It would be a long story to talk about this matter!
The chaos of heaven and earth has been opened, and the dust of all ages has settled. Mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, flowers, plants and trees, birds and beasts. Only humans have developed wisdom, used wood and stone with tools, cultivated, hunted, enlightened, and multiplied.
Over millions of years, birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups. Human tribes gradually form. Utensils, languages, and recipes continue to evolve and enrich, and the population develops and gradually grows. Finally, large tribes appear, and conflicts between primitive large groups become increasingly prominent. Dominance, competition, and enslavement lead to a sharp increase in people's private thoughts. Between the strong and the weak, snobbish groups gradually emerge.
Between the mountains and fields, there are clear streams and deep ravines, but it is the road of blood and tears that the Wolf tribe has walked. The fertile ancestral land has been coveted by foreign tribes for a long time. After four consecutive battles, they suffered heavy casualties. The tribe was exhausted and was forced to move south.
After a journey of ups and downs, blood and tears, we finally found a basin between a towering mountain range and a group of hills. The land was fertile, the mountains and forests were dense, and the products were abundant. There was no foreign interference, so in the blink of an eye, it took hundreds of years to take root.
Until one day, a wise man from the tribe returned from his travels and brought back an orphan of unknown origin...
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