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If conditions permit, of course Uro would like to go to the Qikuan Tribe to see what kind of scenery it is, after all, it is a big tribe.

It's a pity that the opportunities are not enough.

Taking advantage of the night, Wu Luo rode Liu Jun back to the tribe. Everyone in the tribe was eating. It was not surprising to see him who had been missing for a whole day and finally came back. Instead, he greeted him and sat down to eat together.

"I've been out all day today, you all know?" Wu Luo returned to the campfire, his fire was silently lighting the fire, and the rice might take a while to be ready, so he went to run on the man who was frying rice grains with oil Yan, the others were killing the new prey, not to mention the skin cramps, but also the bones.

Today, it became an empty house again. Uro specially planned the terrain before, drawing passages on the ground, and let them build according to their own arrangements.

Yan added two handfuls of firewood, and slowly said: "You disappeared, everyone panicked, so I went to the market to ask the leader for advice, and then I saw you."

It is indeed too much for the two leaders to run away, Wu Luo is also a bit embarrassed, although the whole thing is indeed Yan's temporary idea, but he shouldn't have thought about what to do next, and he should save it until dawn, and tell the tribe first He asked again, "Then who arranged for today?"

"I got up today to cook, and then I went to ask the leader. Everyone is doing the work before." Yan didn't mean to criticize Wu Luo, but reported today's events in detail. Most of them are actually very independent.Probably because everyone is the first group of people to migrate, most of them have the ability to react on their own, and Yan and Mo are in a sense similar to the status of class leaders. Too flustered, but first to find the leader.

Uro nodded, and asked again: "Then did the little monster come today?"

"I didn't come." Yan shook his head.

Good luck.

It was okay when there were only little monsters before, but now that the little monster's cards are found, Uro has to worry a little bit.

But speaking of it, why did the little monster change the animal skin? The function of the animal skin is nothing more than clothing and protection from the cold. Winter has passed, so it is too boring for him to come to ask for the animal skin at this time.

Wu Luo followed suit after dinner, and when everyone cleaned up the dishes, he began to look up at the starry sky, and Chen was the one who did the same thing.

It is true that one year's calendar has been completed, but it still needs the second year to correct it. Chen has never given up on recording. He holds a roll of bark and pulls hot coals from the blazing fire to cool down. .He not only looks at the moon, but also records the weather, whether there is rain, whether there will be long-term rain, and whether there are any weird conditions before and after the rain.

And Uro is much simpler, he is just admiring.

People's superstitions often come from heaven. He looks at the vast and boundless universe and knows that this starry sky is actually a vast and boundless space in essence, with extremely slow aging and extremely slow death.

Nothing is immortal.

It is precisely because of death that living is so important. People cannot do everything alone. In fact, since coming to this world, Uro has carefully avoided thinking about the past world. This is a kind of To protect himself and avoid collapse and despair, he knew in his heart that he might never return to his familiar home in his lifetime.

Until I met Yan later.

Meeting Yan was a very different kind of experience. He had pity, sympathy and a little bit of schadenfreude for this man's experience.

Humans are no different from beasts in essence, fighting, biting, and trying their best to survive. Uro was lucky to keep his dignity, but Yan survived in the most primitive way. Luo felt ashamed and humble in front of Yan. They were two completely different existences in essence, they were from the same hometown, but they were both strangers.

However, there are also different divisions between strangers and strangers.

"Witch." Chen came over with the bark, the charcoal and sparks that were picked out, the flickering red light was like the vicious eyes of a hungry wolf in the middle of the night, waiting for an opportunity to spy on something, so he chased it with straw sandals. , kicked, and slowly kicked the hot eye over, until the light of the fire was faintly extinguished, and the residual heat remained tenaciously.

Only then did Uro lower his head and look at Chen. He was used to answering everyone, even though no one asked him anything for a long time, this habit still remained, as if he was an encyclopedia in the library, and occasionally someone would still ask him questions. Come and read: "What's up? Do you want to know something?"

