For some reason, all twelve people with Ma Lin felt they lost, were afraid of Old Hu, and stopped roaring. They admitted defeat, watching it leisurely drink its fill before strolling away. Only when it disappeared into the jungle did they cross the creek to search for resources in another direction.
Likewise, for some unknown reason, everyone felt embarrassed to hunt, gather, or mine in Old Hu's territory.
However, that day their luck was exceptionally good. The short bowmen hit pheasants, rabbits, or fish, with only two arrows out of ten missing the target.
They discovered clay, a hillside covered with hemp plants, and a wetland area spanning about five or six miles.
They then crafted a wooden raft and made life jackets to wear, essentially stuffing wooden blocks into a net and tying it around themselves, before paddling into the wetland.
Inside, there were bird eggs and chicks everywhere.
