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

"Thank you, Great Elder! Fu Cang still hasn't come back?"

Yuelu wasn't worried at all.

"He is the most powerful man in our tribe. Don't worry, he will bring everyone back safely."

Mo Xiaonian really didn't know where Yue Lu's confidence came from. In the face of such a huge natural disaster, no matter how powerful Fu Cang was, he would not be able to resist it.

However, the people in these tribes that were extremely close to barbaric made Mo Xiaonian look at them with new respect.

These people are extremely resilient. Their homes had just been destroyed and they all escaped death. But after they were safe, none of them complained about themselves. They were all working hard to improve and solve their current predicament.

She thought that these people must have developed such personalities after living in a long and difficult environment. Unlike her, she would fight to the death at the slightest setback.

Yue Lu still had a lot of things to arrange, so after arranging Mo Xiaonian here, she left.

Although Mo Xiaonian had been on Fu Cang's back with an animal skin covering her body to protect her from the rain, the heavy rain and the fact that she had been running all the way made her clothes wet. Now that she had calmed down, she felt bitterly cold.

Mo Xiaonian saw that everyone was still busy outside and no one was paying attention to this place, so she went into the space, took out her set of dry clothes, hid in the corner and changed into them secretly.

After changing into dry clothes, Mo Xiaonian finally felt warm and walked to the edge of the tent to look outside.

It was already daybreak outside, and the heavy rain that had been falling for so many days had stopped.

The flood was still ferocious, roaring and rushing through the space between the two mountains, with no sign of stopping.

Mo Xiaonian hugged himself and shook, looking at the flood that was enough to swallow everything, and then he felt like he had escaped from death.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back into the tent, she suddenly heard a faint shouting voice in the distance.

Mo Xiaonian was stunned for a moment, thinking of Fu Cang and the others who had not returned yet, she pulled the big tree beside her and took two steps forward.

"Is Fu Cang you? Do you need help?"

Mo Xiaonian shouted and waited for a long time but there was no response. She wanted to shout again, but her throat started to itch again. She held on to the big tree next to her and started coughing.

Mo Xiaonian coughed violently until she spat out a mouthful of blood. Only then did she feel much better. When she turned around, she saw Linghua standing behind her, looking at her meaningfully.

Mo Xiaonian knew that Linghua was full of hostility towards her, and she didn't intend to talk to her. She planned to walk around her, but just as she walked up to her, Linghua spoke.

"I've seen you spit blood more than once."

Mo Xiaonian blinked, not realizing that Linghua was concerned about her.

"You're still coughing all the time! My father is a very powerful high priest who knows a lot of things that others don't know. He once told me that there is a disease that can make people die, that is, coughing and coughing up blood. That disease is very serious and will kill you. I'm afraid you were kicked out of the family because of that disease, right?"

Mo Xiaonian really wanted to laugh at Linghua's ignorance.

Could a high priest in a savage tribe know more than her, who had received 16 years of education? She dared to say that the knowledge of an elementary school graduate could crush this so-called high priest, and now Linghua was showing off in front of her.

"Linghua, not all cases of coughing up blood are caused by tuberculosis. Mine is just caused by a lung infection after catching a cold. It will heal after some rest!"

"What lungs? What infection? I think you are just making excuses. If I were you, I would leave this tribe right now. If you still want to stay here, then you have the intention to harm us. You want to kill all of us!"

Mo Xiaonian was too lazy to listen to Linghua, so she turned sideways and walked around her.

"Anyway, you don't have the final say in the tribe. If you really want to chase me away, then let the elder come and tell me. If I remember correctly, the tribe still has to listen to the elder, right?"

Mo Xiaonian's words made Linghua so angry that she fell backwards.

You have to know that because of her identity as the daughter of the high priest, she has always been domineering in the tribe. As a result, since Mo Xiaonian came, she has been giving her a hard time everywhere and has not taken her seriously at all.

When Mo Xiaonian was in the company, she didn't take her superiors seriously. Now that she's here, she still takes Linghua seriously? That's really strange.

By the time Mo Xiaonian returned to the tent, Yue Lu had someone bring her a wooden bed made of branches.

Although it is extremely simple, it has no problem supporting the weight of Mo Xiaonian alone.

After seeing the bed, Mo Xiaonian could hardly open her eyelids. She took out a fur blanket from the space, spread it on the bed and lay down.

This bed made of branches only served the purpose of keeping out moisture and cold. It was not flat at all and it hurt Mo Xiaonian's body.

But she was so sleepy that she fell asleep soon after lying down.

But she had just closed her eyelids when she was awakened by the noisy sound outside.

Mo Xiaonian calculated that it must be Fu Cang who came back, so she quickly got up, put the bedding into the space, and then walked out of the tent.

Cheers were heard outside. Fu Cang and Shitou walked in surrounded by the crowd. Bai Ji fell behind and was quietly comforting a young woman, who must be his wife Chuncao. There was also a little girl of about fifteen or sixteen, who should be Luhua.

Fu Cang not only rescued Chuncao and Luhua, but also brought back two large iron pots and several wooden barrels, all of which they risked their lives to fish out from the flood.

Yuelu walked over and slapped Fucang hard on the back twice.

"Good boy, I knew you could bring them back. How was it going? Was it going smoothly?"

Fu Cang shook his head solemnly.

"The flood below was so terrifying. The two of them hid under a big tree and were not washed away by the flood. I think our home must have been completely destroyed, not to mention the belongings inside, even the house was washed away!"

The news that Fu Cang said was like a bolt from the blue to many people.

They had been planning to go home once the flood subsided, but now Fu Cang told them that they had lost their homes. Who could accept this?

However, Fu Cang did not bring back all bad news. He also brought back two large iron pots. They were waiting to find something that could start a fire so that they could cook.