Probably because of the rare sadness on Wu Luo's face, Ling Chen couldn't help hesitating. He blinked and whispered: "Wu, are you communicating with the sky?"

This reminded Wu Luo of the time when he took out the quilt when he came here. Little Ku and Chi would often come to eavesdrop on his head at night, as if the holy voice could really descend into it, and they could really I heard the same.

So he smiled lightly, then reached out and touched Chen's head.

"I'm just missing my tribe."

Chen looked at him ignorantly, half-understood, and it took him a while to realize that Wuluo was not from their tribe. It was true that time had passed not long ago, but for a long time, in the hearts of the children, Wu Luo, who knew almost everything, seemed to be He was rooted in the tribe, he didn't belong to anyone, he didn't belong to any other tribe, he was just a witch from the Sun Moon tribe, so he was a little dazed when he heard this sentence.

"Then... what kind of place is that?" People who like astronomy and research probably always have this kind of literary sensitivity. After thinking of the things Wu Luo brought, Chen couldn't help but dream, "There must be something to eat." There is endless meat, endless pottery, and endless bark.”

"Hahaha——" Uro thought for a while, and he wrote lightly, "That's right."

Chen leaned back and fell on the wood he had brought to sit on, as if envious: "That's great, everyone won't have to worry about it."

Uro thought: On the contrary, everyone has more troubles.

He didn't say this to Chen, for a child whose life is still a luxury, those pains and desires are like the end of greed, there is no need to understand and know.The stage of human beings is always advancing in constant greed, pursuing material or spiritual pursuits, and there has been no real fairness since ancient times, so people have a steady stream of ability to fight hard.

Even if there is nothing to fight, people will fight for the very act of fighting itself.

But this is too far away for the tribe and even for Chen.

In the end, Chen couldn't understand what Wu Luo was thinking in the middle of the night. Maybe if Yan Zai, he would understand better, but he wouldn't say anything to comfort him.

The Qikuan tribe’s conditions for the Sun and Moon tribe are simple and ordinary. Once something happens to Shanyin, they will prohibit any tribe from intermarrying with the Sun and Moon tribe. This is indeed not a death sentence, but means long-term castration. It can only flow the common blood and be completely defeated, which is the buffer of death. Uro heard the ordinary and sincere pure malice in it, and felt shuddering.

He looked at the starry sky until midnight, trying to find a hometown among the countless stars, but found nothing.

Occasionally, Uro thinks that the sky is probably the most generous gift that the universe bestows on people. It shows itself unreservedly, but it is too far away, and people cannot see its whole picture clearly, so they can only imagine it as their own dream. Crowned with human civilization and appellation.

Just like the civilization he and Yan thought it was, after all, it was only a part of this world, not the main part.

The civilization of the Qikuan tribe is cruel, annexation and assimilation, but not barbaric. Uro stands at a turning point in history, so small that it is almost insignificant. He knows what kind of results they will create, and no one will remember them. , History is still too far away from them, and all that remains are the records of stone and pottery—the rope will rot, the bark will wither, but future generations cannot understand these.

Uro can't guarantee that the things he recorded can be deciphered. The oracle bone inscriptions have not been deciphered until now. The text with pictures is hard to guess, let alone the simplified characters after he systematized, so he simply didn't even think about recording. there is none left.

There is only one night to think about the future, and the next day will be as usual. Uro let Hua and Long put down the work at hand for a while—anyway, the two of them are either developing new things or polishing tools every day. There is nothing else to do. The innovative project in Li has been completed again, so he asked the two people to start making wooden signs.

The small bronze ax was nowhere to be seen. Wu Luo looked around and frowned, "Where did the ax go?"

"They were vying to use it, and finally Xiaoku put it away, saying that we will talk about it when the leader comes back." Hua hurriedly answered without panting, as if the silent Long would steal the opportunity to speak with him, so Looking at Long's energy and his intermittent deafness, Wu Luo felt that the possibility of this was quite low. It was hard for Long to form a team with Hua. Another person might have been bombarded by now.

