From Chief to Ball

The old grandmother coughed, looked at the grass and said: "I was young at that time, and the tribe had just migrated here, and everyone was starving. In order to find food for the tribe, my mother found the kind of tubers that we usually eat , also found this kind, so she died."

"Son, my mother was poisoned to death, but the tribe survived because of another kind of tuber, and firmly remembered that this kind of tuber cannot be eaten. Death is also another kind of survival. The beast you mentioned, eat It will show up after killing the tribe, and then kill it after it appears, the tribe will firmly remember the horror of this beast. And if it does not show up, how can you kill it, how can the tribe remember How about living with such a beast?"

After finishing speaking, the old grandmother stroked Chen Jian's hair, and said lightly: "Son, the snails you mentioned by the Caohe River, I actually ate them and didn't die, but I know there must be a reason for you to say that. It's just After a long time, there will always be people who forget your words and eat them. Even if your words are true, they are not as deep as the memory that death brings to the tribe. Jian, you have to remember that death is not terrible, as long as it can make the tribe Remember one thing, then it's worth it."

Chen Jian looked at the old grandmother with some surprises. He didn't expect the old grandmother to think of this. The old grandmother waved her hand and said, "Go, child, let me see what kind of life our people will live before I die. "

Seeing Chen Jian retreat respectfully, the old grandmother looked at the sky, dazed.She thought of those things when she was a child.

The tribes migrated here, and the old people tried various grasses for their tribe to survive, because young people can still have children, but they are already old.

Many old people died, but more young people survived, and remembered the death and the grass that could not be eaten, so the race continued.

This is survival.The old grandmother looked at Chen Jian's back and murmured to herself: "Son, you haven't seen your relatives die yet, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Far away, Chen Jian seemed to hear the voice of the old grandmother, and looked back, the old grandmother smiled at him, and waved her hand to let him go on.

Chen Jian nodded, walked quickly to the front of the tribe, looked up at the black and white flag, and let go of the childish fantasies that suddenly rose in his heart.

Chen Jian stretched his eyebrows and brought his tribe to the saline-alkali land in Shanyin. Since life must continue, blood and sweat must be shed.

The blood bubbles were worn out and soaked the stone hoes and bone plows, and large pieces of saline-alkali soil were packed into wicker baskets, and he wanted to carry them back.

It is very inconvenient to boil salt here, and since it is not used as an exchange commodity for the time being, it does not need to be boiled too much.

The clansmen of the stone didn't have tools, so they didn't know what to do for a while.Chen Jian signaled for them to work together, and the salt society would distribute the necessary amount for their tribe.

Curiously, the people surnamed Shi learned to use stone hoes and bone plows, and when they left, they carried wicker baskets on their backs. They looked no different from Chen Jian's people.

It was night, and the original clansmen were thinking about everything at home, and didn't want to stay for a moment.The new clansmen wanted to see the village sooner, and they couldn't wait.

Pine torches were set up to illuminate the night sky, and a long dragon meandered towards the Caohe River. At this speed, it would be possible to return to the village at noon tomorrow.

Several people took turns carrying wicker baskets, stepping on the green grass and dew at night, and the moon in the sky was already full, pushing away the clouds to illuminate the way home for the clansmen.

The home is in the front and the road extends to the back.

Looking back, the dew-dropped grass meanders out a vague road, leading directly to the dark mountain peak.

At noon, when they saw the white smoke rising from the village, the clansmen quickened their pace again.

When they saw the village, the people in the village also saw them and greeted them from a distance.

Yu Qian'er was followed by two little wolf cubs, accompanying her, following the pace of the hostess with their short legs, welcoming the new family members.

She ran behind Chen Jianjian, and stretched out her hand to support the wicker basket behind Chen Jian, but she didn't know that all the strength that was originally scattered on her back was pressed on her brother's shoulders, which made it even heavier.

Chen Jian just took a deep breath, straightened his body with all his strength, and didn't tell his sister the truth that he was more tired now.

"Brother, brother, have new family members come? We heated up the kang, and we are waiting for you to come back. There is hot water in the pottery basin, and salt was added to it, but I accidentally added too much. salty."

