Road Survival: My RV is a Moving Castle

I found the "Nomadic Savage" icon, long-pressed it, and was teleported there.

Although it's a physical teleportation, Song Chiyu felt that this map teleportation function was more advanced than the friend teleportation function, at least it wouldn't make her dizzy from being shaken around so much.

In the blink of an eye, she was standing at the door of a familiar nomadic family's house.

However, this time she wasn't turned away.

At this time, the gates of the nomadic savage tribe were wide open, and there was quite a lively commotion inside.

Just then, a little wild man wearing a straw hat and straw clothes walked out of the door.

"The master has arrived! The lord of the grasslands has arrived!"

The little wild man immediately shouted excitedly upon seeing Song Chiyu.

Then, skipping and jumping, he turned and ran inside.

Song Chiyu only caught a glimpse of it before it vanished instantly.

This speed...

A short while later, the entire nomadic savage tribe emerged from the doorway.

The strong, savage leader wore a beautiful bracelet on his wrist; he was the chieftain of the nomadic savage tribe.

"Your Majesty the Grassland has arrived! Please come in. We were in a bit of a rush today and didn't prepare much fruit or food. Please forgive us."

The nomadic chieftain lowered his head apologetically and stood somewhat awkwardly.

You can tell he's genuinely embarrassed.

"It's alright, I didn't come here to eat. I brought some tools and I need you to bring a few people with me to get them."

Song Chiyu smiled and waved his hand.

Upon hearing this, the clan chief raised his head and immediately called over the strongest and most robust members of the clan.

"Grassland Lord, how about these?"

She called a few of them forward, pinched the muscles on one of the savages' arms, and showed them to Song Chiyu.

His wheat-colored skin looked very healthy, and his bulging muscles looked incredibly powerful.

Song Chiyu nodded.

Actually, she doesn't have any requirements for muscles, as long as she has the strength to lift those tools.

"Then come with me!"

With that, Song Chiyu turned around and was about to walk ahead to lead the way.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the clan chief suddenly reached out and grabbed her.

While Song Chiyu was puzzled.

The next second, a bamboo raft made of long bamboo strips came into view.

Four strong, sturdy savages carried the bamboo raft by its four corners and placed it in front of Song Chiyu's knees.

"Lord of the grasslands, this is our newly improved way of carrying you. Please have a seat."

The clan chief pointed to the bamboo raft and explained.

She had previously felt that it was not very convenient for the tribespeople to lift things or people directly with their hands.

So I came up with an improvement idea: using tools.

Upon seeing the somewhat crudely woven bamboo raft, Song Chiyu's eyes lit up.

Where did you find this bamboo?

It's like getting exactly what you need.

She just happened to need bamboo strips to make bamboo baskets.

The bamboo raft made by the savages appeared at just the right time.

The chieftain was somewhat puzzled as to why the grassland lord was interested in bamboo, but he patiently explained.

“Lord, this bamboo is what we picked from over there.”

After she finished speaking, she pointed to the dense forest on the right.

Song Chiyu looked in the direction she pointed and found that the forest was also in the direction of the forest savage tribe's territory.

What a coincidence.

However, the grassland is indeed not very large.

"Then let's go over there and find some bamboo first."

After collecting the bamboo strips, go directly to the forest savages and ask them to send some people with her to get the tools.

This saved a lot of trouble.

The clan chief had no objection upon hearing this and immediately ordered the four savages to carry Song Chiyu away.

The remaining few followed behind.

The bamboo raft was lifted up, swaying gently.

The fish in Songchi is light in weight, even lighter than this bamboo raft.

So the four strong savages carried her away as if they weren't carrying her at all, it was so easy.

Sitting on the bamboo raft, Song Chiyu felt quite novel.

It was definitely much more comfortable than being carried around like that before.

She couldn't help but glance at the clan leader beside her, her eyes swirling with emotion.

With such a learner, progressive, and forward-thinking chieftain, the nomadic tribe will surely grow stronger and more powerful.

The savages moved very quickly.

Before long, before Song Chiyu could even feel the sun, he found himself in the shade of a large tree.

Looking up, I realized I had reached the edge of the forest.

"Go a little further in, and you'll find a bamboo grove."

The clan chief walked on the right, leading the way and reporting the current progress to Song Chiyu.

They encountered several rabbits and large birds on the road, but the savages following behind caught them with their bare hands.

The moment he grabbed his hand, he snapped his neck.

His agile movements and skillful actions were simply fluid and effortless.

The rabbit didn't even have time to let out a scream before its body went limp and slumped in the wild man's palm.

When Song Chiyu got off the bamboo raft, he found that the wild men behind him suddenly had five or six pieces of wild game in their hands.

The chieftain gave all the rabbits and wild birds that the savages had just caught to Song Chiyu.

"Lord of the grasslands, we don't have anything good to offer, but we'd like to give you these. We hope you'll accept them."

Song Chiyu accepted it without hesitation.

When it comes to giving gifts, there's always a give and take.

She gives him tools, and the wild man gives her game in return; this exchange of gifts leads to a deeper relationship.

After storing the rabbits and birds in his spatial storage, Song Chiyu looked up and surveyed his surroundings.

This is a small bamboo grove, and many of the bamboo stalks are quite thin, indicating that they have only recently grown.

There are some old bamboos, but they don't make up a large proportion; most of the bamboo is young bamboo.

Song Chiyu took out a cleaver from his spatial storage and chopped down the bamboo closest to him.

The next instant, an option box appeared next to the fallen bamboo stalk.

"Should it be broken down into bamboo strips?"

"yes", "no"

Song Chiyu clicked "yes" directly.

Then the bamboo in front of him shattered into more than ten pieces, each piece being the same size.

Song Chiyu picked it up and counted it, finding that the bamboo had broken down into 15 bamboo pieces.

The number of bamboo strips needed to make 100 bamboo baskets is still very large.

So she gave the remaining two machetes to the savages, asking them to help cut down the bamboo.

At that time, Song Chiyu will directly break the bamboo into bamboo strips in front of the felled bamboo, which will save the most time.

The two savages who got the machetes didn't need the chieftain to explain; they just swung their machetes and started fighting.

The remaining few who didn't have machetes weren't idle either; they simply broke the bamboo in half with their bare hands.

The bamboo, which wasn't particularly thick, was as brittle as a bamboo shoot in their hands.

The clan chief then assigned them areas to cut bamboo, and then collected and piled up the bamboo pieces that Song Chiyu had broken down.

That way, I won't have to pick them all up one by one later.

With the combined efforts of Song Chiyu and the wild man, the required bamboo materials were collected in less than ten minutes.

Song Chiyu counted and found that he had cut a total of 268 bamboo strips, 68 more than he needed.

She put away the bamboo strips with satisfaction, pointed to the territory of the forest tribe savages, and shouted.

"Keep going!"

The small bamboo raft rose gently again, and Song Chiyu had already gotten used to the swaying sensation on it.

Sitting comfortably on it gives one the feeling of an ancient emperor riding in a dragon carriage.