This Is My Primitive Tribe

There are two Wanderers in the room, one is a woman about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with two Warrior Patterns on her face, clearly a two-colored Warrior.

There's also a boy around seven or eight years old, extremely frail due to long-term hunger, very timid when seeing people, hiding in the corner.

"Lan, I brought you some food; I know your food supply is running low."

Feng Chao opened the Beast Hide Bag, taking out some Round Potatoes and Stone Eggs, and even a small amount of Red Crystal Rice.

The woman named "Lan" pounced on the food as soon as she saw it, grabbing it off the ground, seemingly afraid someone might snatch it away.

After the snowfall, obtaining food becomes extremely difficult, especially with fierce battles among Wanderers. If Lan were not strong enough, they wouldn't even have this wooden house to live in, not to mention food.

Lan picked up a Round Potato, not minding the dirt, biting into it a few times, then handing the other food to the boy.

While chewing the Round Potato, she muttered indistinctly, "Who do you want me to kill?"

Before the snowfall, Feng Chao had brought her food several times. In return, Lan would kill designated Wanderers for her.

Feng Chao shook her head, saying, "This time, you don't need to kill anyone."

Lan stopped chewing, looked at the Round Potato in her hand, frowned, and said, "Then what do you want? I only know how to kill."

Feng Chao tucked loose hair behind her ear, saying, "Lan, have you ever thought about giving your son a better environment?"

Upon hearing Feng Chao's words, Lan suddenly pounced on Feng Chao, so fast that Feng Chao couldn't even dodge.

Lan gripped Feng Chao's neck with her left hand and drew the Stone Knife with her right hand, pressing it against Feng Chao's throat, glaring like an angry leopard, and said coldly, "If you dare to have any designs on my son, I'll kill you!"

"Cough, cough, listen to me first…"

Once Feng Chao started speaking, Lan slowly relaxed her grip on her neck, though her gaze remained highly alert.

Feng Chao rubbed her neck, unfazed by it, as all Wanderers are highly vigilant and sensitive; those less cautious Wanderers mostly had already died.

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Chi Shao nodded, ate a few more pieces, and then put down her chopsticks.

"Why did you stop eating?"

"I still have some medicinal powder unfinished, I'll leave it for now and eat during mealtime."

Chi Shao sat by the hearth and began grinding herbs again; she needed to crush several types of herbs and mix them to create a medicinal powder with excellent healing effects.

She was always this busy.

"Sis, I have an idea, tell me if you're willing."

"Go ahead."

"I want you to take on a batch of apprentices, teach them to identify herbs, handle herbs, and treat illnesses."

Chi Shao furrowed her brows but said nothing.

The Witch Doctor legacy has always been for the Witch to learn; even if passed on, it is only to the candidate for the next Witch, this is the tribe's tradition.

Now, Jiang Xuan wants to break this tradition.

Jiang Xuan continued, "Sis, this is how I see it."

"Our tribe is growing, with more and more people. Relying solely on you, even without sleep, you can't handle it; you can't just spend every day grinding medicine and treating patients, can you?"

"If you take on apprentices, it would be different. Tasks like handling herbs and grinding powders can be delegated to them; you just need to supervise them."

"This way, you won't be so exhausted, and if our tribe members get hurt or sick, they can receive treatment promptly."

"In the future, we could even set up a specialized Witch Hospital, where injured and sick tribe members can go, with multiple Witch Doctors attending to patients without long waits."

"Sis, how do you feel about this idea?"

After Jiang Xuan finished speaking, he looked at Chi Shao full of expectation. Actually, this idea had been circulating in his mind for a long time. Previously, he had arranged for two people to help Chi Shao, but Chi Shao did not teach them Witch Doctor techniques.

Chi Shao was silent for a moment and said, "Let me think about it."

Jiang Xuan continued to persuade, "Sis, have you thought about where your Witch Doctor's skills come from? The Old Witch taught them, right?"

"Have you ever considered why the Old Witch taught you, and why carve the Great Wilderness Hundred Herbs Map?"

"If Witch Doctor skills cannot be learned by more people, only in the hands of a few Witches, then should a Witch or tribe face unforeseen events, all the accumulated experience of Witch Doctor skills would be lost, even several generations of accumulated experience would cease to be passed down."

"Only by allowing more people to learn can the Witch Doctor skills truly be passed down and carry forward."

What Jiang Xuan spoke of isn't only applicable to Witch Doctor skills, but many other crafts are the same.

Because those who master these skills fear that once their skills are spread, it would affect their livelihood, so they are extremely cautious in choosing a successor, often passing it to only one person.

However, this method of passing down carries a significant risk.

Take for instance the Mosquito Tribe, Crow Tribe, Mantis Tribe, Fierce Bird Tribe… when they were wiped out, all the healing experience of Witch Doctors accumulated by successive Witches vanished with the death of the Witch.

Even long-established tribes cannot guarantee that every Witch will not encounter any accidents, right?

As long as one Witch unexpectedly meets an accident, at best the succession is incomplete, at worst it breaks off entirely.