Youxiong Capital City Hall.
Ji Lian had long since turned gray-haired, now at death's door.
He leaned against the wall, his wife and children gathered beside him.
In this era, people gave birth quickly, with most having their children by age twelve or thirteen.
Living to Ji Lian's age meant at least five generations under one roof.
Some of his grandchildren had already passed away.
Few of his sons remained, and the rare surviving ones were born within the last few decades.
Ji Lian's eyes brimmed with recollection.
He vaguely remembered it as forty years ago.
The East Lord brought grains and seeds, delivered fire and homes.
This drastically increased lifespans.
Over the past forty-plus years, Youxiong Country's population swelled to 300,000.
Before the East Lord had come, even tribes of over a thousand people were considered vast.
But now, with 300,000 citizens, this was entirely unprecedented.
