This Is My Primitive Tribe

"It’s time to eat!"

Across the Feiyu River, at the shout of a Warrior from the Vine Tribe, over five hundred captives who were working dropped their tools and rushed towards the eating area.

These captives were assigned various tasks: cutting trees to build houses, reclaiming land to plant grains and vegetables, digging ditches, paving roads, gathering wild vegetables...

The work was not easy; though not life-threatening, it was even more exhausting than hunting.

Initially, the captives all had various thoughts.

But after a day’s hard labor, their stomachs were empty, their minds were blank, and they only wanted to fill their bellies quickly and take a good rest.

"Each person gets a bowl and a pair of chopsticks. No snatching, and no grabbing food with your hands. Otherwise, don’t expect to eat tonight."

Jing Jie stood before the captives and, in a rather blunt manner, made them line up, then handed out bowls and chopsticks, personally serving them food.

The food from the Pottery Cauldron was mostly wild vegetables and tuber-like grains, with no meat and not abundant in quantity—just enough to fill the captives half full.

Winter had just passed, and even though the Vine Tribe was relatively well-off with food, suddenly having to feed five hundred more people was not an easy task.

Therefore, allowing these captives to eat until half full so they have energy to work the next day was already quite good for them.