Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH130

Chapter 130

Inside the stone walls, it was lively. Envoys from other tribes who had arrived early were already settled in.

On the way, Jiang Jitang had asked whether previous weddings of the Ox Tribe chieftain’s children had ever been this grand. The Rabbit Tribe chieftain said no; the last time they had been invited to the Ox Tribe was for the wedding of the current Ox Tribe chieftain himself.

Jiang Jitang also asked whether the Ox Tribe chieftain was exceptionally capable, having recently expanded his territory and increased his population. The Rabbit Tribe chieftain said yes.

As they chatted along the way, Jiang Jitang also learned that on this plain, there was another powerful tribe, the Lion Tribe, which was also expanding outward.

Sandwiched between the Ox Tribe and the Lion Tribe, small tribes like the Rabbit Tribe lived in daily unease. If a conflict broke out between the two large tribes, the small tribes nearby would suffer, even if they themselves were unaffected.

Jiang Jitang realized that this wedding was largely a show of the Ox Tribe’s current strength—a display meant to make others submit without a fight.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the Rabbit Tribe warriors drove the ox carts to the largest stone building. They knew the Ox Tribe chieftain was already standing at the steps by the door, accompanied by a woman in a long dress with bronze ornaments.

Next to the woman stood a girl who resembled her—a typical Ox Tribe warrior, broad-shouldered and sturdy, eyes sparkling as she looked at Feng. She was likely Feng’s fiancée, Mao. “Mao,” meaning flourishing vegetation, indicated that this girl was highly valued.

Nearby were envoys from other tribes, their attire slightly different from that of the Ox Tribe.

With all eyes upon them, it was the perfect moment. The Rabbit Tribe chieftain brought out a box hollowed from a solid piece of wood and, in a humble posture, approached the Ox Tribe chieftain.

A warrior stepped forward, but the Ox Tribe chieftain waved him off: “He is my brother from the Rabbit Tribe. To see him is to see me. No disrespect.”

The warrior bowed his head and stepped back.

With the Ox Tribe chieftain showing this respect, the Rabbit Tribe chieftain immediately felt much more at ease.

Today, in the name of the gods, he was giving his most precious son along with valuable treasures to the Ox Tribe, to demonstrate sincerity.

He was no saint and did love treasures, but he knew he could not keep them. So he entrusted them to someone who could safeguard them and maximize their value.

Bowing was not easy. Everyone had pride, and so did the Rabbit Tribe chieftain, especially in front of his child. But for Feng’s future and the tribe’s future, he had to do it—and do it happily.

Feng blinked, a hint of moisture in his eyes, but quickly suppressed it, flashing the same smile as his father.

After today, the Rabbit Tribe could hopefully face the winter with peace of mind.

The Rabbit Tribe chieftain walked down to the steps before the Ox Tribe chieftain, addressing him respectfully while lifting the cloth from the box to reveal its contents.

The items were all industrially made. The bronze objects were rigid in shape, and the jade carvings lacked fluidity, but in this wild age, these were still impressive.

Bronze, a symbol of power for the elite.

Jade, precious stone, an accessory for nobles.

These gifts delighted the Ox Tribe chieftain. He descended the steps and clasped the Rabbit Tribe chieftain’s hands, signaling through action that they were now close allies: the Rabbit Tribe’s difficulties were the Ox Tribe’s difficulties.

Envoys from other tribes could not hide their surprise: the silent Rabbit Tribe had been hiding such valuable treasures.

The bronze items were sharp and gleamed with inherent sacredness. Both the Ox Tribe and Lion Tribe sought rare bronze, comtasking artisans to craft exquisite items to display their wealth and power. The Rabbit Tribe wasn’t even qualified to use such fine items.

Had they known earlier, they might have tried to “trade” for these treasures with food or force. But now the Rabbit Tribe was marrying into the Ox Tribe and offering their treasures in the name of the gods—no chance for them.

With the bronze and jade gifts presented first, the subsequent dowry items—textiles, pottery—were less eye-catching. At most, people might comment that the Rabbit Tribe chieftain cared so much for his son to give so much.

Yet it showed the sincerity behind this wedding, and their unwavering choice of the Ox Tribe over the Lion Tribe.

The Ox Tribe chieftain was very pleased and decided to double the wedding gift for his daughter and son-in-law.

Once the formalities ended, it was time for the two tribes to discuss wedding details, and outsiders were expected to step back. Envoys from smaller tribes left discreetly, while Jiang Jitang and the Rabbit Tribe chieftain waved and followed an Ox Tribe youth to the “guest rooms.”

They didn’t know what kind of treatment a box of pearls would earn them.

“Wow,” Jiang Jitang said, standing before a grass-roofed hut with a wooden frame and mud-brick walls.

Through the wide-open door, he could see two beds stacked with fresh hay, and a fire pit with a small flame, over which a wooden stick held a cooking pot.

It looked even better than the Rabbit Tribe chieftain’s residence, not to mention the common rabbits living in dugout homes.

He had always wondered how they secured grass as a roof. Now he knew.

In this Rouge World, people tied grass into bundles, stacking them from bottom to top in a fish-scale pattern, securing each stack with ropes and branches, and weighing them down with stones. A thick, waterproof roof was the result.

The wide eaves likely protected the mud walls from rain.

