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

Jiang Ning walked to the center of the square, where a crowd had already gathered. A man who had lost consciousness was lying on the ground with a large gash in his abdomen, through which his internal organs were visible. He was covered in blood, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to die.

The shaman squatted down beside him, stretched out his right hand, and placed it on his wound. The wound began to heal visibly, and as time slowly passed, the shaman's face began to turn pale.

"Witch, stop! He's alright," the tribespeople urged. The shaman was the tribe's leader and its faith. Without the shaman, there would be no warriors, and without warriors, they could not survive on this continent.

The man, Teng, slowly regained consciousness, but he was still too badly injured to wake up, and his wounds had not fully healed. The shaman withdrew his hand and, with the help of his clansmen, stood up shakily, holding onto his shaman's staff.

As if knowing Jiang Ning's location, Wu turned around and found her in the crowd. "Jiang Ning, come here."

Jiang Ning walked up to the shaman, took the medicine, and began to clean and bandage the vine. Someone helped bring clean water. The vine's wound had been healed and was now only a small opening about ten centimeters long. Most importantly, the inside had healed, leaving only the surface wound.

After cleaning the wound, Jiang Ning applied wound medicine and placed a hemostatic leaf on it. Hemostatic leaf is a kind of herb here, which looks a bit like aloe vera, but the leaves are wider and thicker. Placing the leaf on the wound will speed up the healing process.

After treating the wound, Jiang Ning used a type of wild grass with very thin leaves to tie the healing leaf to the wound and fix it in place.

Jiang Ning stood up, preparing to wash her hands. She had used up the water she had used to wash her wounds, and there was still blood on her hands. Fortunately, she was a soldier with a strong body; if an ordinary person had lost this much blood, they would have died long ago.

"Jiang Ning, Wu wants you to go find him."

The shaman was very old and had overused his magical powers, so he was sent back by his tribe long ago.

The shaman's cave was in the middle of the tribe. When Jiang Ning arrived at the shaman's cave, a pure black wolf lying in the shadows nearby had already smelled Jiang Ning's scent. It twitched its nose and continued to lie there.

"Witch, why aren't you resting yet?" Jiang Ning looked at the thin old man. The witch was working hard for the tribe and was still sorting out herbs.

"Jiang Ning, you went to collect samples again today. How did it feel?"

“Hongye and I found another food today, the pink and soft wild fruit we used to make soup before. It grows on vines, and there are roots and stems in the soil below the vines. I call it yam. I think the roots and stems are edible too. I’ll figure out how to cook them.” Jiang Ning knew that Wu was changing the subject, but she didn’t call him out on it. She just went along with him and chattered on and on.

“You are very good.” Wu looked at her kindly, but what she said next was earth-shattering: “I know you didn’t originally belong here.”

Jiang Ning was horrified. Someone knew her secret. Would she be burned alive? But her life had just started to turn around. What should she do? What could she possibly do?

“You don’t need to be afraid. Since you were born here, you will always be a member of the tribe. I knew when you were born. I could sense that there was only Wu in your mother’s womb, but you appeared when she was about to give birth. You occasionally show wisdom that doesn’t belong here. I often wonder if this is a blessing from heaven, because you have brought many changes to the tribe.”

"Jiang Ning, I'm about to die..."

"What! But you're only..."

The shaman waved his hand to stop her. "I am the shaman, and I know my situation better than anyone. You must be very disappointed to see your brother awaken during this year's sacrifice. I saw it; you've been sad for days. From the moment you were born, I sensed a strong shamanic aura within you. You are a born shaman. I have been observing you for many years. You are intelligent, thoughtful, simple, and steady. Most importantly, you have no ill intentions towards the tribe. Your arrival has made the tribe better."

“I have been searching for someone with shamanic talent to be my disciple for a long time, but I have not found one until you appeared. After so many years of observation, I am sure that you are the most suitable person. Can I entrust the tribe to you?”

For some reason, Jiang Ning blurted out, "I will do my best to protect the tribe and develop it."

"Okay." Wu looked at her with relief.

