Dream Delivery System: My Delivery Jobs Keep Changing History – CH156

Chapter 156

They left Backup Tribe No. 1 and headed to No. 2, which was surrounded by mountains.

As soon as they arrived, Jiang Jitang saw aristocratic children beating up civilian children, with older warriors helping them. The surrounding commoners could only swallow their anger.

Such a tiny tribe, yet with such strict class hierarchy—if Little Moon came here, wouldn’t he be bullied to death?

“Next.”
After two failures in a row, he was already mentally prepared to scrap everything and start searching for a suitable tribe from scratch.

The third backup tribe was on a high slope. The settlement was built around the hill, with stone houses of all sizes from the foot to the top. Though the houses became larger and more elaborate higher up, the gap wasn’t as glaring as in the previous tribes.

He also saw children playing grass-sliding. Some wore leather skirts, some cloth clothes, and they used all kinds of homemade sliding boards to enjoy rushing downhill. But because of the helicopter’s appearance, the warriors rushed over to protect them.

“Huh?”

Perhaps because the previous two tribes were so disappointing, this one felt unexpectedly refreshing to Jiang Jitang. He looked down and saw people hiding in an orderly manner, warriors with different totems gathering together and watching the helicopter circling above with vigilance.

The helicopter circled again and again, examining the tribe’s planting areas, livestock pens, and the three water sources that had been secured.

“Little Moon, do you like a place like this?”

Moon didn’t know. He rarely appeared under sunlight and seldom interacted with children his age. But he could feel Jiang Jitang’s satisfaction, so he nodded.

“Don’t be so obedient. If you don’t like it, you should refuse.”
How could Jiang Jitang not see through him? He rubbed the boy’s head. “Let’s go down and take a look.”

The helicopter landed on the flat ground before the hill. Warriors raised their weapons, blocking the path between the helicopter and the hill. Archers were already in position.

Though they had never seen such a fearsome beast before, when a beast was at one’s gate, it meant either fortune or catastrophe.

But what they saw next stunned them—two men came down carrying a child. Their colorful clothes, striking faces, and extraordinary demeanor made it clear they were no ordinary people.

“Could they have tamed that vicious beast?” the strongest warrior muttered to himself—then trembled at his own words.

Such beasts were impossible to tame. They were proud and would submit to no living creature, including humans. If these people had truly subdued such a beast… how terrifying would they be?

While everyone hesitated in confusion and fear, Jiang Jitang waved his hand—putting the helicopter away. A collective gasp erupted: “W–Where did it go? How did it disappear?!”

When the three approached, the warrior in front stuttered, “Wh–Who goes there?!”

It had been so long since Jiang Jitang heard this barbarian-world dialect that he almost felt nostalgic. He smiled. “Who is your tribe leader? I’d like to meet them.”

The warrior didn’t dare decide and immediately reported upward.

The tribe leader and other senior members had been watching. After hearing the request, they discussed it briefly. These visitors arrived with overwhelming force and mysterious abilities. If a conflict started, the outcome wouldn’t be good. Their flying beast could circle overhead—if it wanted to attack, it wouldn’t even need to land. A few stones thrown down would cause massive losses. Perhaps… they really came with business?

So they decided to let them through.

Jiang Jitang carried the child into the largest stone chamber—the tribe’s administrative hall—under the gaze of countless warriors.

“May I ask why you two have come?” the tribe leader asked carefully.

Jiang Jitang looked at the gray-haired leader. He didn’t know her totem, but she was clearly a warrior in her prime—strong, respected, and authoritative.

Another advantage: the tribe leader was competent and young enough to maintain stability for years to come—an ideal condition for a child to grow safely.

He was very satisfied, and his smile became more genuine.

“We’ve come to find a family for this child.”

Only then did everyone notice the boy in his arms—wearing precious colorful cloth and tiny leather boots, looking like a baby under one year old. When they removed the sun-shielding hat, they saw he was a frail albino child.

The tribe leader tried to recall, but she couldn’t think of anyone who’d given birth to an albino child and abandoned them.

In this primitive world, human fertility was low except for certain totems. Even disabled infants were raised carefully. Albino children simply couldn’t see sunlight but could still craft tools indoors. Why would anyone abandon one?

“This… Our tribe doesn’t have—”

“You misunderstand. We don’t mean his parents are here. We mean—we hope to find him new parents. Raising a child requires energy and materials, and it’s early winter now—the coldest season, when food is scarce. So we’ve prepared supplies and other gifts.” Jiang Jitang explained.

The tribe leader examined the pair. The shorter man was noble and flawless—skin white as snow, hands soft with no calluses—clearly pampered and untouched by hardship.
The taller one, wrapped up tightly, still had an aura sharp enough to reveal he was a powerful warrior.

These two… how could they possibly be unable to raise a child?

Jiang Jitang understood her confusion. He patted the boy’s head.

“For certain reasons, we cannot keep Moon with us long-term. So we wish to find him a tribe that respects elders and children, and a pair of parents willing to care for him. That is why we’ve come.”

Everyone understood. So that long flight above their tribe… was scouting for adoptive parents?

A female warrior beside the tribe leader studied Moon. He was clean, pretty, though thin—he’d need more meat.

A healthy, beautiful child—she was extremely tempted.

And not just her. Fertility was low, child survival was lower, and raising a child required collective effort. Humans were genetically predisposed to love children.

If they had spare resources, most households would gladly raise another child.

Seeing this, the tribe leader—who welcomed new members—asked, “May I know your requirements?”

