Chapter 200 (1/2)

Who knew if Nan Xun’s words had enlightened Chuxue, but when Nan Xun saw her the next day, she felt that she had changed entirely, becoming more confident with her eyes shining like stars. It was a yearning for a new life.

Come to think of it, as a modern woman she had suddenly transmigrated into a backwards primitive society in a different land. It wasn’t difficult to understand why she was overwhelmingly confused in the beginning.

A’Yu seemed to be very energetic today. Nan Xun guessed that the two must have brewed a lot of sauce last night, then Chuxue struck while the iron was hot when making love with him.

Sure enough, A’Yu didn’t mention any more of that nonsense about taking care of A’Xi, but he always sent the meat he hunted to Nan Xun. Occasionally, when he saw Nan Xun, he would look away in embarrassment.

Nan Xun didn’t want his things, but she found out Chuxue roasted the meat. Chuxue not only sprinkled salt, but also spread a layer of juice on the outside of the roasted meat. The fruit juice mixed with the roasted meat’s oil was very fragrant and tender!

As a result, Nan Xun put away her integrity and took the meat. She would take as much as A’Yu and Chuxue sent over each time, and every time it was cooked deliciously.

Nan Xun could see that Chuxue had completely integrated herself into the tribe. Before long, Chuxue began to teach the tribe’s women how to weave straw sandals and sew shoulder bags for themselves. The waist bags were for the men. These waist bags were fastened around their waists to hold some fruit and dried meat that Chuxue made. They could quench their thirst and replenish their physical strength while they were out hunting.

Chuxue also found clay that could be used to make clay pots. After successfully baking her first pottery bowl, the tribe’s women began to join together to make pottery. Even Nan Xun kneaded several bowls and pots with Chuxue, while the men built a kiln under Chuxue’s guidance for baking pottery.

Pottery bowls and pots soon replaced the coconut-like shells that were used to hold water and food. Not only that, salt also became popular amongst the people.

Chuxue’s reputation in the tribe was getting better and better.

The summer here was very long, and lasted for about four or five months in comparison to Nan Xun’s world. This is what Nan Xun observed over time. She still took the women out to pick wild fruits and vegetables every day, however, for several consecutive days, she didn’t see A’Mang.

This made her very depressed.1

The other women didn’t know why, but Chuxue knew.

When there were no outsiders, the two women secretly whispered in each other’s ears.

“A’Xi, you don’t even know which tribe that man is from?” Chuxue asked in surprise. “You don’t know who the man is, but you want to follow him, follow him….”2

Chuxue was too embarrassed to finish her sentence. She knew that primitive people were more open-minded. She often met wild mandarin ducks who stole forbidden fruits in the high grass.3 But she didn’t know if A’Xi spoke Mandarin with him. Chuxue always unconsciously regarded A’Xi as her closest person. Sometimes she was even closer than A’Yu.

Nan Xun went “ai” and sighed, “That cruel and unscrupulous man. Next time I meet him, I’ll kill him!”

Chuxue laughed out loud. “A’Xi just can’t bear it. I see your appetite has become smaller these days. You didn’t eat the meat I personally roasted; do you think you’re suffering from lovesickness?”

Nan Xun felt ashamed. Was it so obvious?

Well, she admitted that she really missed that savage.

“Little Eight ah, can you tell me who that savage is ah?” Nan Xun decided to ask Little Eight for help.

Little Eight: “You really came here for vacation. Fuck, still asking me to find you a man?”