before yesterday, but the rain delayed the plan to today.

This trip was to survey the route—not for hunting or battle—so not many people were needed. Half of the trade caravan, plus about a dozen Green Sparrow warriors who regularly trained, was enough.

Since the trade caravan often traveled outdoors, having them there ensured safety.

Han Cheng deliberately didn’t bring the entire trade caravan this time, wanting to use the opportunity to train some others who might forget how to survive in the wild if they stayed farming in the tribe for too long.

The meals had long been prepared—made by people assigned yesterday, who got up before dawn to cook.

At this time, the food was just right—not too cold, not too hot…

After eating, the prepared goods were either loaded onto donkeys and deer to carry or carried by hand or shoulder, and were quickly distributed.

Because this was not a military expedition, there was no complicated ceremony. After everyone had packed, Han Cheng led the group out.

“Come back early! Be careful on the road…”

Though Shaman understood this was only a route survey and unlikely to be dangerous, he still repeatedly urged caution.

He repeated these warnings countless times in the past few days, eventually even reluctant to let Han Cheng leave.

It took much reassurance from Han Cheng to calm Shaman down.

Han Cheng had to make this trip because he knew the route best in the tribe. Although he never participated in road planning or construction in the future, he still understood the principles of choosing and building roads.

“Once I’m back, we’ll start building the road. When it’s done, I’ll drive the donkey cart and take you to see the pond at Copper Mountain…”

Han Cheng rubbed Bai Xue’s head and said this.

He then picked up Little Pea from the ground. Ignoring the child’s protests, he rubbed the prickly stubble on his cheek twice and shouted, “Let’s go!” with a laugh.

He then happily led the way…

Those who saw them off stood outside the courtyard walls, unwilling to leave, only dispersing under Shaman’s orders after the group and the Green Sparrow flag disappeared from view.

People busied themselves with their tasks but couldn’t help glancing in the direction Han Cheng had gone.

The Divine Child was different from others. When others left the tribe, people might feel some worry; but whenever the Divine Child left, everyone felt an emptiness in their hearts, a lack of security, a sense of having no support…

Shaman, who ordered people to work, went even further—he climbed atop the tribe’s wall and stood there staring toward Han Cheng’s departing group…

After walking for a while, Han Cheng slowed down and began observing the surroundings.

Over several years, the Green Sparrow tribe had made a path from the main tribe to the Copper Mountain residential area.

However, this path was only suitable for people and deer, and many sections were rough and rugged.

Now, they had to prepare a road passable for donkey carts. Naturally, they could no longer follow the old, casually trodden path.

If possible, building a straight road between two points is best.

Han Cheng clearly remembered from elementary school that the straight line between two points is the shortest.

Straight roads not only make travel comfortable but also save time and labor.

But now he could only imagine this ideal road because between the Green Sparrow prominent tribe and the Copper Mountain residential area, the terrain was not flat.

Some detours were unavoidable.

For example, they needed to avoid streams as much as possible.

Places prone to flash floods, landslides, or collapses also had to be bypassed.

After considering these factors, they would try to make the road as straight as possible.

It sounds easy, but in practice, it’s challenging.

Because there were no aerial photos or high-resolution satellite images at the time.

The only way to understand the terrain was by foot and eye.

Moreover, with few people around, many places were densely forested. And since it was summer—the time when trees had the densest foliage—layers of leaves blocked vision and made surveying and walking difficult.

In dense thorny areas, they had to clear the way with bronze axes, sickles, and saws they carried.

Due to the thick foliage, they had to walk through some areas personally to understand their terrain.

During this process, they encountered many kinds of animals—even a tiger once.

Fortunately, Han Cheng was mentally prepared and had brought out most of the adult dogs from the tribe—about sixty or seventy!

These dogs were very different from those in the future that barked fiercely, locked in cages, but were cowardly face-to-face. These dogs would truly rush to fight.

After all, their ancestor Fu Jiang was a real wolf. Besides some differences from wild wolves, they still carried a strong wild aura.