“His totem is the clouded leopard. If possible, we hope at least one parent has a clouded leopard totem.”

The warrior beside the leader brightened; she herself had that totem.

She waited for the next requirement.

“The child is special. We hope his future parents have gentle personalities and enough capability to raise him.”

“Of course,” the leader nodded. Anyone without the ability to raise a child wasn’t qualified to adopt.

“Lastly, we hope the child chooses for himself.”

This surprised everyone—Moon was far too young to understand anything. Most felt adults should decide, not the child.

Since both sides were willing, the tribe leader quickly found several families who met the criteria—each with a clouded leopard totem parent and stable temperament.

This included the female warrior’s family.

Jiang Jitang eliminated single-parent candidates, too old or too young parents, leaving three couples. He spoke with each family, asking about their lives and observing their behavior.

He explained Moon’s condition—unable to face sunlight, unable to become a warrior, unable to contribute much.

Raising a child was tiring. Raising Moon would be even harder. If they weren’t prepared, they should withdraw early.

All three families accepted. Two couples even brought their children—one child shyly hid behind his parents, another enthusiastically waved at Moon.

Seeing everything was fine, Jiang Jitang set Moon down and let him choose.

Moon looked at the three unfamiliar couples, clutching Jiang Jitang’s sleeve. But he knew this was the best arrangement. Finally, he let go and walked slowly to the couple with the most children—the female warrior’s family.

Before the adults spoke, their two sons cheered: “I have a little brother now! I’m an older brother!”

Moon had never met such enthusiastic peers. Instinctively, he turned and hugged Jiang Jitang tightly, before slowly peeking out.

“I’ve always wanted a little clouded leopard baby—now my wish has come true,” the warrior woman said happily.

Her husband, also a warrior, scratched his head shyly. “Our two little troublemakers now have a clouded leopard brother.”

Both were strong beast-totem warriors, good at hunting, never short of food—no wonder they were so healthy.

Children befriended children quickly. Moon warmed up to his new brothers, listening to them chatter excitedly. The worry faded from between his brows, replaced by innocent joy.

Seeing this, Jiang Jitang finally relaxed. It seemed they were a family he could entrust Moon to. Everything looked promising—for now at least.

“Thank you for helping arrange this,” Jiang Jitang said, giving the tribe leader a prepared gift.

She weighed the cloth-wrapped bundle—long and heavy. Dried meat?
But when she opened it, a brilliant golden sword gleamed inside, engraved with intricate patterns and shining in the firelight.

“T–This is too precious!”

She tried returning it, but Jiang Jitang pressed it back into her hands. For someone who looked thin, his strength was incredible.

“A fine sword for a hero. This suits the tribe leader perfectly.”

He then turned to the clouded leopard–black bear couple.

“This child will be in your care.”

“It’s our duty,” the female warrior replied boldly.

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Jitang produced wheat, brown sugar, sausages, jars of salt, pottery, cloth, quilts, cotton clothing, leather boots, and lambskin vests.
“These are for the child. Please don’t refuse. Raising a child is time-consuming and difficult. Winter makes food scarce—this is only a small supplement.”

“Only a supplement?”
Everyone stared. This was enough for two or three children, not one.

The female warrior didn’t stand on ceremony. “Don’t worry—we’ll use all of it for him.”

“Thank you. Where is your home? I have more things.”

More?
Even the tribe leader was shocked now. Where did this child come from—some super-tribe with endless supplies?

She said, “Her home is nearby. Let’s help transport these.”

A crowd carried the items to the couple’s three-room stone house midway up the mountain.

Inside, everything was neat and orderly. The children’s room was filled with toys—wooden, ceramic, stone—Moon stared wide-eyed.

Other tribe members sneaked peeks. What they saw next stunned them—one of the guests stood by the stone wall, waved his hand, and produced nine saplings.

The people didn’t recognize them—no fruit, unfamiliar leaves.

“These are fruit trees,” Jiang Jitang said lightly. Meaning—they were planting trees for Moon, so he would have fruit every year.

Parsons picked up a shovel.

The crowd, fascinated by the tool, rushed over to help dig.

They soon dug nine holes. Jiang Jitang planted each sapling and infused them with life energy, worried they might not survive the winter.

But he wasn’t done. He produced a garden hut, placed it among the trees, then pulled out bamboo poles to build a chicken coop.

Again, volunteers rushed to help.

A bamboo fence soon formed. Jiang Jitang released ten fat chickens inside.

“These are the only two bags of feed we brought. They won’t last long—you’ll need to handle the rest. Moon is your family now. The fruit and eggs—everything—will be your family’s property.”

Of course… only if they continued to treat Moon as family.

The warrior woman could only nod blankly. “Okay…”

Her husband scratched his head. “This… is too much.”

The couple felt overwhelmed—Moon was tiny, easy to raise, yet they were receiving so much and even gaining the title of parents. It made them uneasy.

But the tribe leader understood. This grand display was meant to ensure Moon wouldn’t be mistreated. Even in the worst-case scenario—if the couple grew greedy and tried claiming all the goods—the child would still have the trees and chickens to support himself. And she, as leader, had accepted an enormous gift—she couldn’t allow injustice with so many witnesses.

Even in the worst case… Moon would survive well.

These two men had considered everything—every scenario, even the darkest possibilities.
What she couldn’t understand was—why didn’t they raise him themselves? Was there some unspeakable difficulty?

Thinking of Jiang Jitang’s mysterious power and the strange beast earlier, the tribe leader suddenly realized something.
Her expression grew more serious—and more respectful.

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