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

Upon closer inspection, one can see that her entire body is covered with scars of varying sizes and ages, with particularly horrifying wounds on her legs, so deep that the bone is visible, making for a shocking sight.

The blood on Baiya's body is hers.

Anyone with eyes could see that this poor little girl must have suffered a lot and lived an extremely difficult life.

People in the tribe would not treat their own people like this. Even if they are starving, they would not let a child suffer so many injuries.

This is a slave.

Slaves! A thought struck Jiang Ning. How could she have forgotten about slaves? Come to think of it, the Jiang tribe also had quite a few slaves.

Although she abolished the public slavery system of the Jiang tribe back then, each tribe kept its own slaves, even the Tianlang tribe was no exception. With dozens of tribes combined, that was a huge number.

Bai Ya had already given the slave some herbs to stop the bleeding, and the bleeding did stop, but the slave's body was too weak to withstand it.

Jiang Ning walked a few steps to the slave's side, raised her hand to treat the slave's wounds, and a soft and warm light emanated from her palm, gently covering the wounds.

Soon, a cough was heard, and the slave coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood.

As she coughed up the blood, her tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and her consciousness gradually returned.

So comfortable.

Qiu lay on the cold, hard ground, unwilling to move for a long time. In all her years, she had never felt so comfortable.

As a slave, in her memory, she seemed to be working all the time, never stopping.

Her hands were calloused and cracked, covered in frostbite and chafing. Blood and dirt mingled together, seemingly impossible to wash off, becoming an integral part of her body.

When I was four years old, my mother came home excitedly, clutching a fruit she had never seen before.

The fruit was brightly colored, with a smooth skin and an enticing aroma.

The mother told Qiu that this was a treasure she had finally obtained from the Green Mantis tribe.

Qiu will always remember the moment she took a bite. The flesh was sweet and juicy, and the juice dripped down her chin. Her mother smiled and wiped it away with her hand.

That fruit was indeed very precious to them. The two of them shared the fruit and felt warm all over. At that time, she also felt very comfortable, but that fruit was far inferior to what she felt now.

The pain of the past years seemed to vanish in that moment. Her old wounds were completely healed, as if she were enveloped by a gentle force, and the torment of that dull pain in her body was gone.

Her mind was blank; all her thoughts seemed to have been ripped from her body, and all she wanted to do was lie there.

After a long while, or perhaps only a moment, she slowly opened her heavy eyelids, and the first thing that came into view was a row of perfectly arranged stone slabs.

She recognized it; it was the roof of a stone house. The place where she lived also had similar stone slabs, but the stone there was much inferior and looked very rough.

Unlike these stone slabs, which were not only polished very finely, but also had patterns engraved on their surfaces that she couldn't understand.

A breeze blew in from somewhere, carrying with it the fragrance of flowers.

In that position, she turned her head slightly and saw a large window not far from her. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the ground, creating patches of golden light.

The snow outside hadn't completely melted, but many blooming flowers had climbed up outside the window, like a magnificent sea of ​​flowers.

She knew that this was a hibiscus, which she had heard was brought by the bumblebee tribe and would bloom even in the coldest winter.

The thick vines intertwined and entwined, having grown for an unknown amount of time, resembling a large tree that supported its dense, cloud-like branches and leaves.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the green leaves swayed softly, making a soft rustling sound.

Each leaf appears as if it has been meticulously sculpted by nature, with clearly visible veins and a vibrant emerald green color.

Amidst this verdant landscape, large, vibrant hibiscus blossoms burst forth in full bloom, displaying their beauty. Their petals are layered upon layered, their colors brilliant, intricate, and abundant.

Some are fiery red, others are as pink as rosy clouds, all exuding a captivating fragrance.

These flowers, set against the backdrop of green leaves, appear even more vibrant and beautiful, like a group of graceful fairies dancing in the breeze.

Every now and then a few flakes would drift down, as light and graceful as butterflies dancing in the air.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the leaves, forming golden beams that illuminated everything around them in a dreamlike way.

Autumn saw a round bumblebee plunge into a flower to collect nectar. The flower was very large, and many children her age liked to climb on it to sleep. When the bumblebee plunged in, it almost bent the flower over.

She had also secretly climbed in; it was very soft inside, like a cloud. She had heard that the Long-haired Rabbit Tribe had a rabbit fur quilt that was light and warm, and many people would prepare one for their children. She wondered if it felt like this when she slept in it.

After collecting the nectar, the bumblebee slowly withdrew from the center of the flower. Its body was covered in pollen, and some petals were pulled out by its movement, gently drifting down as it took off.

The petals danced in the air with the wind, like feathers lifted by the wind. They rose and fell, near and far, in rhythm with the wind.

Qiu suddenly realized that she was no different from those flower petals.

Her life was like a petal drifting in the wind, blown about by the winds of fate, unable to control its own direction.

The bumblebee flew away, and a few petals were blown by the wind.

Autumn stared at the petal flying towards her, and finally couldn't resist raising her hand to catch it.

The petals were bigger than Qiu's head. She covered her face with them, her body completely relaxed, as if she had entered a warm dream.

In her dream, her mother stood on a sunny meadow, holding a bright red fruit in her hand, smiling and waving at her.

"woke up?"

Jiang Ning had already sat back down, her face still showing signs of fatigue, but her voice remained steady. After a long day, she still had to deal with her battle pet's companions.

Upon hearing the voice, Qiu's eyes widened abruptly, her consciousness snapping out of its daze. Yes, this stone house was clearly not a place for someone of her status.

She sat up quickly, her movements somewhat flustered. Her tattered animal skin clothing slipped down slightly, revealing her thin shoulders, which were no longer covered in scars.

As the petals drifted to one side, she looked down and saw her hands. She discovered that the old wounds and scars on her hands had vanished without a trace, and her skin was smooth as new, as if she had never been injured.

Her heart raced, her fingers trembled slightly, and she could hardly believe her eyes.