I Became The Chief of A Primitive Village

After returning to the wooden house, Su Bai began planning what to do next: his black eyes blinking thoughtfully.

He paused, murmuring: “When the rainy season comes, we’ll need to make umbrellas, right?”

He did not want everyone hiding indoors when the rainy season came. That was just not practical. They still had many things to do.

Of course, they could not just get soaked in the rain either. They would catch a cold, and then he would have to use his Shaman Technique to help them.

“Xiao Yu, when the rainy season comes, do people in the Tribe alway stay inside?” Su Bai asked.

“No, Shaman. They still go out when necessary.” Yu Ying looked up.

She was still feeling guilty, keeping her head down while frantically sewing linen clothing.

“When it’s raining, what do they do when going out? Get wet?” Su Bai asked.

He wanted to understand how the Tribe dealt with the rainy season so he could develop an appropriate solution.