Uro is very satisfied with Xiaoku's treatment. After all, the bronze ax is not important to him, but it is very different to the tribe.

"Then let's make a wooden sign." Uro also sat down and helped peel the bark. After the bark was processed, it became the most primitive paper.

These wooden signs are to be hung at the door, just like households, ordinary house signs either record numbers or record related places, such as bathrooms or offices, and now they are used to record family members, which can be seen at a glance.

I don’t know how many wooden signs are needed. Even if they are folded in half according to the population of the tribe, at least thirty will be needed. Originally, according to Wu Luo’s idea, it is more regular to make a square, but they cut it for a long time with a piece of wood. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I wiped my sweat and asked Wu Luo: "Wu, why can't we make round ones? Does that card have to be square like this?"

In fact, he rarely questioned Wuluo. In a sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that Hua and Yan are both followers of Wuluo, but before coming here, Wuluo told Hua that this wooden sign is used to record .

Since it is a record, why pay attention to the appearance?

If it had been earlier, Hua would probably have followed Uro's orders wholeheartedly without raising any doubts, but he knew that Uro was not omnipotent, even though he had never seen anything that could stump this wizard, But there are some things that the witches know clearly, but they cannot tell them.

It's a kind of... Hua can't say it, he told Xisi about this problem before, Xisi seems to have understood it long ago, and thinking about it carefully, in the tribe, she was the first person to resist Wuluo.

She put an end to this kind of almost superstitious worship, and Uro seemed to appreciate this attitude, which was just a turnaround. They would not despise witches, nor would they be superstitious about witches.

Xisi once said to Hua: "For Wu, he can think of these things at once and know how to change them."

At that time, her face did not look like anger or jealousy, but a tired stubbornness. She said: "But he is not always right, just like a loom, we have changed many things. Witch He knew how it was changed, but he didn't say it before, he didn't think about it, he just knew it."

This is the same for many people, but it is very different for Xisi. There is something about her that Hua can't understand at once.

"Huh?" Wu Luo looked distractedly, he paused, and said hesitantly, "Yeah, round ones are fine too."

The piece of wood he brought was not too small, about the size of a snack bowl, Wu Luo thought about it, and thought it was okay to draw on it, so he nodded and said: "Okay, this will save you a little effort, To save material, let’s make it round.”

Hua let out a long breath, and his face became happy, probably because his opinion was adopted.

Uro shook his head, thinking it was a little cute and funny.

Towards the afternoon, Yan and Hu Po finally returned with Shan Yin who was helping to push the cart. He seemed to be thinking about the novelty of the cart.

This is not sending a teacher, it is clearly sending a spy.

Of course, from a side view, it can also be said that this "Shakuri" is really hardworking and studious, which is simply touching.

Wu Luo didn't mind him looking around, but Yan came over quickly. They didn't meet many times, and even less when they were in love. The two of them didn't talk about anything else, just stood together quietly, like It is as dazzling and dim as the sun and moon passing by at dusk.

Their intimacy does not need to be expressed with any words or actions. Shanyin looked strange and wanted to ask. However, he is not from the Sun and Moon tribe, so he can only use Muge to translate. He cautiously knew that this question would be too offensive , So he kept silent, as if he had not seen such a vision.

Once people's needs are met, the world will push them to add new things, etiquette, class, beliefs are all in these ranges.

No organization can become completely disordered. The Qikuan tribe is growing day by day. Of course, there is no exception. Shanyin is the most promising son of the old patriarch. This is not yet the moment when "leaders go first". In the process of change at the top, it is undoubtedly a kind of correctness that he was pushed out.

If he can get the secret of the golden artifact from the Sun and Moon Tribe, he will have enough confidence to defeat the other sons of the old patriarch, as well as his brothers and sisters, and even the beautiful and plump Wu of the Seven Bran Tribe may become his reward.

