We made you the chief, and now you've become the world's chief?

Chapter 55 The Primitive Man Emerges from the Cave!

The women returned to the tribe, and Washa immediately embraced his mother, Wamu, who came to greet them.

The women of the Wu tribe accepted the earthenware pot that Xia Minghao handed them, which contained boiled and cooled water.

Xia Minghao watched as they each took a big gulp and drank all the water in the earthenware jar in turn before asking a question.

"Have you found the riverbank of the Wa tribe?"

"found it."

"But there are wolves!"

Wolf!
Hearing a woman reply that she had found him, Xia Minghao immediately felt relieved.

Upon hearing someone mention wolves, his expression instantly changed.

But it doesn't mean they've become worried, like the women of the Wu tribe who have encountered wolves.

Instead, I was somewhat excited!

Wolves aren't inherently scary, but the women of this Wu tribe were afraid, mainly due to past psychological trauma.

Although wolf packs pose a certain threat to human survival, they can remain safe as long as they stick together, especially since they are "terrifying upright apes" wielding wooden spears.

The reason for their excitement was the wolf cubs in the pack!

If wolves could turn into dogs, it would certainly be a great thing for the tribe.

Now, even a lame wolfhound like Wangcai can play a crucial sentinel role.

What if we could raise a bunch of wolf cubs from a young age?

Not only are they helpful hunting companions, but they also help to surround, drive away, and track prey.

They can also be used to guard homes and protect against danger.

And if we get domesticated sheep or something similar in the future, with some training, they might even become "sheepdogs".

The original plan was to wait until Wangcai had the opportunity to find a female wolf, have cubs, and then raise them.

It seems we can skip this step now.

Kill the wolves, eliminate these potential threats, and then raid their den!
"How many wolves are there?"

After pondering for a moment, Xia Minghao immediately asked the women of the Wu tribe.

"Six, no, seven!"

"No, one hand, three fingers, that's eight!"

"Yes, it's eight!"

It was clear that the woman who answered first hadn't learned to count properly, and it was only after being reminded by another woman from the U tribe that she gave the correct number.

Eight?! That's so many!

Wolf packs are essentially "social groups that cooperate in hunting," and their size is always adjusted around "survival efficiency."

I remember my roommate from Northeast China mentioning in college that there are fewer than 10 wolves in the Changbai Mountain wolf pack.

Now the women of the Wu tribe have all seen eight wolves, so the wolf pack must number more than eight.

It is easy to imagine that the biological resources near this salt spring are quite abundant.

This also proves Xia Minghao's previous conjecture that the salt spring is a natural trap that attracts all kinds of animals to live nearby.

Perhaps among these animals lies the "key" to unlocking the potential of animal husbandry.

"Don't worry, once we migrate there, those wild beasts will just become our food, and no one will be harmed."

Having reassured the group of primitive people, Xia Minghao was about to announce that it was time to eat.

But then a whisper was heard from the crowd.

"Chief, chief, can we not migrate? We can still have enough to eat here."

Xia Minghao could hear the voice, but he couldn't tell whose voice it was that was clearly timid.

All I know is that they came from the Li tribe.

It was this statement that sparked a quiet discussion within the Li tribe.

"Why migrate when there's enough food here..."

"And you have to walk across the river; it's impossible for a person to stand on the river."

"The blackfish will eat us."

Dissenting voices are gradually becoming more apparent...

The people of the Wu tribe also whispered among themselves after hearing this, but it was all in hushed tones and could not be heard clearly at all.

The members of the Xi tribe all frowned, and the somewhat irritable Xila was about to refute the Li tribe.

At that moment, a somewhat angry voice suddenly rang out from among the crowd of the Li tribe.

“The chief must be right. We can stand on the river, and it would be better to migrate there!”

The men and women of the Li tribe were startled by the loud voice and naturally dispersed.

A small clearing formed around Lipa, like a buffer zone, separating him from the rest of the Li tribe.

Everyone looked at Lipa with strange eyes, and just as some were about to refute, the Xi tribe's support arrived.

The loudest voices, however, came from the Wa tribe, especially Washa.

Rather than opposing the Li tribe's opposition, it was more like venting anger over being bullied by the Li tribe in the past.

The women of the Wu tribe continued their quiet discussion, not participating in the argument. Under these circumstances, the Li tribe naturally dared not say anything more and fell silent.