She held the bottom of the wicker basket vigorously, and said in a cackle: "Also, there was a civet cat who came to catch the dodo bird last night, but it was chased away by the little wolves. I have been chasing it for a long time. Its tail, it still wants to bite me."

These are trivial matters, but the clansmen next to them listened with gusto and asked about the size of the civet cat.

"Brother, my aunts and I hoeed the grass in the yard, and carried back the stones in wicker baskets, paved it all over, and there was sand from the river on it, and it was soft to step on, just like stepping on grass. Same as above. Um... By the way, last night I caught fish in a wicker basket, and there was a red one, which was beautiful, and I put it in the pond. I saw it swimming in the water in the morning, you will see later Go and have a look, it still has a beard."

The old grandmother walked up to Yuqian'er, stretched out her hand to pull Yuqian'er's braids and pulled her aside, and didn't tell her the truth that it was more tiring to support her brother. She asked her some other things, which made the rattling voice stop.

Chen Jian pointed to a row of houses in front, and said to the new tribe: "That is our home. Go, go and see our home, and put the basket here."

Those people couldn't wait a long time ago, put down the wicker baskets, and rushed to the front of the house like a rabbit, looking up.

Stepping on the fine river sand, or standing by the pool and looking at the tip of the lotus leaf protruding from the water and the fish in the water, you will be amazed.

Shitou's little daughter held her mother's hand, and led her to look at the string of porcelain wind chimes on the roof.

Under the thatched cover under the wind chimes, two black swallows are pecking at their new home with soil.

"Mom, look, those birds are building their nests."

Shitou raised his head and looked curiously at the string of broken enamel pottery shards shining in the sun. He felt a little dizzy and covered his eyes with his hands, only then could he see the two black swallows clearly.

So he picked up his daughter, pointed to the two swallows and said, "Yes, we are going to build our own nest."

"Is it the same as these houses? Even the jingle thing?"

Shi Shi was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Chen Jian, she didn't even know why the thing was making a tinkling sound with the wind.

Chen Jian walked to the side, picked up the little girl and said, "Yes, there will be that jingling thing, just like these houses."

Chapter 30 Pound

Life is done, not spoken.Swallows know how to build spring nests.

It's just that they were a little tired after traveling for two days, so Chen Jian asked his clansmen to rest first.

Living in a warm room, every room is full of people.

The old people and children of the tribe surnamed Shi also live in it, but the young people will rest under the thatched hut where they eat.

He didn't sow seeds this time, so he wasn't very tired. He took Yuqian'er and a few younger brothers to find a large bluestone slab in the rock pile under the cliff. They carried it back together and stood on it. The most conspicuous place in the yard.

I drew a round moon on the top row of the bluestone slab with charcoal. The moon last night was round, and I used this to replace the date.

On the bottom, words or pictures such as fish, deer, sheep, and tubers were written vertically, and a simple stone plate was made.

"Yuqian, from now on, I will look at the moon every night and draw the appearance of the moon. Then write down the quantity of food every day and make a record."

Chen Jian also had a deep meaning in doing this, and recorded it so that Yu Qian'er could learn how to plan and distribute, and also know how much food is left in the tribe.The amount of food determines tomorrow's work: is fishing and hunting the primary industry to ensure survival?Or can we free up time to develop the secondary industry?

Yu Qian'er understood that this was the same as the old grandmother's knotting method, but after thinking about it, she still expressed her doubts.

"Brother, there are big and small fish, dozens of small fish can't eat enough for a big fish, so what should I do? Do I have to keep track of how many?"

Chen Jian looked at his sister with a smile and asked, "Then what do you say?"

"I do not know."

Yu Qian'er grabbed her braids and shook her little head, which she would do whenever she couldn't figure it out.

Chen Jian took the small ladder, took a piece of bacon hanging from the thatched shed, took out a stone knife and handed it to Yuqian'er, saying, "Of course there are other ways. How about this, you cut it with a knife, and you can cut a piece about I can eat enough."

Yu Qian'er took the stone knife, looked at this smoked pork leg, thought about it, and cut off a large piece of it.

"Well, these will be enough to eat. But you can't eat enough."

"That's right, so if you are full, it's not about how many fish you eat, but how many fish you eat. Are you right?"