The giant dragonflies had already flown back to the Vine Tribe. After the Tribal Warriors unloaded the spoils of war from their backs, the dragonflies excitedly soared into the sky, circled a few times, and then returned to Stone Mountain to rest on the Divine Vine.
The women and children hiding in the ground holes came out. When they saw the piles of spoils, their eyes widened, wishing they had personally joined the battle.
However, they quickly participated in sorting the spoils, tirelessly enjoying the task.
The people of the Vine Tribe were overjoyed because they won the tribal war with almost no casualties, something almost impossible for other tribes.
The eighty-nine former captives felt somewhat at a loss upon arriving at the Vine Tribe, even sensing a sense of absurdity.
Because the Vine Tribe was too small, with few houses and a small population.
Yet this tribe had managed to wipe out the powerful and fierce Mosquito Tribe.
Since they were already here, they had no other choice but to settle down and help the Vine Tribe with work.
The young girl Dong Kui was quite satisfied with the Vine Tribe, or rather, simply surviving made her content, without demanding more.
Jiang Xuan assigned half of the Warriors to help these eighty-nine people build temporary accommodations, then led others to start sorting the spoils.
The task of sorting the spoils lasted five whole days because they not only needed to tally but also categorize and store them.
When all the spoils were processed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
They gazed at the piles of spoils in the houses, feeling unprecedented satisfaction.
These things were all theirs!
The Vine Tribe established its second year, August 7, sunny.
"The red crystal millet has borne fruit."
In the fields, Jiang Xuan and Gan Song looked at the tall red crystal millet bearing heavy fruits.
The stalks and leaves of the red crystal millet were purplish red, resembling corn but much taller, each plant standing three or four meters high, very thick, almost like small trees.
However, its fruits resembled cereal crops, forming grain heads, with three or four large, heavy heads on each plant.
The not yet mature red crystal millet was light red, each grain the size of a fingertip. According to the seeds of red crystal millet Jiang Xuan had obtained before, they should grow to the size of pigeon eggs.
Recently, everyone was busy with war and tallying supplies, leaving Gan Song no time to inspect his precious crops.
Unexpectedly, when he came early this morning, he found that the red crystal millet had borne fruit.
He immediately shared this good news with Jiang Xuan.
Jiang Xuan looked at the tall red crystal millet and exclaimed in surprise: "It seems this thing’s yield is much higher than we anticipated. If we can successfully plant a large quantity, red crystal millet could become our staple food!"
Gan Song chuckled warmly, saying: "Chief, does that mean we won’t have to worry about going hungry in the future?"
Jiang Xuan replied: "If no disasters occur, red crystal millet, along with Stone Eggs, Round Potatoes, sweet potatoes, and those vegetables, will not only keep us from going hungry but may even yield a significant surplus!"
Upon hearing this, Gan Song became excited, as he had lived for so many years without seeing much surplus.
Jiang Xuan’s words made him dream of a future where the Vine Tribe had mountains of surplus, and everyone could eat their fill.