The golden crow, wrapped in the morning glow, rose from the endless mountains in the east. According to the tribe’s reckoning of time, the golden crow had flown onto the tree branch. Ethan Brooks hummed a little tune as he emerged from the cave next to the shaman’s dwelling.

As the dignified chief of the Xia tribe, he exercised his authority and drove the dozen or so single men living in the cave into other caves.

Reed, along with Bruce, Harris, and others, had gone out hunting. With five totem warriors, the tribe’s hunting party was stronger than ever before. More than a dozen people, full of hope, charged into the forest.

This was also his arrangement. He had spent effort to help Harris and the other three become totem warriors, all for the purpose of having them hunt fierce beasts to nourish the totem. This concerned his own life as the Xia chief and was of utmost importance. No matter what, he had to first stop the totem spirit from dissipating.

“Chief.”

Wade, together with the women who stayed in the tribe and the men whose vitality had waned, came before Ethan Brooks. Each person held a crude stone weapon, though calling them stone sticks would be more accurate.

“Turn over all the soil in the valley.”

The entire valley was about a dozen mu in size. Now that there was a well, water was no longer lacking. If they planted sweet potatoes, they should be able to harvest quite a bit.

He had already consulted the shaman and the elders in the tribe. The sweet potatoes had habits similar to those in his previous world. As for how much they would actually yield, that would depend on the final results.

“Isn’t it just farming? For eighteen generations, the Xia family has been farmers. The mark of farming is engraved in our bones and souls. No matter where we go, we must till the land!”

Ethan Brooks hummed softly. The development of the tribe was nothing more than food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. In the past, the tribe could only guarantee not to starve, but developing further was extremely difficult. That was not what he wanted.

This was the Great Wilderness, not the world he came from in his previous life. On this ancient, wild land, survival required strength. Simply put, the flesh and blood of high-level prey could enhance the strength of the tribespeople, and only with greater strength could they obtain better prey.

Watching Wade lead the tribespeople in turning the soil, Ethan Brooks grabbed a handful of earth and examined it. It was very fertile. In his perception, the soil contained a kind of spiritual energy, very similar to the energy he absorbed from the world through the totem.

“Elder Jiang, are there any other edible plants in the mountains?”

Elder Bishop leaned on his staff and walked over from a distant cave, followed by several children.

In response to Ethan Brooks’s question, Elder Bishop said, “There should be.”

But then, Elder Bishop grabbed Ethan Brooks’s animal skin sleeve and said, “Chief, yesterday you said that when the hunting party returns, the children will be able to eat as much meat as they want. Does that still count?”

“Martial training must start with the children!”

Ethan Brooks waved his hand boldly and said with passion, “This will be the rule of our tribe from now on!”

“Meat time!”

The silly children jumped up excitedly, crowding around Ethan Brooks. In no time, Ethan Brooks noticed some snot bubbles on his animal skin clothes.

“Our tribe’s own children, our tribe’s own kids, don’t get angry, don’t get angry.”

Finding himself a reason not to lose his temper, Ethan Brooks turned and returned to his cave. This cave, which he had taken from a dozen single men, was even larger than the shaman’s.

He measured it with his big feet and found it to be nearly two hundred square meters.

The area was large enough, but as for the environment inside, Ethan Brooks wished he could skin those dozen guys and use their hides to wipe down the cave.

As a result, as the chief of the Xia tribe, he issued his first chief’s order to the whole tribe: all the caves in the tribe must be cleaned.

“It’s just the beginning, so let it be a bit rough. A cave doesn’t have to be perfect—if there’s a spirit, it’s sacred.”

Giving himself another bit of comfort, Ethan Brooks walked to the bonfire in the center of the cave. There was still a faint strange smell lingering, but it wasn’t enough to drive people out.

Sitting cross-legged by the fire, he dazed off, his mind in chaos. It took a long while before he suppressed his wild thoughts and began to consider how to develop the tribe.

Before the golden crow had set behind the western hills, lively sounds rose from the tribe.

Reed had returned.

The hunting party was back!

This time, Reed had taken four totem warriors and thirteen quasi-totem warriors out hunting, raising great hopes for the tribe.

Sure enough, the hunting party did not disappoint the tribespeople.

Nearly twenty warriors dragged back prey of all sizes, accompanied by a strong smell of blood. All the tribespeople gathered around.

“That’s a spotted lion beast—so big!”

“What a huge patterned python.”

“That’s an earth dragon lizard.”

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Reed was stained with blood, holding a bloodied stone spear. When he saw Ethan Brooks, he strode forward and grinned widely.

“Chief, we hunted a spotted lion beast at the Stone-Splitting Realm!”

Hearing this, Bruce and Dale behind him quickly dragged over the massive spotted lion beast. Its fur was dark yellow with golden star-like spots, six or seven meters long, and a pair of half-meter-long horns on its head.