vrcanaries Chapter 470 Preparing for Migration
Chapter 470 Preparing for Migration
During the rainy season of the year Xiao Jin and Xiao Hong were seven years old, the plains experienced a once-in-a-century flood. Torrential rain poured down for a whole month, turning the entire plains into a vast expanse of water.
At this time, the people of the Eastern tribe had moved from the caves to the mountaintop. The valley was now flooded, and their caves had long been flooded and uninhabitable.
For safety reasons, all the tribespeople have now moved to live on the mountaintop.
Even so, the water level continues to rise every day, and the carcasses of small animals can be seen floating in the floodwaters from time to time.
Sen braved the heavy rain to fly out and observe the surrounding situation. After flying a large circle, he returned and said to Ruan Mianmian, "Ruan Mianmian, if this rain doesn't stop, we'll have nowhere to stay. Right now, everything outside is flooded. The highest mountain nearby is where we are. If the water level continues to rise, we'll be in danger of being flooded."
At this time, the mountaintop was covered by several large tents. The rain was too heavy, and the tribespeople had no suitable place to take shelter.
Moreover, with the expansion of the tribe in recent years, the birth rate of babies has continued to increase. For everyone's safety, Ruan Mianmian bought several tents for the tribespeople to rest in.
Even so, some members of the tribe were still getting wet in the rain.
The place is only so big, and the space for them to settle down is getting smaller and smaller, as if they are compressed into a small space, making people feel suffocated and cramped.
The rain showed no signs of letting up; on the contrary, it grew even more intense, relentlessly pounding against the tent with a crackling sound.
Inside the tent, they kept divining, hoping to find clues to the rain stopping from the mysterious divination. Although they knew their gods were beside them, their inner anxiety prevented them from fully relying on their faith.
However, no matter how they consulted the oracle, the conclusions were all disheartening. The rain seemed endless, and this sudden downpour had plunged their lives into chaos.
Ruan Mianmian sat quietly in the tent, listening to Sen's words, her thoughts surging like a tide.
She opened the system panel, her gaze falling on the weather indicator showing continuous rain, and her mood grew increasingly heavy.
After much deliberation, Ruan Mianmian finally made up her mind. She looked at Sen and said firmly, "Sen, we should go."
Sen abruptly raised his head, his gaze meeting Ruan Mianmian's. He seemed to understand the resolute look in her eyes. Could it be that she meant...?
Without hesitation, Ruan Mianmian opened the tent's tarpaulin, and a rush of damp air hit her face. She gazed at the misty world outside; the rain blurred her vision, and everything seemed so hazy and uncertain.
“This rain won’t stop anytime soon, or rather, it might not stop at all.” Ruan Mianmian’s voice sounded weak in the rain, but it was full of helplessness and determination. “Our clan can no longer stay on the plains. If we want to survive, there is only one way: to migrate.”
Sen was silent for a moment, then nodded. "I understand. I'll go and inform the tribespeople to prepare." With that, he rushed out into the rain.
Ruan Mianmian took a deep breath and began to plan her migration route in her mind. She brought up the system map and searched for places with higher elevation and abundant resources.
She quickly located a mountain range, quite a distance away, but one that should be safe from the flood.
When the tribespeople learned of the impending migration, although they were reluctant, their strong desire to survive drove them to take swift action.
They packed up the important supplies and tied them up with vines and animal hides. Young Jin and Hong also thoughtfully helped pack.
As night fell, the rain intensified. Ruan Mianmian decided to leave early the next morning. Lying in Sen's arms, listening to the patter of raindrops against the tent, she felt a sense of peace.
Because she knew she could lead her people to find a place suitable for them to live in.