Plus, with many two-legged beasts (people) around, their courage grew. Even when encountering the tiger, they barked wildly.

Some dogs even attempted to sneak behind the tiger, attempting to imitate Er Ge’s “digging out the jar” trick in a sneaky manner.

Facing so many fierce dogs and over twenty armed Green Sparrow adults wielding bronze halberds, rattan shields, and bows, even the tiger was scared off, unwilling to stay.

This was just terrifying for the tiger. Staying could cost its life or even its “manhood,” leaving it incomplete forever…

Han Cheng was surprised but relieved when he saw the dogs’ sneaky “digging out the jar” skill, wondering when these beasts had learned such a sneaky skill without a teacher under his serious leadership.

His doubt was only resolved when he rested and saw Fu Jiang and Deer Lord—two longtime rivals—sparring again. Deer Lord repeatedly attacked Fu Jiang’s backside with his antlers like dead branches.

“Holy crap!”

After knowing the truth, Han Cheng twitched his face for a while before finally expressing his feelings.

People say practicing sparring with opponents improves oneself, and Han Cheng always believed that. He had promoted this idea in the tribe’s daily training, sometimes having people split into groups to compete and thus improve the tribe’s combat ability.

Unexpectedly, the best learners weren’t the people, but Fu Jiang and his descendants.

In their sparring, they had independently learned this “digging out the jar” god-level skill!

This showed how much resentment Fu Jiang harbored due to Deer Lord’s constant antler attacks…

Sweating heavily and unwilling to remove his rattan armor, Han Cheng held a simple wooden writing board made by Lame before the trip in one hand, and a charcoal pencil in the other, writing and drawing on the paper.

The maps had mountains marked with triangle symbols, and some mountains circled with irregular lines as contour lines, which helped shape the mountains.

Han Cheng was drawing topographic maps based on his observations.

Without precise instruments, he had to rely on his eyes to roughly estimate and draw contour lines.

Fortunately, the tribe only needed a relatively wide dirt road, not a modern highway, so this rough mapping method worked.

After some time, he finally recorded the main terrain features he observed and let out a long sigh of relief.

Putting the papers into a pouch made from a whole animal hide, he tied the pouch tightly with rope, then shook his sore wrist and stood up, stretching widely.

As he stretched, the rattan armor he was used to wearing felt a bit uncomfortable in places.

But even so, Han Cheng wouldn’t easily remove it.

This was not the tribe’s territory—here they traveled through wilderness and mountains. Having personally seen the variety of wild beasts encountered by not sticking to the old path, Han Cheng decided not to take off the rattan armor until they reached the Copper Mountain residential area.

Moreover, encountering thorns was normal during such travel.

Without this hard outer rattan armor, not only would his hemp clothes tear to shreds, but he would surely be covered in wounds.

To avoid injuries, one must wrap oneself in animal skins.

But wearing thick animal skins while climbing around in the wild at this time of year was a miserable experience Han Cheng would rather avoid.

Compared to that, the ventilated rattan armor was more comfortable.

Feeling the rattan armor on his body and looking at the somewhat disheveled group around him, Han Cheng couldn’t help but sniff.

With shortages of all sorts, building even a simple rural dirt road was this difficult.

However, it’s not like there aren’t any advantages—at least in this era, building roads didn’t require worrying about compensation fees for demolishing houses, and there was no fear of “nail households” demanding exorbitant sums…

As Han Cheng and his group slowly approached the Copper Mountain residential area to explore, the Wind Tribe to the northwest of Copper Mountain was also taking action.

The Old Primitive Man, along with the five people who had previously gone with him to investigate the evil Flying Snake Tribe, set out again from their tribe, heading toward the evil Flying Snake Tribe’s territory.

But unlike before—when they were full of anxiety and a tragic determination to be caught and eaten—this time the Old Primitive Man and the five companions were no longer uneasy. On the contrary, they were filled with intense anticipation.

Because the kind and powerful Green Sparrow Tribe had already eliminated the evil Flying Snake Tribe.

