Chapter 115 - 99: Don’t Come Any Closer
Ten brand-new bamboo and wood huts appeared on the empty ground on the left side of the Vine Tribe, each accommodating eight or nine people.
These new homes were constructed by combining bamboo and wood. Although they weren’t very attractive, they were solid and sturdy.
Eighty-nine former captives moved into these houses.
When the firepit started burning brightly, many people shed tears.
In the Mosquito Tribe, they were treated like livestock, only allowed to eat some wild grass and wild vegetables, and sometimes even leaves.
Now, they lived in new and spacious houses, had firepits, food to eat, and clean places to sleep.
Not only that, the Vine Tribe also sent over several large pottery cauldrons so they could cook their meals.
Even in their original tribe, they had never used such good pottery cauldrons!
"The Vine Tribe is too good. Why didn’t we come here sooner?"
A man hugged the firepit and wailed because several of his loved ones had been eaten by the Mosquito Tribe, unable to see these good days anymore.