He could feel himself gradually integrating with the primitive people.
There would also be primitive people from other tribes coming here to attend the lectures.
If visitors wanted to eat here, they had to help with the work.
So although the primitives of Jinshui Village were lazy, the outside fields still planted over twenty acres of millet and hundreds of acres of bitter yams. In addition, there was always plenty of grass in the sheepfolds and stables, someone was always there to tend the pottery kilns, and the blacksmith shop always had helpers.
Teaching the primitive people was quite tiring for him.
He began to have more and more concerns about the Chicken Feather Plains.
The second half of the year had begun.
Food would become increasingly scarce, and the weather would grow colder.
