Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH129

Chapter 129

In an era with low productivity, the material and color of clothing could reveal a person’s social status.

So when Feng said there were two people wearing colorful clothes, the Rabbit Tribe immediately knew they weren’t wild people—but such nobles capable of wearing colorful clothing, how could they appear here?

Could there be some kind of plot?

When Jiang Jitang and Parsons appeared, they saw the Rabbit Tribe in a state of high alert, tense as if every rustle of grass or tree was a threat.

It wasn’t surprising for the Rabbit Tribe to react so dramatically. This year’s drought had brought famine to multiple tribes, not just the Rabbit Tribe. There were several roving marauders on the plains, and the tribe had already repelled two waves.

“May I ask, are you passing by, or have you come to find us?” Seeing only two people, one pale-faced with red lips clearly of high status, and the other seemingly a bodyguard, the Rabbit Tribe leader behind the vines relaxed slightly and asked aloud.

Jiang Jitang had already spotted Feng in the tree—his “wisher”—and smiled: “I’ve accepted your task and prepared some daily necessities.”

With that, he clapped his hands, and a black ox-drawn cart appeared on the ground, loaded with extremely valuable cloth and reddish-brown ceramic jars.

Feng almost lost his grip on the branch: “Is this… appearing out of nowhere?”

The usually fiery black ox on the plains was surprisingly calm, nudging Jiang Jitang’s hand with its head and letting out a gentle lowing. The Rabbit Tribe members inside the vines were stunned.

“May we enter?” Jiang Jitang waved again, and a second ox cart full of supplies appeared.

“Yes, yes.” Half-believing already, the Rabbit Tribe leader instructed his warriors to remain alert while smiling warmly and opening the gates to welcome the distinguished guests.

In this way, displaying such extraordinary, seemingly magical technology, Jiang Jitang and Parsons were welcomed as “divine emissaries” into the Rabbit Tribe’s territory.

The Rabbit Tribe’s territory was oval-shaped, with many simple grass huts in the center forming the gathering area. Surrounding this were cultivated fields, with a few deliberately preserved fruit trees scattered around.

The fields had already been harvested, with only a few sheep grazing here and there, their droppings scattered to fertilize the soil.

Besides sheep, there were some chickens, very small and with clipped feathers, hopping among the wild grass to peck seeds.

Three sides of the oval territory were wooded, and one side was surrounded by thorny vines as a defense.

Jiang Jitang and Parsons were invited to a slightly open area in the middle of the grass huts, likely used as a grain-drying field, as Jiang Jitang noticed a stray wheat kernel there—a small, shriveled empty husk.

Jiang Jitang had been to many task worlds, but for Parsons, this was the first time experiencing the marvel of such space-time transitions. He looked around, taking it all in.

Small, round grass huts, a few timid natives hiding behind them, but their gazes held no malice.

Most were wrapped in some animal hide, with only a very few wearing what could be called “clothing”—essentially a single piece of fabric covering parts of the body.

On their shoulders and chest were patterns resembling tattoos, totems that were not just painted decorations but seemed “alive,” flowing.

Parsons observed closely and realized he could determine a person’s physical condition through these totems: if someone was weak or aged, the totem appeared dim; if strong and healthy, the totem shone brightly.

Additionally, most people had a totem of a fierce, long-eared abstract animal. Those with this totem tended to have slightly longer legs.

“I’ve long heard that divine emissaries occasionally descend. Today, seeing the divine emissary is like seeing the bright moon in the sky. I do not know if the moon’s descent is a sign from the gods.” The tribe leader managed to say a sentence praising their appearance and presence, then immediately asked what task they had brought—essentially requesting them to present what they had prepared.

Jiang Jitang responded straightforwardly: “I have learned about your situation, so this time, I’ve prepared not only supplies for forming a new family but also winter provisions your Rabbit Tribe needs. How you distribute them is up to you.”

He then produced the prepared wheat: twenty tons of wheat in burlap sacks appeared in the grain-drying field. Everyone was astonished and overjoyed: “Is this grain also a gift from the divine emissary?”