The walls weren’t truly made of mud bricks. They used wood to build a foundation and frame, fitted wattle walls, coated with thick mud, let it dry, added another layer, and finally sprinkled with stone powder or other materials.

The benefit was simplicity; the drawback was instability—they needed annual repairs.

“I remember early medieval peasants built houses like this. Didn’t expect these people to live a medieval lifestyle,” Jiang Jitang muttered to Parsons.

Parsons, meanwhile, kept an eye on the Ox Tribe warriors following them. Conflicts were unlikely, but they needed to be prepared to break through if necessary.

Even a simple grass hut required tools and effort. The wood frame alone would keep Rabbit Tribe workers busy.

The guide boy, somewhat envious, said the room was prepared for them as esteemed guests, and later meals would be available at the plaza, either to fetch themselves or have him bring.

Jiang Jitang said they preferred to fetch the food themselves and would like to explore the Ox Tribe afterward.

The boy returned after two minutes, saying all areas except the granary were open to explore.

“Thank you,” Jiang Jitang said, handing over a small sugar tangerine as a gift.

The boy, flustered, blushed and thanked him.

Jiang Jitang peeled one himself, eating half and feeding Parsons the other half: “Sweet, right? I think Sister Xia gave this to me, and I forgot to eat it.”

The sugar tangerine was very sweet. Parsons savored the taste, finally feeling a sense of reality. Honestly, since arriving in this world, he had felt like he was in a game dungeon.

But these people weren’t NPCs—they were truly alive.

With the sun at its peak, everyone except warriors and slaves sought shade. Jiang Jitang and Parsons, dressed oddly and standing out, strolled outside, taking photos with their unusual DSLR cameras.

The warriors watched vigilantly. Seeing no threatening weapons, their gaze softened slightly.

After more than an hour, the two circled the accessible outskirts, photographing many faces. As the sun moved west, they were about to return to the temporary rooms when a commotion arose at the main gate.

A group of Ox Tribe warriors entered, carrying an unusually large animal, cheered by the crowd with rhythmic “hu-ha” chants.

Out of curiosity, they approached, sending the boy to investigate.

“Warriors have returned from hunting a fierce beast!” the boy reported excitedly. This rare beast might become the main dish for tomorrow’s wedding. Even if he didn’t get to eat it, he was genuinely happy for the tribe’s strength.

“Fierce beast,” Jiang Jitang thought—he had heard the term again.

“What kind of beast is it? Do you know?” he asked the boy, smiling as if testing him.

“Shi Tou knows it!” the boy named Shi Tou replied defiantly, “Rabbit head, leopard tail, called ‘Roar.’ Its taste is sweet, and it makes one feel light after eating.”

“…System, is this a wild version of the Classic of Mountains and Seas?” Although it differed from the classic text, describing monsters as food and commenting on taste and effect was very similar.

The system didn’t respond. Jiang Jitang asked the boy: “Have you eaten it?”

“The young tribe chief once gave a piece to Sister A, Shi Tou got a bowl of soup from it,” the boy said, licking his lips nostalgically.

Jiang Jitang felt an itch of curiosity and nudged Parsons with his elbow.

Though saying nothing, their glance communicated instantly: wants to try it, should we bring one back?

Comparing their combat strength to the Ox Tribe warriors, Parsons nodded. They could do it—what they could, he could; what they couldn’t, he could.

Receiving the reply, Jiang Jitang turned his golden-eye wrist device, planning to spend points to buy the most effective sedative. One voucher per dose—he had to maximize its value.

A wedding was only one day of fun; the next two days would be for hunting.

At dusk, in the central square, a whole animal was roasted over a fire, seasoned with salt as it cooked. The aroma was rich and pervasive.

Small tribes, often struggling to even eat, stared intently, drooling at the sight.

Seeing this, the Ox Tribe young chief, Sen, felt proud. This was just ordinary meat—imagine tomorrow with the fierce beast.

However, the next moment, he saw Jiang Jitang and Parsons.

Parsons chewed calmly on the half-cooked meat. Jiang Jitang held a piece, his disdain almost palpable.

Animals that ran daily didn’t have the tender meat of farmed livestock. Biting it, teeth threatened to shatter, and without proper bleeding, the meat had a strong gamy smell that salt alone couldn’t mask.

Unable to endure, Jiang Jitang got a three-legged clay pot, set charcoal beneath, filled it with water, and added garlic, ginger, and salt. Considering the gamy smell, he added star anise, perilla leaves, and fennel.

Though technically rule-breaking, the system always turned a blind eye to such things.

Parsons didn’t participate in this—his task was to slice the meat thinly. His cuts were precise, one millimeter thick, translucent.

As the water boiled, the fragrant spices filled the air. Jiang Jitang placed the semi-cooked meat slices in the water. They floated, rolling gently, blending the meat aroma with the spices.

“Smells amazing.”

“What is this? The fragrance is overwhelming.”

People from this Rouge World had sensitive palates. They immediately noticed Jiang Jitang and Parsons cooking in the corner, seeing the trembling slices of meat Jiang Jitang handled with sticks.

“Ah,” Jiang Jitang signaled Parsons to eat first.

Parsons leaned forward, biting a slice. Juice dripped onto the ground.

Slurping sounds echoed in unison around them.