I'm involved in poverty alleviation in a primitive tribe.

The Hua Rong and Otter tribesmen only argued verbally and did not actually fight, so no Jiang tribesmen intervened afterward.

After all, if the patrol team had to step in to maintain order every time someone in the trading area got into a fight, they would be exhausted.

Upon hearing the news, some people, disregarding the conflicts between these tribes, seized the opportunity to sell the various goods they had brought.

Some immediately led their teams away, intending to return to the tribe with the message and inquire about the shaman's plans.

Someone was hiding in the shadows, quietly observing the actions of the Jiang people, and sure enough, they discovered that the Jiang people were buying up large quantities of various foods.

It's not autumn yet, and most crops are not yet ripe. The plantation is still a lush and spectacular sight, visible from afar.

The people of Jiangbu didn't care about any of that; adults and children alike pitched in to pick all the crops and deal with them separately.

While everyone was busy, some quick-thinking individuals keenly seized the business opportunity.

They seized the opportunity to sell the dried meat brought by their tribe at high prices, and surprisingly, the people of the Jiang tribe accepted all the dried meat that came at such a high price.

No matter how outrageous the price offered, they readily pulled out their clam coins, as if the dried meat were the most precious treasure in the world.

After this incident, the people of each tribe became even more convinced that the rumors they had heard before were true.

Soon, many tribes realized this and refused to accept clam coins, only wanting treasures such as beast cores.

After all, these clam coins are just ordinary clam shells. If the Jiang tribe collapses, what use are they to have any number of clam shells?

Even so, the Jiang people did not refuse.

With such an external situation, the internal atmosphere is even more uneasy.

Crocodile tribe.

The crocodile witch paced anxiously inside the house, the dim light flickering as if trembling with uncertainty about the future.

Every now and then, heavily armored warriors would rush in, solemnly reporting the latest developments.

“Witch, there’s no one selling dried meat in the trading area anymore. However, as you instructed, we bought all sorts of fruits we could find, and they’re piled up high.” A warrior’s voice was loud, but his brows betrayed his exhaustion.

Upon hearing this, Crocodile Witch simply waved his hand, his expression grave: "You decide what to do. Whether it's fruit or anything else, the more the better. We need to be fully prepared for what's to come!"

The soldier accepted the order, immediately turned around, and hurriedly disappeared outside the door.

Immediately afterward, another soldier walked in, his voice tinged with excitement: "Witch, everything is almost packed, we can set off at any time!"

Crocodile Witch was overjoyed upon hearing this, and a rare smile finally appeared on his face: "Good! Go and tell them to be ready at any time these days, and not to fall asleep! If anyone is left behind, I won't be responsible!"

However, this joy did not last long before it was interrupted by a series of hurried footsteps. Another person rushed in, looking nervous: "Witch, the people of the Otter Tribe have something to say to you."

Crocodile Witch's face instantly turned ashen, his breathing became rapid, and he hurriedly walked to the man's side, lowering his voice to question him: "You brought them in? Are you crazy! What if someone finds out..."

Seeing the crocodile shaman's anger, the man hurriedly explained, "No, no! Shaman, you've misunderstood! With so many people watching, how could I dare! They just told me to tell you..."

Meanwhile, someone quietly entered a stone house and reported to a person sitting alone in the shadows: "The otter tribe has already..."

The man listened in silence, and after a long while, finally uttered, "This is insane..."

Similar incidents occurred in other tribes of the Jiang clan.

When people get busy, time flies by. The day of the sacrifice is fast approaching, so Mingyue summons the shamans from various tribes to discuss the matter.

Inside the meeting hall.

Apart from a few shamans who went to the central region, all the tribes gathered together.

Mingyue spoke first: "How's the food preparation going?"

A few days ago, Mingyue ordered all tribes in the Jiang clan to store food, but did not give a reason, which caused suspicion among all the tribes.

Lianwu responded first: "There are always people guarding the trading area. Whenever a tribe brings food, someone will go to trade with them."

The Bull Witch stood up: "The plantation's food has all been harvested. The sun is strong lately, making it the perfect time to dry it. We've increased manpower to turn the plants over and dry them every day. I believe they'll be dry and stored soon."

Hongfeng said, "After the food area was closed, the hunting team has been going out hunting non-stop. They specialize in hunting large, meaty ferocious beasts, and now they are processing them into jerky and speeding up the smoking process."

Mingyue nodded: "Very good. The sacrificial ceremony is about to begin, so we can't be careless. How are the offerings for each tribe coming along?"

Crocodile Witch said with a bitter face, "According to Chief Red Maple's requirements, our tribe's warriors have all been sent to hunt those meaty ferocious beasts, and we simply can't spare any manpower to find those high-level ferocious beasts that can be used as sacrifices."

Mingyue smiled warmly: "You're right. How many people in your tribe have awakened this year?"

The Crocodile Witch was somewhat flattered. Ever since the incident with the winged eel, Mingyue had been dissatisfied with them. She never expected that Mingyue would personally inquire about the awakening of their tribe. It seemed that the matter was over.

“More than three hundred people, not many, but we need a lot of ferocious beasts. Mingwu, do you think you could…?” Crocodile Shaman’s face showed a hint of hope. If someone could help him with this, he could free up more manpower.

The Flowing Light Witch sitting next to him seemed to have heard something foul. His lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head to cover it up.

“No problem, which tribe is too busy?” Mingyue slowly turned her head, her gaze sweeping over everyone present.

As expected, someone soon broke the silence. A burly man stood up, frowned, and said, "Mingwu, our tribe is not as strong as the Crocodile Tribe. Now we are busy hunting and preparing for the sacrificial ceremony. We are really too busy!"

This is the Cloud Tribe, which migrated here along with the Exploding Bear Tribe. Their strength is indeed not very impressive.

Mingyue agreed as usual, and only after no one complained anymore did she give the order: "I plan to send a team to the coast to scout ahead. Does any of your tribes have the manpower to spare?"

The long-haired rabbit witch asked in confusion, "Go to the coast to scout ahead? Didn't we send a caravan there before?"

“Our route is different from that of the caravans,” Mingyue paused and continued, “You should know that our Tianlang tribe’s territory was not originally here. We migrated to the Nu River because of a great fire.”