Crossing the famine: The hunter's wife has good farmland

The people of the Baicha tribe had already built houses and moved in, so these tents were left idle. Fu Cang thought at that time that maybe they could be used later. Anyway, these tents were set up on open space that would not get in the way, so he didn't ask anyone to take them down. Unexpectedly, they would actually come in handy today.

Yue Lu and Mo Xiaonian came over after hearing the news.

Mo Xiaonian wrapped herself up like a cotton ball, yawning as she walked.

She now has a problem of not being able to sleep well when Fu Cang is not around. She did not sleep well last night and woke up early this morning. When she heard the news, she rushed over with Yue Lu.

Many people in the Cangyue tribe suffered frostbite. Mo Xiaonian and Linghua treated them. Yuelu asked someone to make a big pot of hot broth and large white flour buns for them. After these people had eaten and drunk their fill, they finally felt like they were alive again.

However, Fu Cang did not really believe what Cang Lu said yet, so he took him out to talk alone.

"Where did you, the Cangyue tribe, live before? I have a map here. Please draw the location of your tribe for me."

Cang Lu took the map handed over by Fu Cang and showed a surprised expression after taking a look at it.

This map was different from all the maps he had seen before. The iconic mountains, rivers and streams were marked in great detail. For example, the ones drawn on Qi Yushan and Qi Yuhe were very standard. Even the Qinglian Mountain and Fairy Lake where they had lived before were shown on this map.

"This... this map is too detailed, isn't it? And the range on it is so large, this... does it cover this entire plain?"

Fu Cang smiled faintly, but he was actually very excited inside.

This map was drawn by his wife with the help of him, and it was scaled according to some actual proportions. In other words, this map of his was absolutely accurate, and after multiplying it by several times, the actual distance would be obtained.

In fact, Mo Xiaonian couldn't draw this thing out of thin air. The last time she saw the simple map in Fu Cang's hand, there were many inaccuracies in it, so she went straight into the mall and searched for a long time, and finally found the map of this era in a history book.

She compared the two maps and confirmed that the map in the mall was the map of this era, so she cunningly copied the map exactly according to the history book.

After Fu Cang got the map, he felt like he had found a treasure. Fearing that the paper map would be damaged, he got a piece of sheepskin and asked Yuelu to find a woman who was particularly good at embroidery. She used needle and thread to embroider the map on the sheepskin stitch by stitch.

At this moment, Fu Cang nodded indifferently.

"Yes, the map here is a detailed map of the entire plain. Where did your tribe settle before?"

The heron suppressed his excitement and pointed to the location of Fairy Lake in Qinglian Mountain.

"Our tribe used to live by the Fairy Lake. The grass here is lush and the water is beautiful. People in our tribe make a living by making tools and items for other tribes, so we live a relatively wealthy life.

It was just that the great flood two years ago completely destroyed our tribe. The key point is that after the flood, there was a plague in our tribe, and half of the people died in that plague.

At that time, I knew that we could no longer live there, and the water in Fairy Lake was no longer drinkable. "

Fu Cang suddenly remembered what Mo Xiaonian had said to them, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.

If it weren't for Mo Xiaonian, even if their Yueluo tribe survived the flood, they would probably have been hit by the same disaster as the Cangyue tribe, the plague.

After Cang Lu pointed out the specific location of his tribe to Fu Cang, he smiled and said to him.

“I know the chief’s concerns. Our group has an unknown origin. If you rashly accept us, it would be irresponsible to the people of your tribe.

But I can assure you with my own life that we are all decent people. After being displaced for so long, the only thing we want to do now is to find a place to settle down peacefully and recuperate.

I used to think that you were also a small tribe, but I didn’t expect that I was wrong. Your tribe is so big and so prosperous.

So, Chief, can you accept us? If we can live here in the future, we won’t have to worry about anything! "

Fu Cang waved his hand to stop Canglu from speaking.

"Wait a moment, I still have some questions to ask, but don't worry, my tribe will open its doors to welcome you, but I still need to confirm one thing."

"Just ask any questions you have."

"It's already the middle of winter, and you've been fleeing since the flood. It's been two years now. I don't think you have the common sense to find a place to stay before winter comes.

But look at you, you are still wandering outside. Even if you don’t fall into that big snow pit this time, in a few days, you will probably all freeze to death in the wild.

As the leader of your tribe, you would not ignore these things, nor would you treat the lives of your people as a joke, right?"

These words that Fu Cang said pierced deeply into Cang Lu's heart.

He let out a long sigh, and his eyes turned red.

“You bringing this up now really makes me feel very sad.

It's not that I haven't thought about this matter. Our tribe has not been fleeing all the time. After leaving Fairy Lake, we have been looking for a suitable place to settle down.

But the area affected by the flood was so large that we walked very far, almost a year before we were able to get out of the affected area.

It was just too difficult to find a suitable place to settle down. We went through various places, came into contact with various ethnic groups, and settled down with the intention of settling down there for a long time.

However, things did not go as we wished. We tried to find a suitable place to settle down several times, but failed in the end. We had no choice but to continue wandering again and again. It lasted for two years, and only the few of my people were left now.