She was indeed the old patriarch's, but that doesn't mean she couldn't be Shan Yin's.

It is rare to join a newcomer. Shan Yin is neither a captive nor an exchanged person. He is a teacher from the Qikuan Tribe——Amber reluctantly uses this word. She usually associates this word with Wu and Yan .All in all, of course, a grand banquet is going to be held, and this kind of banquet must of course be held by witches from their tribe.

When Amber came to the door, most of the wooden signs were finished. She asked about the past few days clearly, and then went to Yan to prepare a feast and brought out enough food.

The totem poles of the sun and the moon have not yet been polished, and there is no suitable boulder. Amber has been practicing with small stones, but of course she can't get them out now, and she feels a little depressed for a while.

She was busy in the afternoon, and Amber deliberately prevented Shanyin from going to the pottery workshop to watch. She was still waiting to see what Shanyin could grow. In addition, they could not communicate at all, so as to avoid being regarded as a pottery by the people in the tribe. If an outsider is killed, he must first arrange a residence, and he can only move around in the tribe after the evening.

Yan truthfully translated, and Shanyin was obedient.

"Muge, are you going to arrange my residence now?"

The houses of the Qikuan Tribe have not been fully developed, and the Lianshan Tribe imitated their residences, so each one is made of gophers and rabbits, specially sleeping in burrows and grass nests, but there are more people and the holes are bigger. That's all.Now that Shanyin came to the Sun and Moon Tribe, he felt a little dazzled by the head of the Shan family while visiting the house.

The newly built house is empty, and the smell of wood has not dissipated. Shan Yin saw the wood connected with the trees outside before. When I saw it at night, it was easy to mistake it for many trees growing like that, but If you look at it during the day, you can see that it is filled with a lot of chopped wood.

But how this kind of wall was built, Shan Yin didn't know anything.

The people of the Sun Moon Tribe wear strange clothes, speak strangely, have strange attitudes, and even more strange things. They seem to be a tribe that suddenly rose up, and no news of them has ever been heard from any tribe.The Lianshan Tribe had met the leader of the Sun Moon Tribe, but he said that at that time she was still running in a hurry, wandering around for food, leading a group of people running around, so embarrassed that there was no fire.

But the woman he was talking about didn't sound like the leader of the Sun Moon Tribe.

The prosperity of the Qikuan Tribe did not change overnight, but the accumulation of decades, dating back to the previous generation of female leaders who planted the seeds, the previous generation of female leaders and male patriarchs, and the previous generation of patriarchs accumulated enough money. Food—they obtained people and food through land battles, and there are more mountains that can be planted. The mountains that were first used to plant food have become usable.

The Sun and Moon tribe is a tribe that Shanyin has never seen before. They seem to hide many secrets that even Qikuan doesn't know, and their number is surprisingly small.

"Probably." Yan Ping said to him flatly, "It all depends on Wu and Hu Po's arrangements."

Mu Ge doesn't seem to respect anyone except Wu.

So Shanyin set his sights on the witch. Many times the leader does have enough power, but the witch is the most terrifying. The seven chaffs are different from the gods of the sun and the moon. If their secrets are obtained through the gods, then the witch is the most terrifying. It's worth knowing.

The shaman of the Sun Moon Tribe is a weird man. He is covered with dark clouds, and his wrists are inlaid with shining beads, which are black. Shan Yin has only seen that kind of thing in the clam of the Sea Serpent Tribe. The huge shell was opened, and there were colorful beads in the honed flesh inside.

He was different from everyone else, and there was something on his face, and his face was divided into three parts.

Shanyin was puzzled by all this, he followed Yan anxiously, and could only be lucky that Muge was still here.

I hope that the God of Valley will bless the Sun and Moon tribes to also eat rice.

The Sea Snake Tribe likes to eat a kind of slimy live snake caught in the water. After eating it, it makes the throat itchy. Shanyin still remembers the disgusting taste.