Next, Jiang Jitang displayed twenty large ceramic jars filled with pristine salt. The elder leader, trembling, scooped some up to taste, while the others could hardly process what they were seeing. By the time they realized, a wave of cheers erupted, and some even knelt before him.

Jiang Jitang avoided their kneeling, then displayed the remaining items: the ceramic jars and pots on the ground, cloth and leather on three ox carts, and finally the sheep and fodder.

As for the precious bronze items and gemstone toys, he personally handed them to the tribe leader.

“I hope these items can solve your current difficulties.”

“The divine favor is immense. How can our tribe ever repay you?”

The tribe leader tried to kneel again but was stopped. Jiang Jitang gestured to the supplies: “The wedding is tomorrow. Arrange these properly. Keep what should be kept, take what should be taken.”

This reminded them that the wedding was the next day, and today they had to set off for the distant Ox Tribe. The wedding preparations had to be completed quickly.

The divine emissary had brought mountain-sized provisions of food, greatly relieving the leader’s worries. For the first time, he could view his son’s marriage with a calm mind.

The grain would certainly stay, but there were debates over the salt.

Feng insisted that the salt and large ceramic jars remain—these were too precious and could be exchanged for grain in emergencies—but the leader insisted on giving Feng half.

Finally, they compromised: Feng took two large jars and one full jar of salt.

The rest of the ceramics: one-third went with Feng to the Ox Tribe, the rest stayed. Only one jar of honey and dates went with him, the rest remained for the tribe’s children and elders.

For the bronze items, the tribe kept five small knives; the rest went with Feng.

The gemstone toys, especially the finely crafted jade cat and bull figurines, were rare enough to astonish even the Ox Tribe leader. These could not remain with the Rabbit Tribe—they could not guarantee their safety.

To demonstrate the value and sincerity of these gifts, the Rabbit Tribe leader personally safeguarded them and would hand them to the Ox Tribe leader in person.

During the handover, the leader would entrust the tribe’s most precious “golden items” and his most precious son to the allied tribe in the name of the gods—a name still powerful enough in that era that no one doubted it.

Three thick quilts: one taken, two left.

Of the rabbit skins, half of the pure white went with Feng; one cowhide went with him.

Of fifteen bolts of cloth, Feng took five dyed pieces; the rest remained.

The reason was simple: cloth was precious—one sheep yielded enough fabric for a single garment. Dyed cloth was even more valuable; five pieces were sufficient to show sincerity. Too many would raise doubts about the tribe’s wealth.

Three ox carts: Feng took two for the dowry. The thirty small-tailed sheep stayed, replaced with the tribe’s original sheep. This was Feng’s idea—small-tailed sheep were too fat, obviously not survivors of a famine year. As dowry, they would make the Rabbit Tribe appear suspiciously wealthy.

The oxes were fine, smaller and docile compared to local ones. Feng took two, leaving one to attempt mating with the tribe’s cows to produce obedient, strong offspring.

The Rabbit Tribe had no objections to Feng’s arrangements.

Jiang Jitang listened with great interest. Though limited by the environment, Feng was calm and intelligent, and his future potential was limitless.

After arranging all the dowry, the Rabbit Tribe warriors began preparing: securing the dowry with ropes, covering it with thick straw, and driving out the sheep. They had to reach the Ox Tribe before nightfall—the plains were too dangerous to sleep outside.

“May I go with you? We’ve never attended a wedding here before.” Jiang Jitang asked as preparations neared completion.

“It would be an honor if the divine emissary accompanies us.” The leader readily agreed and even invited them to ride on the ox cart, which they politely declined. Jiang Jitang borrowed a bicycle and smirked at Parsons: “I’ll give you a ride.”

Before he could enjoy his triumph, Parsons picked him up, placing him on the front bar, and naturally rode the bike himself—surprisingly well. Jiang Jitang, crumpled and embarrassed in the front, furiously pounded the handlebars.

“You’re smaller than me; you must listen to me.”

“I’m taller than you.” Parsons looked down, resting his chin lightly on Jiang Jitang’s shoulder, black hair blowing across his face with the scent of a recent bath. “Let’s go.”