Just thinking about that tribe living in strange caves, wealthy and kind-hearted, made the Old Primitive Man and the others salivate.

They all coincidentally thought about the delicious food that was so good it almost made people forget which tribe they belonged to…

Whenever these thoughts came to mind, the Old Primitive Man and his companions felt as if they could flap their wings and fly through the sky like the birds passing overhead, arriving at that tribe immediately.

So, without much instruction from the Old Primitive Man, the five people all mustered their energy and headed toward the Copper Mountain residential area—more eagerly even than when they had previously hurried from Copper Mountain back to their own tribe.

The Old Primitive Man and his group aimed to bring back more delicious salt and precious pottery this time.

That snow-white, delicious stuff called salt had become extremely popular in their tribe ever since they brought some back.

Now, if the Wind Tribe people didn’t eat food with salt, they would feel uncomfortable all over.

Under these circumstances, the salt gifted by the Third Senior Brother was naturally consumed very quickly.

As for pottery, their tribe currently had only one pot and three bowls.

Even though some had broken over the last couple of years, this small amount was clearly far from enough for their use.

So after much deliberation, the Wind Tribe leader decided to have the Old Primitive Man lead the same group once again to the Copper Mountain residential area…

As Han Cheng and his group surveyed the terrain and moved toward the Copper Mountain area, the Old Primitive Man and his group from the Wind Tribe approached from a different direction. Meanwhile, the Green Sparrow main tribe also received a batch of visitors from afar.

“¥%%F!”

The people from the Fire Tribe, rowing bamboo rafts upstream, upon seeing from afar the Green Sparrow Tribe walls built on a small hill, couldn’t help but shout in surprise.

These two who shouted had never been to the Green Sparrow Tribe before.

Nowadays, every year when the Fire Tribe brings cloth to the Green Sparrow Tribe, besides the few old boatmen, there are always some newcomers who have never been to the Green Sparrow Tribe, coming by bamboo raft to see this tribe that those who have been there speak of as almost magical.

At this moment, seeing the two newcomers exclaiming at the Green Sparrow Tribe’s walls from afar, the experienced Fire Tribe members all smiled knowingly inside, feeling extremely satisfied, as if everything they saw had been built by themselves…

These Fire Tribe members, who had been to Green Sparrow more than once, became primitive guides, explaining some details about Green Sparrow to the stunned newcomers while rowing their rafts.

Seeing the astonishment on their tribe members’ faces gave them great satisfaction.

“Ma! Ma!”

One of the newcomers, pointing excitedly at the lush hemp growing on both sides of the river, exclaimed.

Hemp, salt, pottery… and other things developed or introduced since Han Cheng arrived, were all called by their Mandarin names when Green Sparrow people introduced them to outsiders.

These outside tribes were far less capable of inventing or translating words than the people of the future.

So when encountering such new things, most people adopted the Green Sparrow Tribe’s names, using Mandarin.

Thus, it was not surprising to occasionally hear slightly odd Mandarin from these primitive tribes dressed very differently from the Green Sparrow people.

This was normal; after all, culture and goods were exported together.

Over the years, the Fire Tribe had exchanged hemp and hemp cloth with the Green Sparrow Tribe for many good things, significantly improving their own lives.

Therefore, they had developed a special fondness for hemp—a plant they might have ignored before.

Seeing so much hemp on the banks of the river downstream from Green Sparrow caused great excitement.

After shouting, the man suddenly fell silent, looking at the hemp with surprise.

Not because the amount of hemp was astonishing, but because they suddenly realized the hemp here grew far stronger than in their own tribe!

This was truly a miraculous tribe. Not only did they surpass others in many aspects, but they also excelled in hemp cultivation and weaving, areas in which they took particular pride.

This was both surprising and discouraging…

The Green Sparrow people were already accustomed to the Fire Tribe visitors.

After all, the Fire Tribe had never stopped coming over the years.

They no longer found the surprise and timidity of the Fire Tribe visitors unusual.

Most outsiders coming to the tribe showed similar expressions.

