Jintuo Tribe (continued)

Jian Mo: "I asked them if they wouldn't give us meat if we didn't agree to help. They said no, but I feel indebted to them, so I thought I'd mention it to you anyway."

Wu Jiong thought for a moment and said, "I can train for two fewer days and increase the training time each day a little."

Jian Mo looked up. "Do you know the story we have where the saying goes, 'Changing one's mind constantly'?"

Wu Jiong: "Your story?"

As the two ate their barbecue, Jian Mo casually mentioned the idiom "to be fickle and indecisive."

After chatting casually for a while, Jian Mo remembered to ask, "How did the trip to the Mengshui Tribe go?"

Wu Jiong nodded. "It's an old tradition. We talk about it once or twice a year. There's nothing new to say, and there's never any conflict."

Jian Mo: "It's good to maintain communication. Any conflicts can be resolved promptly to prevent them from escalating into major feuds."

Wu Jiong: "That's what everyone thinks too. Since this year's meeting is over, we'll go to the Jintuo Tribe again in a couple of days to exchange the bronzeware before spring."

Speaking of spring, Jian Mo curiously, "When will spring arrive?"

Wu Jiong: "After the day when it gets dark exceptionally early passes, spring will arrive in about fifty days."

Jian Mo originally thought the beastmen would make their judgments based on things like melting snow or sprouting vegetation, but she was surprised to find that they were judging based on celestial phenomena. After a moment of realization, she found it quite reasonable.

The people in this world are not stupid; they just lack relevant technological expertise.

Jian Mo sighed, "Winter feels so long already. I hope spring will come soon."

Although staying in the tribe is quite comfortable, after a while, I feel like my muscles and bones are going to rust.

Wu Jiong: "Yes, the days will pass quickly once you get busy."

Jian Mo then said, "I also want to go to the Jintuo Tribe this time."

When Wu Jiong got the bronze dagger back last time, he said he wanted to go, and Wu Jiong agreed.

He brought up the matter again, Wu Jiong didn't refuse. "Okay. We'll probably go the day after tomorrow. Let's prepare food and supplies for the journey."

Jian Mo perked up. "I'll make meatballs and glass noodles tomorrow, and we can cook them as we go!"

Wu Jiong: "I'll go with you."

They were very adept at preparing for their trip, and finished preparing all the food they would need while traveling in just half a morning.

In addition to food, Jian Mo also brought various medications and surgical instruments.

He didn't know if the trip to the Jintuo Tribe to exchange goods would go smoothly, what the people there were like, and whether they would agree to the exchange.

However, if it is indeed a tribe about the same size as the Mengshui Tribe, as Wu Jiong said, there must be quite a few sick people in it.

He brought along the medication and equipment, hoping that in addition to relieving people's pain, he might also be able to build a closer relationship by helping them, making their trip go more smoothly.

Wu Jiong could roughly guess his thoughts, had no objection to his actions, and even helped him inspect his medical instruments, such as forceps, bone needles, and shell scalpels.

Jian Mo had packed all the equipment and medicines she had gathered into a medium-sized box, which was crammed full of compartments.

This box is so big, it's quite heavy to carry on one's back, and Wu Jiong has to carry it all by himself.

Wu Jiong didn't say anything, he simply stuffed the box into the basket on his back, and then put other supplies on top of the basket.

In addition to carrying his personal belongings, Wu Jiong also had to carry supplies for the tribe to use when he went out to exchange goods.

As the clan leader, he carried more and heavier burdens than others.

Jian Mo felt a pang of unease as she watched him transform back into a giant wolf, his back fully loaded.

Wu Jiong is incredibly hardworking, and he never complains about the hardships he endures.

This trip to the Jintuo Tribe was a group activity, and everyone carried a lot of things.

Jian Mo thought it wouldn't be convenient to bring the Flying-Winged Beast along, so she decided to leave it at home and have it fed daily by the people patrolling the tribe.

It hasn't been able to eat the special food prepared for it at home these past few days, but the amount of food is still fine, so it shouldn't go hungry.

The Flying-Winged Beast can now move freely.

Jian Mo and her companions were loading various items in the tribe's open space, the lively scene attracted the attention of the Flying-Winged Beast.

It dawdled over, chirping, "Jiujiu?"

Jian Mo saw it amidst her busy schedule, walked over and gave it a nudge on its chubby bottom. "Go play over there, and don't cause trouble."

The Flying-Winged Beast didn't want to move, blinking its big eyes. "Chirp?"

Jian Mo: "Didn't I just tell you we're going away for a few days? You were only focused on eating and didn't listen at all, right?"

Flying-Winged Beast: "Eek?"

Jian Mo couldn't move the Flying-Winged Beast, so she called Ban Ming over, "Ban Ming, can you help me lead Jiujiu to the side? Don't let it come and cause trouble."

Ban Ming: "I'll be right there."

The beastmen were quickly loaded with their belongings, and the sub-beastmen climbed onto them, ready to set off.

Seeing the scene before it, the Flying-Winged Beast finally understood that they were going on a long journey. Being pulled back by Ban Ming, it became so anxious it almost spoke, stretching its neck and straining, "Jiujiu chirp chirp!"

Jian Mo waved at it. "Go back and stay there, we'll be back in a few days."

Flying-Winged Beast: "Eek."

Once everyone was ready, the giant wolf that Wu Jiong had transformed into spoke in a deep voice, "Prepare to depart."

Di Ya stood at the front, immediately straightened up, carried Qing Kuo on her back, and began to walk slowly.

The other orcs, who had transformed into beast forms, followed.

Wu Jiong carried Jian Mo at the very back. After a few steps, he started jogging to keep up with the group.

The Flying-Winged Beast, its wings being pulled along by Ban Ming, whimpered resentfully from behind.

Jian Mo waved at it several times, signaling it to go back, but it didn't.

This guy is like a child; he throws a tantrum when things don't go his way, Jian Mo can't calm him down right away. He can only wait for him to gradually accept it on his own.

It should be fine once they leave.