For these primitive people, migration was often a last resort after they had exhausted all the food available nearby.

It's easy to understand why some people would object.

Looking at the scene before him, Xia Minghao felt once again grateful for the power foundation he had laid earlier...

Without the trust of the Xi tribe and the neutrality of the Wu tribe.

It is conceivable that undertaking such a migration, which had nothing to do with survival, was simply impossible.

As for the Li tribe's doubts about river transport, that's fine.

The boat will be launched tomorrow. I'll go and demonstrate it myself first, and I guarantee they'll be completely convinced.

The Li tribe fell silent, and the Xi tribe did not continue to criticize. Everyone sat back down by the fire, waiting for their meal.

But Lipa was isolated because of what had just happened; the Li tribe didn't want Lipa sitting in their ranks.

In the end, Lipa could only find a corner and sit down all alone.

After the little incident, what followed was the happiest time for these primitive people: eating.

But after the meal, the thought of tomorrow's migration and the danger of being eaten by blackfish while "standing on the river" prevented the men and women of the Li and Wu tribes from singing and dancing as they had before.

Only the Xi tribe remained, joyfully dancing around the bonfire. Of course, they were also worried about the migration, but as soon as they saw the chief still sitting there, they immediately relaxed.

Suddenly, a faint sound that shouldn't exist in nature reached Xia Minghao's ears.

It sounds somewhat like the sound of a musical instrument called a "xun".

Xia Minghao turned his head and saw that it was Ye Zi who made the sound.

The leaves' eyes sparkled with starlight, and the airflow blowing into the bones she had tied together with straw rope produced a particularly melodious whistling sound.

So Yezi has been playing musical instruments these past few days?

Since there was no need to fire pottery during this period, Xia Minghao simply gave Ye Zi a break.

I've seen Ye Zi handling bones several times, but he's too busy building boats to pay attention.

It's certainly impossible that Ye Zi suddenly had a whim and invented the musical instrument in the last few days.

It's likely that the Wind Tribe, to which Ye Zi belongs, already possesses supernatural abilities, and having a full stomach allows her to have more energy to think.

And coincidentally, the power of the totem is wind, which led to the gradual invention of musical instruments, a "spiritual luxury".

After thinking for a moment, Xia Minghao said to Ye Zi.

"Leaf, yours is blowing on mine."

Then, Xia Minghao tried humming a melody, which was the famous "Jasmine Flower".

As Ye Zi listened to the tune the chief hummed, the light in her eyes grew even stronger.

After Xia Minghao finished humming, Ye Zi immediately nodded excitedly, her serious gaze fixed on the musical instrument made of her bones.

After three or four attempts, I could finally play the piece, albeit with some difficulty.

The melody of "Jasmine Flower" gains a sense of ancient weight under this simple and rough performance.

This gave Xia Minghao a sudden sense of unease after hearing it.

It felt like I was back in college, playing a round of Civilization VI, and I was even playing as Qin Shi Huang.

The women of the Xi tribe stopped dancing; they too became captivated by the melodious tune.

Everyone fell silent, listening intently, with only the chirping of cicadas and the rustling of leaves in the breeze remaining.

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The sun still rises, but the primitive people of today are quite different.

Everyone is preparing for this unusual migration.

The purpose is no longer because the nearby food has been eaten up.

Moreover, the items they brought were no longer the same.

In the past, everyone left the cave empty-handed, but now everyone's hands are full.

Some were carrying cages containing pheasants, while others were carrying earthenware jars containing emergency food.

Most of the manpower was used to lift the boats; five men and ten women were assigned to each of the six boats.

But the men and women of the labor tribe who were carrying the boat all had increasingly obvious worries on their faces.

Only Lipa was beaming with joy, seemingly looking forward to seeing what the chief had said: standing on the river!

Xia Minghao then picked up his backpack and tent again, looking at the now empty cave as if bidding farewell with his gaze.

Then, he looked towards the woods on the riverbank and remembered the saber-toothed tiger.

"Looks like you won't be able to wear the tiger-skin coat after all these days of free food. You're lucky."

With a silent thought to himself, Xia Minghao took another step and followed the others towards the riverbank.

Wangcai, sitting behind him, was about to scratch his neck with his hind paws when he saw Xia Minghao take a step forward. He didn't care about scratching anymore and hurriedly followed with a limp.

(End of this chapter)