“Ahhh—slow down!”

The Rabbit Tribe watched the two playfully riding off and finally shouted in alarm: “Divine emissary, wrong direction!”

On the ox cart, Feng laughed. Their playful antics transformed them from mysterious divine emissaries into just two young men. Thinking of the tribe’s food and the precious dowry, and receiving their blessings along the way, he felt less anxious.

Traveling slowly, enjoying the scenery, they finally entered the Ox Tribe’s territory as the sun reached its zenith.

The journey was surprisingly smooth, encountering neither wandering wild people nor hungry beasts—a credit to Jiang Jitang and Parsons.

“Fierce beasts?” Jiang Jitang heard a new term—does it mean aggressive animals?

The Ox Tribe’s land was much larger. From a distance, they saw armored warriors holding spears, tall and muscular, fitting the stereotype of the Ox Tribe.

Seeing the loaded ox carts and the thirty sheep, the warriors were surprised. One blew a horn shaped like an ox horn twice in a particular rhythm. Soon, a young warrior came out.

If Rabbit Tribe warriors were all long-legged and agile, the Ox Tribe’s were built like armored bulls—massive, muscular. The warrior simply standing there exuded immense strength—one punch could crush a small rabbit, if they hadn’t dodged.

He wore colorful patterned fabric—a type of woven dyed cloth. Unlike the Rabbit Tribe, this tribe was clearly wealthy and powerful.

“I heard distinguished guests have arrived; I’ve come to greet you.” He approached the Rabbit Tribe leader: “I am Sen, Mao’s elder brother.”

The first sentence alone pleased the Rabbit Tribe, showing the Ox Tribe respected them, not dismissing their small tribe.

The Rabbit Tribe leader’s expression visibly improved, introducing Feng. The future brother-in-law and sister-in-law nodded politely.

Jiang Jitang and Parsons had been instructed beforehand to claim they were passing merchants seeking a drink after hearing of the wedding.

Sen subtly assessed their unfamiliar faces. He couldn’t tell their tribal origin but noted they were well-off, calm, neither obsequious merchants nor arrogant aristocrats.

Unable to identify them but unwilling to refuse, Sen smiled and led them into the Ox Tribe, signaling his warriors to watch them.

The Ox Tribe warriors nodded silently, one’s eyes fixed on Jiang Jitang and Parsons.

The Rabbit Tribe was focused on the recently harvested fields and didn’t notice.

“System, giving a gift at someone else’s wedding—is that too much?” Jiang Jitang whispered.

“Not too much, but it must not exceed the task world’s limits.”

“Don’t worry.”

Jiang Jitang produced a box of seawater pearls obtained from the Otter Tribe: “A gift from the two of us.”

Sen accepted the box, opening it. The pearl luster lit up his eyes. Pearls were rare here, away from the sea, yet there were seven.

The best pearls had already been taken by Jiang Jitang, but these, collected and treasured by the Otter Tribe’s small chief, were of good quality.

The Ox Tribe people were straightforward; Sen thanked them on behalf of his sister, noting it was precisely the kind of gift she liked.

Because of this gift, Jiang Jitang and Parsons were immediately upgraded from “freeloaders” to “honored guests.” Sen arranged guest rooms and assigned a half-grown youth to serve them.

Other warriors were tasked with escorting the dowry to the central house where the tribe leader resided.

Sen personally received the Rabbit Tribe leader and Feng, discussing the arriving guests as they walked. Jiang Jitang, standing at a distance with keen ears, eavesdropped on the gossip.

Smaller tribes of the plains—field mice, hedgehogs, gray sparrows—had already arrived; larger tribes would likely arrive before tonight. After all, the official wedding was tomorrow.

While listening, Jiang Jitang observed the surroundings.

They passed the outer cultivation area and the common grass hut area, entering the inner stone-walled center where the Ox Tribe leader and other elites resided. Slaves worked outside the stone wall, naked despite the season, overseen by a stick-wielding foreman.

As the ox-horn sounded, Jiang Jitang turned to see the three-to-four-meter-high wooden central gate slowly opening, revealing a stone-paved path.