The Green Sparrow people never mocked this reaction, only showing friendly, understanding smiles.

Given the many amazing things in their tribe, such a reaction was natural.

Those Fire Tribe members who had traveled between Green Sparrow and their tribe many times, pretending to be calm veterans in front of the newcomers, finally lost their composure.

Because they noticed that, in just one year, the Green Sparrow Tribe had grown far more numerous than when they last came!

This was an astonishing change.

Thinking carefully about Green Sparrow Tribe’s growth over the years, the Fire Tribe members felt even more astonished.

They recalled that the first time they came, the Green Sparrow Tribe was only slightly larger than theirs.

Now, a few years later, thanks to pottery and the millet food exchanged for hemp cloth from Green Sparrow, their own tribe’s population had grown, but nowhere near as rapidly as Green Sparrow’s.

Their own leader was pleased with their growth, but upon comparing it to Green Sparrow, that joy quickly faded and turned into a strong blow.

Those Fire Tribe members might not have heard the saying “people die because of comparing to others, goods get thrown away because of comparing to better goods,” but now they all felt this strongly.

Moreover, beyond this, the Green Sparrow Tribe had accomplished many things in this time.

Not to mention the now grander and taller walls alone, which were truly worthy of worship!

Those two Fire Tribe newcomers, seeing the veteran visitors now more shocked than themselves, sniffed and thought their calmness before was just an act.

Once they actually came to this tribe, their own performance paled in comparison.

Amid the ongoing astonishment of several Fire Tribe members, Bai Xue—dressed in light, thin hemp clothes, her lower belly slightly rounded—stepped out from the inner courtyard.

As the tribe’s top weaver, Bai Xue was the one who inspected the quality of the Fire Tribe’s hemp fabric every time they brought it for trade.

Seeing Bai Xue in her hemp clothes, those Fire Tribe people who frequently came to trade with the Green Sparrow Tribe, previously overwhelmed by the astonishing “Green Sparrow speed,” suddenly regained their senses. They looked nervously and tensely at Bai Xue as she approached, even more anxious than when facing a fierce beast.

It wasn’t because they were stunned by her beauty—Bai Xue was rather slender and not considered particularly beautiful by their standards.

Their intense reaction came from the fact that whenever it was time to trade hemp cloth, this woman, originally from their own tribe, always made them feel utterly defeated.

“For this, at most we can exchange half a jar plus three spoonfuls of salt…” Bai Xue carefully unrolled a bolt of the hemp cloth they brought and shook her head lightly, speaking in the Fire Tribe’s language.

The usual Fire Tribe traders’ faces immediately turned sour—they already expected this.

They remained silent, but two Fire Tribe women who had come to Green Sparrow to broaden their horizons were not so willing to accept it.

Their own hands weaved some of the hemp cloth.

They remembered clearly last time these men came with a raft loaded with hemp cloth for trade, happily telling them that cloth of this quality could be exchanged for a whole jar of salt.

So afterward, they had worked harder on weaving, trying to produce that quality to exchange for more goods for the tribe.

Yet now, hemp cloth, just as good as last year’s, couldn’t even fetch a whole jar of salt!

How could they accept this?

They immediately became emotional and loudly protested, blurting out words like “hemp cloth,” “salt,” and “jar” repeatedly, which was quite amusing.

The usual male Fire Tribe traders hurried to pull the two women aside to stop them from speaking.

But it was too late; the two women kept on.

When fighting for their interests, whether primitive or modern, people tend to be equally fierce.

These two women, seeing the men try to silence them, thought the men were scared and instantly lost all their goodwill.

They decided that on the way back, they wouldn’t play around with those men on the raft anymore.

Not just on the raft, but also afterward, they wouldn’t sneak into the grass with them.

Not only would they not be close with those men, but they also forbade other women in the tribe from doing so, because those men were not brave enough!

This commotion naturally drew the attention of the Eldest Senior Brothers, who had been keeping watch over the situation.

They immediately came over, holding rattan shields and long spears, and even some archers on the walls readied their bows and arrows.

