After eating, Yang Sui ordered his men to bring the food he borrowed from Yanjiao back to the tribe. He would stay in Yanjiao for the time being.
After a few pieces of meat and a bowl of soup, the half-dead Yang Sui was full of energy again.
Knowing what Shao Xuan cared about, Yang Sui didn't keep him in suspense.
"When we left, the situation in the desert was getting worse." Yang Sui paused slightly when he said "there". After all, to him, "there" was the place where the Rain tribe had lived for thousands of years. This was also the reason why many people objected when Yang Sui first proposed to move the tribe.
Tribesmen cared a lot about their "roots". To them, that place was their homeland, their "roots", the place where their ancestors lived. Even if it was barren and desolate, bordered by the desert, they were still willing to stay there. If it weren't for the great changes in the world and the threat of the slave masters, even if Yang Sui proposed to move the tribe, there would still be strong opposition.
As for the "bad situation" Yang Sui mentioned, that was only for the wandering slaves and slave masters, as well as the tribes living in the surrounding area. It wasn't the same for the people of Rock Hill City. On the other hand, it also meant that the ruler of the desert, Rock Hill City, was still on the move.
"Do you know that half of the desert is now left?" Yang Sui exclaimed.
Even though Shao Xuan was prepared, he couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the news. Such a large desert was directly reduced by half in the past earthquake. It would be strange if it didn't cause a commotion.
Shao Xuan couldn't help but worry about his sleeping slave. He didn't know how that guy was doing now. Shao Xuan could feel that Sapphire was still alive, but he couldn't confirm its current situation.
Yang Sui glanced at Shao Xuan's expression and asked, "Do you want to go to the desert to take a look?"
"That's an idea."
"I advise you not to go now. Now that the desert has shrunk by half, it's easier for Rock Hill City to control the desert. Plus, they're still cleaning up the desert. You'll be attacked if you go."
Even if the desert had shrunk by half, it was still huge for humans. But Yang Sui's words were true.
If what Yang Sui had heard from the slaves who escaped from the desert was true, then the people of Rock Hill City might have predicted this a long time ago. Considering the events of the past few years and the fact that the Rock Hill City team had entered the Fearsome Beast Forest to search for the green-faced fanged beast and then left in a hurry, Shao Xuan didn't believe that there was nothing wrong.
But if Rock Hill City had already anticipated this and were waiting to take revenge for a thousand years ago, did they really have that many people? Or were there really that many slaves who could fight against the slave masters on the other side?
If they didn't have enough manpower, they would definitely attack the tribes, but Rock Hill City didn't do that. That meant that they had sufficient manpower and were well prepared.
Where did this person come from?
This was something that Shao Xuan had no way of knowing. However, Shao Xuan had a feeling that Rock Hill City had a trump card up their sleeve!
Although Shao Xuan really wanted to go to the desert to investigate, now was not a good time. First, Rock Hill City was on the move and would treat anyone who entered the desert as an enemy. Second, Yanjiao had just stabilized and many things were not done yet. The Rain tribe had also moved to the nearby area and there might be other tribes on the move as well. His own matters were not settled yet and he didn't have time to care about others. Shao Xuan couldn't just leave.
After thinking about it, Shao Xuan also thought it through. Curiosity and worry were useless now. The most important thing was to develop themselves. As long as the tribe was strong, everything would be fine.
After Yang Sui left, Shao Xuan went out to the mountains to look for Zheng Luo. He decided to go hunting with Zheng Luo and the others in a few days.
As soon as he went out, Shao Xuan bumped into Old Ke who had just returned from the cave at the foot of the mountain.
Stone tools weren't what the tribe lacked the most now. After they had pottery and metal tools, stone tools were gradually being replaced. Old Ke also made some stone tools but he was just itching to play with them. He was now teaching children at the foot of the mountain.
Some children who had lost their parents and guardians were still arranged to live in the Crouching Ox Cave. Now that the tribe was starting to develop, they were no longer in a state of muddling through. The education of young children was also focused on.
Before he left, Shao Xuan had organized similar teaching activities. Later on, he went to the old haunt and built a place similar to a school. Not long ago, Shao Xuan discussed with the shaman and the chief and started a more detailed education. There were also three brick houses built on the mountainside. There was also the empty training ground that was originally used for training, forming a simple "school".
However, for the orphans living in the Crouching Ox Cave, other than the school on the mountainside, there were also some relatively free people from the tribe who would teach them from time to time. Old Ke was one of them.
There was less demand for stone tools in the tribe, but that didn't mean they didn't need this skill. When they were in the mountains, they still had to rely on stone tools for emergencies. So when Old Ke was free, he would go to the Crouching Ox Cave to teach the children how to make stone tools. He didn't expect the kids to be interested. As long as someone wanted to learn, Old Ke would happily continue to teach.
Other than stone tools, he also set traps. Hunting skills like this were necessary for the Yanjiao people who hunted for a living. Even if they couldn't master it, it was always good to know more.
Although the tribe had developed well and had the resources to build more houses, the children who had lost their relatives continued to live in the Crouching Ox Cave out of nostalgia. It was a special place where their ancestors had stayed before.
Old Ke often encouraged the children by saying, "Your Elder Shao Xuan came out from this cave!"
The Crouching Ox Cave now wasn't the same as the one Shao Xuan used to live in. If it was said that the cave used to be rough, now it was well renovated!
When it was dark, there were water moonstones to light up the place. They didn't have to worry about food and water. Naturally, there would be people to provide them. The food was also much better than what Shao Xuan used to have.
Some small rooms that used to store junk were also cleaned up. Except for the stone room with the mural, the other rooms were made into small rooms, just like dormitories.
The bunk beds were made by Shao Xuan and the carpenters. They weren't covered with the withered grass that Shao Xuan and the others used to use, but animal skin or linen. Of course, other than the most basic necessities, if the children wanted to get more things, they still had to rely on themselves. It was impossible to get something for nothing, and the tribe didn't want to raise people like that.
When Shao Xuan went there yesterday, the children were still gathered inside the cave. In the spacious open space near the entrance of the cave, they were holding branches and learning how to write and count on the sand table. As for the crooked words written on the walls with years of history, they were left behind by the seniors who used to live there. They were … inspirational words left behind by the seniors who used to live there.
Everything was developing in a good direction. Shao Xuan stood on the mountainside and looked into the distance. When he stood here before, he could only see the small houses scattered at the foot of the mountain and the vast river in the distance. Now, the scenery was different.
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