From Chief to Ball

Heaven and earth are furnaces, good fortune is work, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper.

The copper furnace of clay can change ore into copper, and the copper furnace of heaven and earth is also changing the clansman. My own hands are changing life and melting myself. Unknowingly, it is completely different from before.

They lived in houses, planted wheat beans, dug city walls, dug ditches, supported boats, and lined up... Some people even could tell whether they belonged to their clan or from the clan, and began to fantasize about being with the opposite sex they liked. They live together every night and only let each other sleep with themselves.

The flames in this copper furnace not only melted and cast in the villages, but also followed the footsteps of the 13 people, and burned the flames to the mountains and forests to the east.

Song didn't know that the people of the tribe had created something he hadn't seen before. When he left, the trench hadn't been dug yet. In the cold wind, he fantasized about the changes in the village after returning. It seemed that his body wasn't so cold anymore.

The women were wrapped in thick fur and sat on the grass sledge, looking at the autumn yellow mountains in the distance, asking how far it was to reach another tribe.

It's not for warming up by the fire in other tribes, but only when they come to the tribe, will someone be amazed by their clothes and can show their beauty.

They don't like the sky and the wild grass, they don't have eyes, and they don't know how to admire.

In the past ten days, they and Song traveled through six tribes.

Seeing those women wrapped in animal skins, bare-chested, and dark-faced, seemed to see themselves before Xinghuang.

So they cherished the clothes on their bodies even more, and stroked the marks drawn by the twine on their fingertips, and it seemed that they didn't hurt at all.

Song and a few men walked in the front, looked at a wisp of smoke rising from a distance, turned around and said, "Come down, let's tidy up our clothes and hair, and walk over."

The women jumped down, took out the white rabbit leather shoes, put them on carefully, tied the three-color rope, and inserted the malachite-encrusted step rocks in their hair. They found a creek and washed their cheeks with soap, looking at the reflection reluctantly. leave.

Under Song's urging, they carefully avoided the autumn mud, and saw a few men carrying two rabbits from a distance.

Those people had their hair covered, they had no bows and arrows in their hands, only stone spears, and they had a piece of animal skin around their bodies.

After seeing Song and the others, these people were so frightened that they immediately hid behind the tree, looking at these strange people and the tall animal in horror.

"Is that a person?"

"Is it? You see they are also standing, still holding things in their hands."

"But why don't they wear animal skins? What are those crooked sticks like the moon on their backs for?"

A few people hid behind the tree, observing the people in the distance, until the pine made a primitive gesture of favor, and barked a few times, these few people stood out from behind the tree, and slammed the rabbits Hold it in your hand, for fear that the other party will snatch it away.

The strange man in their eyes had one more non-animal skin garment than them, but the women wore completely different clothes from their own sisters.

The hair is smooth and tied together, and the green stones on it are shining in the sun, making people naturally fix their eyes on the shaking green stones.

They feel more and more that this is not human, that people should not be like this, maybe they fell from the sky?Like a meteor that once fell?

Thinking of Meteor, these people panicked a little and did not dare to move forward.

Until a person with sharp eyes recognized Song who was walking in the front. The tribe's grandmother once treated Song for toothache, and he remembered it clearly... But, hasn't the Song tribe been killed by the Meteor tribe?

"Is it a soul? Like in a dream?"

The man thought so, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that only the soul could dress like this, and Song's face was paler than before. He had seen the drowned clansman, and his skin was also white, not black.

I feel a little cold unconsciously, I don't know if it's the autumn wind blowing or being frightened.

He swallowed his saliva and asked from a distance: "You... aren't you loose? Are you still alive?"

"Alive. You're a catfish aren't you? Is grandma okay?"

Seeing that Song said his name and saw Song leaving footprints in the mud, Catfish was relieved.

Walking to his side, he couldn't help reaching out and touching the horned deer next to him. The horned deer kicked its hooves in dissatisfaction, causing Catfish to quickly take his hand back.

"Song, wasn't your tribe driven away by the Meteorite tribe?"

"Yeah, now I'm back. It's cold, try this to warm up."

Song stretched out his hand, and the woman next to him handed over a gourd stuffed with willow wood. The man took a sip curiously, feeling as if a ball of fire burned from his throat to his stomach. People, let them also taste the fire that burns in their stomachs.

"what is this?"

"Jian said, this is wine."

"Health?"

"That's my new clansman, my...my brother."

"Do all their tribes wear such weird things?"

"No, it's our tribe."

Song smiled without the slightest hesitation.

"Come on, to our cave, warm and warm. There's not enough wine."

Catfish was sure that Song was alive, and he was no longer afraid, and his expression invited this strange person in their eyes.

With a shout, the clansman led the horned deer and followed behind the catfish.

When they arrived in the cave, the Songhe people were immediately surrounded by those people.

The women asked about their clothes and shoes, and the men asked how they usually hunt.

Song tried his best to describe the current story with his three-month-old eyes, instead of using words that these people could not understand, telling the life of himself and his tribe: seeds that can be harvested without traveling far, long-distance Prey that can be shot to death, fish that are already tired...

These people asked how all this came about, and thirteen people gave the same answer: "The protection and guidance of the ancestors."

Song knew that there was no need to say anything, because the tribe that went two days ago also combed their hair spontaneously when they left, and drew black and white bears with charcoal, looking forward to the same kind of life, the kind of them A life you can't even imagine in your dreams.

What Song said was vague, and these people also heard vaguely, but they had a vague feeling that the life of these people was so good because they wore such hair and owned such flags.

Everyone sat around the fire in the cave, listening to the pine telling various stories of the tribe, and listening to the women telling their own lives. No one asked too much, for fear of interrupting their stories.

After a long time, a little girl asked, "Song, do your tribe also eat acorns?"

"Eat. But because of the protection and guidance of our ancestors, the acorns we eat are neither bitter nor astringent, and we won't feel bloated after eating them."

"Really? Why don't the ancestors guide us?"

People imagined the kind of acorns that were neither bitter nor astringent, and showed slight disappointment.They have already believed the story about their ancestors, and believed that they are descendants of their ancestors like them, otherwise why do they all look similar?Why can you understand what they are saying?

Song looked at these expectant people and said with a smile: "The ancestors will protect you too, but our tribe has been guided first."

According to the method Chen Jian taught him, he took out some lime, but unfortunately there was no big pottery pot, so he had to use the pottery pot he carried to scoop up water and pour it into the stone pit in the cave.

"Soaked in this way for a few days, it will not be bitter or astringent, and it will not be easy to bloat."

Those people stared at the clay pot, Song smiled and handed the pot over and said, "I've given it to you."