Daring to talk back to Green Sparrow Tribe people—especially to Bai Xue, who was not only the person producing most of the hemp cloth but also respected as the fixed spouse of the revered Divine Child—was unacceptable to the Green Sparrow Tribe.

The two women, who had just been looking down on the less brave Fire Tribe men, now lost all their courage when they saw the armed Eldest Senior Brothers approaching, their eyes filled with fear.

But despite their fear, any prior admiration or fondness for the Green Sparrow Tribe vanished.

They felt the tribe was too unfair in trade!

Bai Xue smiled at the arriving Eldest Senior Brothers, then led the Fire Tribe visitors to see the Green Sparrow Tribe’s hemp cloth storage rooms.

After a long while, Bai Xue and the Fire Tribe members emerged from the storage.

The Fire Tribe people were very quiet, especially the two women who were skilled weavers in their tribe, who looked utterly dejected.

After seeing the hemp cloth stored in Green Sparrow and comparing it with the cloth they thought was high quality, they felt Bai Xue’s offer of half a jar and three spoonfuls of salt was already very generous.

Primitive people were generally straightforward—right was right, wrong was wrong, and they didn’t have the stubborn pride of refusing to admit mistakes.

Gradually recovering from the shock, the two Fire Tribe women humbly admitted their mistake to the woman who had nearly been burned alive in their own tribe.

The male Fire Tribe traders watched calmly, as this result had been expected.

At the start of trading, their reactions had been much like the two women’s.

But after experiencing this twice, their reactions had dulled.

They knew that whenever this formerly Fire Tribe woman set the exchange terms, it meant that this strong and magical tribe had produced an even better quality hemp cloth…

After this small episode, the rest of the trade went very smoothly.

It wasn’t the first trade between the two tribes, so everyone was familiar with the rules.

Even before the Fire Tribe arrived, the Eldest Senior Brother and shaman had already prepared the goods the Fire Tribe would exchange…

Two days later, after completing this year’s hemp cloth trade, the Fire Tribe group set off on their bamboo rafts from the small dock recently built by the Green Sparrow Tribe, carrying the goods they had earned through months of hard work, drifting downstream.

Watching the tall tribe grow smaller in the distance, they were filled with reluctance, especially the two women visiting Green Sparrow for the first time.

They even felt the same thought as many other outsiders who had come to Green Sparrow: to stay here forever and never leave.

Because this tribe was truly as rich, generous, and kind as people said!

They had hemp cloth far better than the Fire Tribe’s, but were still willing to trade precious goods for what the Fire Tribe brought.

Moreover, the woman they had just argued with, a high-status figure in this tribe, did not blame them but instead taught them how to weave better cloth.

How could this not move their hearts?

Inside the Green Sparrow Tribe, Bai Xue watched the Fire Tribe people drifting away on their rafts with a bright smile.

She was very pleased to have taught those two women better weaving methods.

Next year, their own tribe would be able to obtain a batch of higher-quality hemp cloth from the Fire Tribe.

Weaving hemp cloth was very labor-intensive, requiring much more manpower and resources than salt or pottery production.

One day’s salt production by one person in Green Sparrow could be exchanged for the hemp cloth that three Fire Tribe people took ten days or longer to weave…

Han Cheng had previously calculated this with Bai Xue, who remembered it well.

This calculation clearly showed how much advantage the Green Sparrow Tribe gained in such trades.

As for whether the Fire Tribe would surpass Green Sparrow in weaving, Bai Xue was not worried at all because she had even better weaving methods.

When they wove hemp cloth using the techniques she taught and brought it over, they would painfully discover Green Sparrow’s hemp cloth quality had improved further, and theirs would still fall short, pushing their value even lower…

It’s said girls tend to be outgoing, and this is undoubtedly true: Bai Xue, toward the tribe she once lived in, was ruthless in her actions.

Influenced by a particular “not-so-good” god from the future, the once pure “little white flower” Bai Xue was now far less innocent.

When it came to dealing with her “home tribe,” she did not even blink an eye…