Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 219 The Human Race's Predicament and Fuxi's Duties

Zhao Gongming sighed, "Before you send out troops, you should go back to the Huaxu tribe and see the living conditions of the lower-level humans."

After Zhao Gongming finished speaking, he led Duobao Daoren and Jinling Shengmu into the wooden house and closed the door behind them.

"My teacher wants me to go back to my tribe and see how the lower-class people live?"

Fuxi returned to the Huaxu tribe with a sense of doubt.

Then, following Zhao Gongming's instructions, he concealed his aura, transformed into an ordinary human, and began to patrol the tribe.

At first, Fuxi was very proud.

Because under his leadership, in just a few decades, the population of Huaxu increased a hundredfold, and its territory expanded by an unknown amount, an unprecedented feat for the Huaxu tribe.

But as he looked around, Fuxi froze. He saw a dilapidated thatched hut.

A little girl, dressed in rags and covered in dirt, was gnawing on a piece of jerky as hard as a rock. She would take a small bite each time, then quickly drink some water and swallow it down, looking like she was having a lot of trouble.

As for why the little girl ate dried meat instead of grain, it was because at that time, the human race did not yet have grains.

Their food sources are limited to a few things such as hunting and wild fruits.

The little girl's jerky was only half the size of her palm; even if she ate it all, she still wouldn't be full.

After the little girl had eaten about a fifth of the meat jerky, she reluctantly looked away.

Then I drank several mouthfuls of hot water to suppress the hunger that kept creeping into my stomach.

Just then, the thatched hut behind the little girl opened, and a weathered middle-aged woman came out.

She carried a basket woven from tree bark and vines, filled with large chunks of high-quality dried meat. The dried meat was dark red and not nearly as firm as the dried meat in the little girl's hand.

It exudes an unusually fragrant aroma from a distance, making one involuntarily swallow.

The woman walked up to the little girl, looked at the remaining dried meat in her hand, and immediately flew into a rage, cursing.

"Eat, eat, eat! Who told you to eat so much?"

After saying that, he picked up the broom and started hitting the little girl without saying another word. In just a few blows, tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and she kept shouting.

"Mom, I'm hungry. I want to eat dried meat."

The woman dropped the broom and wiped away her tears.

"The basket of dried meat that Mother is carrying is for the warriors in the tribe. This is an order from Chief Fuxi. Every household must contribute 300 catties of dried meat every month. We can't shortchange them."

"Mother, we don't even have enough dried meat to eat, why do we have to give it to the warriors in the tribe?"

"Because the warriors are well-fed and watered, they need to continue fighting other tribes and fight for more territory for our Huaxu tribe."

"Mom, we can't even get enough to eat, what's the use of having so much territory? I want to eat dried meat."

But this time, the woman could no longer answer the little girl's question.

Because even she didn't know the answer to that question.

Not far away, Fuxi stood there in a daze, tears streaming down his face without him realizing it.

At that moment, he seemed to understand what the mission and responsibility that the three teachers had mentioned meant.

Fuxi wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, stepped forward, took out a precious pendant he always carried, and handed it to the woman.

Then he took a piece of dried meat from the basket behind the woman and handed it to the little girl.

"Eat up. The Huaxu tribe will no longer expand or fight. You will have an endless supply of dried meat."

After speaking to the little girl, Fuxi turned around and spoke earnestly to the woman.

"From now on, you won't have to pay any meat jerky every month anymore. All of this meat jerky is your own harvest."

The woman was startled. "What nonsense are you talking about? This dried meat is something Chief Fuxi told us to pay monthly. If we don't pay or pay less, we will be punished."

The little girl timidly put the dried meat she was holding back into the basket.

Fuxi said helplessly, "If someone wants to punish you, just show them the precious pendants you have, and nothing will happen."

After saying this, Fuxi hurried away, afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would lose control of his emotions.

Because there are so many cases like that little girl's, too many to count.

In order to gather enough food for the army's march, every household had to tighten their belts and live frugally.

It's important to know that the Huaxu tribe now has a population of over 100 million.

There are now more than double digits of Earth Immortal cultivators, but this is still far too few for a large tribe.

Besides, in the tribe, only one in a thousand or even less are capable of cultivation.

In other words, there are only a few hundred thousand cultivators in the tribe, and the rest are mostly ordinary people!

Fuxi's elite army numbered in the millions.

These large armies did not engage in production; they only focused on training and eating and drinking to their hearts' content.

The resources consumed are astronomical, making it extremely difficult for the ordinary people of the entire Huaxu tribe to support it.

Fuxi returned to his residence with heavy thoughts on his mind, and spent a sleepless night.

The following day, Fuxi issued an order to the Huaxu tribe, forbidding them from ever expanding outwards again.

They also returned all the piles of dried meat in the warehouse to their original location.

These instructions shocked the high-ranking officials of the Huaxu tribe.

They couldn't understand why the clan chief would do this, especially when things were going so well and the region was developing rapidly.

They arrived at Fuxi's residence, ready to argue their case.

As the tribe continues to expand and they are blessed with supreme fortune, their cultivation speed will also increase dramatically.

But Fuxi only gave them one sentence: "Go to the lower levels and see how the humans live."

A day later, those people returned, and none of them uttered a sound.

The consequence of increasing cultivation and expanding territory is that so many of our people are starving. They deserve to die!

Some people even couldn't help but slap themselves twice.

"Go and tell the surrounding tribes that the Huaxu tribe will never expand again, and they will no longer have to worry about the danger of war."

After Fuxi finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

Three days later, Fuxi's will spread throughout the vast Huaxu tribe.

No, even several tribes in more distant areas heard about it and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fuxi's talent on the battlefield was truly terrifying; he was invincible and won every battle!

If this fighting continues, there will only be one outcome: their own tribe will be completely annexed.

In the Great Swamp, Daoist Duobao breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that Fuxi has found his duty."

Jin Ling, however, was somewhat puzzled. "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, now that humans are scattered throughout the prehistoric world, although they nominally respect the ancestral land of the East Sea as their master, in reality, they are divided into different regions, and Fuxi is expanding and conquering. Why is that not right?"

Zhao Gongming said in a profound and unfathomable way, "One must eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. The human race is far from being able to start a large-scale war."

(End of this chapter)