"Go back first. I will send someone to inform the gathering team that you will no longer participate in gathering. Starting tomorrow, come to me to learn how to be a shaman. From now on, you will be the shaman apprentice of the Sirius tribe."

"Yes."

"Don't tell anyone about my affairs."

"Yes."

Jiang Ning turned around and walked back, feeling dizzy. It wasn't until she was halfway back that she came to her senses and frantically called out to the system in her mind, "System! What's going on? How did I become a disciple of the witch? Did you do this?"

“No, in this world, I can only communicate with you, and I only arrived here yesterday, but he has been observing you for sixteen years. This is his own choice.”

Why do I have the aura of a witch on me?

"In your world, your country calls itself the descendants of Yan and Huang. Many people think this is a myth or legend, but it is indeed true history. Emperor Yan was the earliest ancestral witch. You are a descendant of the Jiang tribe, and also a descendant of the ancestral witch. Although the witch power has been diluted for many generations, there is still witch power in your body. It is like a seed that will take root and sprout when it encounters suitable soil. However, most people in this world do not have this seed in their bodies."

"But how am I supposed to manage over three hundred people? I've never even been a squad leader before! How could I have agreed to that in such a moment of madness!"

"This is your own choice. No one can lie before a shaman."

Jiang Ning was still somewhat incredulous; the events of the past two days felt like a dream. She walked back to the cave, her expression dazed.

Her parents had returned, and Wu was going out for his first hunt tomorrow. They were giving him some instructions. Seeing her like this, they were surprised: "What's wrong? Is something the matter? Or is your injury still not healed?"

Jiang Ning came to her senses and looked at her parents. Her parents had been traveling in the dangerous world for several days and had finally returned, but they were still worried about her. Jiang Ning felt a little sad and said, "I'm fine. Wu said I should go to him tomorrow. From now on, I will be Wu's disciple."

Upon hearing this, the parents were overjoyed. The father, Qingpan, said with a smile, "That's good. The shaman has been looking for a shaman disciple. Now we can rest assured."

"Mother," Pu Ye chimed in with a smile, "That's right. Although the shaman didn't say it, we all knew he was very anxious. Now things are much better."

Wu jumped up and down, saying, "Can you serve the witch well? The witch is in poor health, so don't upset her."

Jiang Ning rolled her eyes. "You never say anything nice when you open your mouth." But she also felt a little warm inside. When they heard that she had become a disciple of the witch, they didn't feel proud that their family had produced a disciple of the witch. Instead, they immediately cared about the witch's wishes. It was clear that everyone saw how hard the witch worked.

Jiang Ning was preparing to take a bath. There was a thatched shed next to the kitchen, which was the bathroom that Jiang Ning had prepared.

Warriors here can go directly to the Sirius River at the entrance to take a bath, while ordinary people can only simply wipe themselves with water in the tribe.

The construction of the thatched hut was similar to that of a sentry post, consisting of a few pillars and a roof made of large leaves. The difference was that the four sides of the thatched hut were also covered with large leaves.

Entering the bathroom, there is a bathtub made of expansion tree. Expansion tree is a magical tree that grows here. When it grows to more than three meters tall, it stops growing taller and instead grows horizontally, getting thicker and thicker every year. In just a few years, it can grow as thick as a basketball. The wooden buckets used by the tribe to fetch water are made by hollowing out the trunk of expansion tree.

Jiang Ning's father found her a century-old swollen tree and hollowed out the middle to make a bathtub, according to her request. There was also a hole at the bottom, which was usually plugged with a stopper, and the stopper was removed when she wanted to fill the tub with water.

It's a pity the tribe doesn't know how to waterproof, otherwise they could make a lot of things from the expansion tree. Jiang Ning got a lot of dirt on her body while digging yams today, and she was covered in dust. She had to wash herself. Luckily, the temperature is still high, so she can wash herself with cold water. Otherwise, Jiang Ning would have to wait for the water to boil.

After washing up, Jiang Ning lay in bed and suddenly remembered something she had almost forgotten: "System, have you received a reply?"