From Chief to Ball

"Okay then, but by the time you want to move out, there may be no better land available."

"We won't move out. Living in a house is like living in a cave. We don't want to hand over our own things to any tribe."

"hope so."

Chen Jian waved his hand, motioning for a clansman to lead them to find the vacated cave.Wanting to enjoy rights without paying obligations, there is no such good thing in this world.

This tribe only heard about Song's life in the tribe, but the contact time was too short, and they didn't have an intuitive impression. In addition, the matter of the Meteor tribe made them feel worried, so they chose to leave.

However, Chen Jian was sure that these people would move out in a short time.

Of course, they will not cherish taking the initiative to let them live a good life and integrate into their own tribe. Only after hardships and hardships and an intuitive comparison with the life of the village, they will understand that the choice today is wrong.

Pay one out of ten, and serve corvée, which is better than picking up acorns in the mountains and forests.It's a pity that now is not the time for the wheat to be yellow, otherwise just a wheat field would be enough to break the psychological defense of this tribe.

Chapter 36 Five Soldiers

Before winter wheat turns yellow, there will always be a heavy snowfall.Twenty days after the tribe left, the first winter snow finally fell.

This was the first snow after Chen Jian came to this world. The north wind was blowing hard, blowing the two rattan ropes in front of the house, making a whining sound.

All kinds of animals draw various pictures on the snow, plum blossoms of wolves, maple leaves of geese, hearts of sheep... only the bamboo leaves and crescent moons are missing.

There were no human footprints outside the village, and the people of those ten tribes had gone back to the mountains as early as when the weather turned cloudy.There are also my mother and sisters in the mountains who are pregnant and need someone to take care of them.

The trench was dug before the snow as scheduled, and the soil was piled on the inside of the trench. The city wall was far away, and we had to wait until the snow melted.

In the moat near the Caohe River, two red brick buildings rose from the ground, higher than other houses.

A school, a sacrifice.

These are the only two masonry houses in the entire village so far, and they are different in terms of height and materials.

The few masons in the family have not used bricks and stones to build the level of the dome, but the roof is still made of mortise and tenon wooden frames and thatch bark.

The sacrificial hall is empty, except for one flag, which has not been sorted out yet.

There are already children's voices in the school.The slightly older children of the fourteen tribes gathered here, and through the thatch-woven doors and windows, they could be heard raggedly chant one, two, three, four.

Yuqian'er and her brothers and sisters of the same clan acted as the children's teachers. There are not many things to teach every day, as long as these children can count a few times a day.

After the wheat is yellow, they need to go to the fields to learn how to harvest; when the weather is not cold, they need to learn how to knead pottery; they even need to learn how to manage slaves, how to make slaves work more without resisting.

And these are not things that children like Yu Qian'er can teach.

She became a little impatient after teaching for a few days. Chen Jian did not play with them these days. Instead, he and a few others found a piece of quartz stone the size of a horned deer outside the village, and built a small stove nearby.

The charcoal was also sent there along with five pieces of loose ironware, and the sound of stone hammers hitting those irons could be heard every day, clanging.

When you get close, you can still hear the sound of wheezing and wheezing, and I don't know if it is the bellows or the person pulling the bellows.

The iron is still the same, but after nearly 20 days of beating, the shape has changed.

Chen Jian couldn't tell whether these were pig iron, wrought iron, or steel, and he never thought that these iron objects could be unparalleled in sharpness. He just hoped that these iron objects could grow with his tribe and civilization, and countless people would work together to build a future. A legend that can be accompanied by wine.

It is enough to have a story, so why be sharp?

One day after the snow, the clansmen gathered near the school, and the snow on the ground had already been cleared away.

Since yesterday, the sound of tinkling irons outside the village has stopped. Everyone knows that those people have forged five weapons, and they want to know what they are.

The women sat around the fire, in groups of several, chatting and winding the twine; the men mended the fishing nets with ceramic shuttles, looked up at Chen Jian at the front, and wondered what he had hit.

Chen Jian took out the first iron implement, which was a bit black in color, only slightly longer than the palm of his hand, and very slender.

There is no pattern on it, but it looks like a wooden hairpin on a woman's head.

"This sword, named Chaizan, is given to my sisters."

"This is a hairpin. It can be adorned with emerald stones. It will be very attractive and your lover will like it. But it can also pierce the throat of the enemy!"

"If one day, our men are all dead and can no longer protect you. I hope that the sisters can pull out the hairpins from the buns they combed. Use the hairpins to stab the throats of the enemies who slaughtered your brothers and lovers."

The women froze for a moment, touched their buns unnaturally, and looked at the brothers sitting beside them, and then they were relieved.

Chen Jian took out a second iron implement.

It is only the size of a palm, and it is very small. It looks like a willow leaf, very thin and sharp, and the place that has been sanded and stoned shines with a dazzling cold light.

"This sword is called Thrush. Give it to my brothers."

"I hope the sisters will never use the hairpin because we will protect them."

"I hope that every time you go to war, you can come back alive. Put your arms around the women who slept with you, sit on the wall of the village, watch the sunset, or sing songs. Women may pillow on your lap Basking in the sun, maybe you'll trim her brows with your sword, or comb their ragged hair."

"I hope my brothers can touch women's hair pins and tell them that they are just hair pins and will never be stained with blood because the man is still there."

The third sword is slightly longer, but only one side has a blade, more than three fingers wide.

"This one is called fish intestines."

"It's not a sword, it's a knife. It can cut meat, fish fillets, and fruits, but it can also kill people. I hope everyone can eat thinly sliced ​​fish and meat slices as thin as a cicada's wings. I hope that everyone will have such a handle in their hands in the future, which proves that we can eat meat and fish every day, and we don’t need it to eat acorns.”

"If one day we become slaves, those people may confiscate our weapons, not even a meat knife."

"I hope that one day, people in the future will be able to hide this sword in the belly of the fish, avoiding their eyes. Waiting for them to fall asleep, pull out the fish intestines, and stab the enemy's heart."

He put down the fish intestines and took out the fourth weapon.

The fourth one was not a sword, not even a knife, but a crescent-like iron piece with a foot-long wooden handle on the back. The clansmen recognized it, it was somewhat similar to a stone sickle.

"This one is called Ji Lian."

"It is the sickle for harvesting wheat. Our hands can hold the sword and spear tightly, and we can also hold the wooden handle of the sickle."

"Sword and spear, protect our millet from being eaten by wild beasts and looted by enemies."

"Ji Lian, protect our Ji Mai from being drenched by heavy rain and blown away by cold wind."

"I hope that one day, our descendants will be able to spread the wheat beans wherever they can be grown, wielding the sickle, and take the wheat beans back to the warehouse before the heavy rain falls."

"I hope that everyone who grows wheat beans wears the same bun as us, speaks the same words as us, and waves the same shape of sickle."

Chen Jian paused, and pulled out the last sword from the sheath. It was forged with that crooked knife, two fingers wide and two feet long.

The whole sword is black, without even a sharp edge, and the hilt is not decorated with antlers, pig teeth and emerald stones, only a simple wooden handle.

"This sword is called Wufeng."