I thrived in the primitive tribe

The Crisis and Rebirth of Green Harvest Tribe

Where the boundless grasslands meet the dense forests lies a tribe blessed by nature—the Green Grain Tribe. Life here is like a simple pastoral idyll; the tribespeople live off the land and by the water, coexisting harmoniously with nature. Every day, wisps of smoke rise from chimneys, mingling with the laughter of children and the low bleating of livestock, weaving together a vibrant tapestry of life—not extravagant, but brimming with love and hope for life.

It was a sunny day, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of earth and the fragrance of grass, softly caressing the village. The villagers were busy with their own tasks: women were washing clothes by the river, their focused faces reflected in the water; men were diligently repairing houses damaged by wind and rain; and others were carefully tending to their livestock, hoping they would thrive.

Meanwhile, the young women of the tribe went to the mountains to gather wild vegetables and fruits to stock up on food for the tribe. Like a herd of cheerful deer, they darted lightly through the woods, their clear laughter echoing among the dense foliage. Doro led the way, her figure lithe and her eyes bright, her hands skillfully picking tender wild vegetables and filling baskets with plump fruits.

However, this tranquility was soon shattered. A group of people who had recently joined the tribe ventured into the forest. They too had come in search of food, but when their eyes fell upon the fertile patch of wild vegetables, a glint of greed flashed in their eyes.

"We discovered this land first, so we should be the ones to pick these wild vegetables!" A tall, bearded young man named Ali suddenly stood up, his voice breaking the harmony in the mountains.

Doro turned around instantly, a flash of anger in her eyes, and retorted loudly, "What did you say? This forest has been our tribe's gathering ground for generations. You've only been here a few days, so why do you claim you discovered it first?" She placed her hands on her hips, straightened her back, and stared firmly into their eyes, showing no fear. Doro was known in the tribe for her straightforwardness, generosity, and enthusiasm; she never backed down from a challenge.

"That's right, we've been picking here all along, don't even think about taking it all!" The sisters around Doro quickly surrounded her, forming a semicircle to protect her, each of them with anger and resentment written all over their faces.

The new members not only didn't back down, but their attitude became even more arrogant. Ali's face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he waved his thick arms in the air, shouting loudly, "We're taking this land today, and nobody can stop us!" His voice was full of threat, as if it could shake the surrounding trees down.

Neither side would back down, and their heated argument echoed through the mountains and forests. Birds that had been singing merrily in the branches were startled and took flight, fluttering their wings and fleeing into the distance. As the conflict escalated, their physical actions became increasingly exaggerated. Some angrily pointed at each other's noses and hurled insults, while others rolled up their sleeves, poised to fight at any moment. The atmosphere was as tense as a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

The commotion was so loud that it drew the attention of the tribespeople working and resting nearby. Men returning from hunting nearby heard the noise, immediately put down their prey, grabbed their weapons, and rushed over. Women washing clothes by the river also stopped what they were doing, stood up, and looked around with worried expressions. Several clever children playing nearby realized something was wrong, ran back to the tribe, and breathlessly found the person in charge, Loya.

Loya, who had been focused on distributing supplies to the tribe, instantly tensed upon hearing the news. He knew the importance of unity within the tribe, as any conflict could lead to irreparable consequences. He immediately put down his work and strode towards the scene of the incident.

Loya was tall and imposing, his steps steady and powerful, each one seemingly carrying the weight of the earth. His eyes exuded an undeniable authority and composure, giving others a sense of security and reliability. Along the way, his mind raced, considering how to quell the conflict. He understood that simple accusations and punishments wouldn't truly solve the problem; only by finding a solution acceptable to both sides could the conflict be resolved and the tribe's unity maintained.

When Loya appeared before the crowd, the noise subsided slightly, but the two sides still glared at each other, the tension in the air unabated. Loya stood in the middle of the crowd, his gaze sharp and intense, sweeping over everyone with a look that was both authoritative and concerned.

"Quiet down, all of you!" Loya suddenly shouted, his voice booming like a bell, echoing through the mountains and forests. The crowd, intimidated by his imposing presence, fell silent.

“We are all from the same tribe. We should help and support each other. How can we quarrel and fight over such a small matter?” Loya’s tone softened a bit, but it was still full of authority. “This forest is a gift from nature. It has nurtured generations of our people. We should cherish this gift, not hurt each other’s harmony in order to fight over it.”

After hearing Loya's words, everyone fell silent, their faces showing shame, realizing how foolish and impulsive their actions had been.

“I know everyone is working hard for the survival and development of the tribe, which is a good thing. But we must understand that only by uniting as one can we overcome difficulties and make our tribe stronger,” Loya continued. “New friends, you are new here and may not be familiar with the tribe’s rules and customs yet. But since you have chosen to join us, you should abide by the rules and respect every member of the tribe.”

"And we, the older members, should also be more tolerant and understanding of our new friends. It's not easy for them to leave their hometowns and come here. We should make them feel the warmth of home, not indifference and rejection," Loya said earnestly, turning his gaze to Doro and the others.

Doro felt a pang of guilt after hearing Loya's words. She stepped forward and said to the new members, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now. I shouldn't have argued with you. I hope you don't mind."

The new members were also moved by Loya's words. Ali blushed and said, "We were wrong. We shouldn't have been so selfish and didn't consider everyone's feelings. We are willing to abide by the tribe's rules and work together to make the tribe better."

Seeing that both sides had recognized their mistakes, Loya smiled with relief. He said, "Since everyone has realized their mistakes, let's leave it at that. From now on, this forest will still be a shared harvesting area for everyone. We should allocate resources reasonably, help each other, and work together to protect our home."