Cang Xuan raised his hand and pressed it, and everyone fell silent. He continued: "This winter will be colder than previous years. If we don't save enough food, everyone will starve to death. Besides -"
His eyes flicked to me again, not looking away this time.
"Yuntang."
My back tightened.
"You have been an adult for three months, and you have not yet independently collected qualified rations." Cang Xuan's voice was emotionless. "If you don't submit enough food for three days in this competition, next spring, I will marry you to the Black Iron Tribe."
"Hahaha..."
A burst of undisguised ridicule erupted all around.
The tall woman added loudly in the crowd: "Chief, the Black Iron Tribe may even despise her! With her body, someone can knock three of them away with one punch!"
