Mountains and seas can be flat

Zifeng rubbed the cloth on Fang Zheng's shoulders in a mess, as if rubbing something unclean off Fang Zheng's shoulders.Although Fang Zheng was full of doubts, he didn't dare to guess rashly.You have to keep a good balance with the boss...

In order to get rid of this weird posture, Fang Zheng started to communicate with Zifeng, Zifeng had to raise his head, and his eyes met.

"How do you plan to deal with the guts of this snake?"

The snake is as bold as a basketball, and its whole body is green and black.

If someone else killed him, Fang Zheng would cut his guts without saying a word.

But what if the boss needs to eat snake gall?

Zifeng shook his head, he couldn't speak, he only pointed to the part where the snake's teeth secreted saliva.

Fang Zheng guessed: "You mean, the gall of this snake is too poisonous to eat?"

Fang Zheng followed the direction his hand was pointing and asked, "What about the snake teeth?"

Fang Zheng wanted to pull out those two yellowed teeth, what a sharp weapon, and it could be used as a weapon, but he never had one.

Zifeng glanced at Fang Zheng as a warning, and shook his head.

Fang Zheng was full of regrets, secretly thinking about pulling out his teeth after Zifeng had left, and still tentatively probing: "Then its skeleton and skin..."

The snake bones are still intact, laying on the ground like a small train track.The chain-like unique ductility, hardness and shape of the snake bone made Fang Zheng think, if the snake bone is polished and the skin is stretched on the outside, it can be used to make a tent or a boat... Wouldn't it be great?

Zifeng frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with Fang Zheng's idea of ​​always touching these parts, and waved his hands seriously.

Fang Zheng laughed dryly, and didn't know if Zifeng had another purpose, or simply didn't allow it?Anyway, go along, take your time.Fang Zheng started to barbecue again, thinking about what if there were condiments such as ginger, onion, garlic, soy sauce, vinegar and monosodium glutamate...

Zifeng also took a piece of raw meat.But the chopped firewood is all on the other side.Zifeng looked around, and the tribal women brought out a lot of things that they couldn't take away, such as large skeletons left over from hunting, bull heads, antlers, etc...

Zifeng saw several broken deer branches next to him, and was about to pick up skewers, when Fang Zheng held him down and said, "This antler will melt."

Zifeng looked at the antlers in doubt, but couldn't free his hands to gesture, but Fang Zheng could understand the slightest bit of disbelief in his eyes.

"Are you trying to say that the elk horns are very strong? They are constantly burning?" Fang Zheng asked.

Zifeng nodded.

"But this is moose horn, which will melt when burned. Although it looks very similar to elk horn, there is a difference in color when you look closely."

The question in Zifeng's eyes did not escape Fang Zheng's eyes.

"I don't know what'moose' is?" Fang Zheng could guess everything just by looking at his expression.

There are only moose in "Shan Hai Jing", but there is no name for moose.However, moose are also widely distributed, and they are close relatives of elk. The ancients could not tell them apart, so they did not list them separately. In fact, the "elk" in many records is "moose", but there are very few real elk.

Elk horn is very strong, but moose horn is flammable and easy to break down.

"Moose and elk are like the difference between Badian people and Yuyi people. At a glance, they are similar, but there are still differences when you look closely."

Zifeng looked carefully at the moose antlers, looking back and forth between the antlers and Fang Zheng.

"You ask me how I know?" Fang Zheng's heart moved, looking at that handsome face, his head was a little hot, and he blurted out, "Tell you a story?"

Fang Zheng thought about it afterwards, and always felt that his head was probably burnt by the bonfire at that time, so he was so impulsive. Some things should not be shared. They should be kept deep in his memory and become a secret that only he knows, and then buried with him .

However, a warm bonfire, bright eyes, the aroma of food, and a full body will all give people an illusion of "happiness" and relaxation. In that illusory and short moment, they recall the happiness they once had and infect others.

"There is an emperor named Qianlong...cough, emperor, that means the leader of a big tribe."

Fang Zheng regretted the words, but looking at Zifeng's expectant eyes, he had to bite the bullet and continue.Tell yourself in your heart: Just think it is to win over the boss.

"He is in the imperial garden... ahem, that is, he raised many deer in his own garden, and polished the shed antlers into handicrafts. Ahem, handicrafts are beautiful ornaments made of deer antlers. But one handicraft disappeared one day For this reason, many people were punished, but nothing was found out. Later, a clever courtier named Ji Xiaolan discovered the truth and told Qianlong that there are two kinds of deer that can produce antlers in the imperial garden: one is the moose, and the other is the deer. Elk. Moose horns are very fragile, they will melt when roasted, and will decompose in cold weather, but elk horns will not, and the latter is much harder. Those handicrafts are because the winter is too cold, and the moose horns will decompose into powder. Released by Qianlong innocent people involved, and rewarded Ji Xiaolan..."

Fang Zheng was eating candied haws in a Beijing alley while listening to this story told by the old bird walker.At that time, his father took him to play, and he had just finished eating mutton hot pot, and his body was still warm.

How happy he was at that time.

While listening to this story, Zifeng smiled with emotion.Fang Zheng thought that ancient people were easy to fool.

But if Fang Zheng really heard Zifeng's heart, he probably wouldn't be so relaxed.

Under Zifeng's well-placed smile, there was something like "How could I not know about the deeds of such a famous leader?"

Fang Zheng couldn't control his thoughts, thinking of the happiness in the past, and stuffed the roasted meat in his hand to Zifeng, "You eat, I have to—"

He suppressed the bitterness in his heart, took three steps in parallel and walked away.Go all the way to the tree by the side of the village.All the hustle and bustle is far away, there is a faint sound of laughter from the commune, and the fire is bright and bright.Fang Zheng turned his back and didn't want to look. He lay down on the grass, put his hands on his eyes, and plunged himself into darkness.

After a while, Fang Zheng only felt that it was getting hotter. He vaguely saw a small fire burning in front of him, and Zifeng was sitting by the fire and roasting a bunch of meat.

Fang Zheng was in a bad mood, and even the boss didn't want to talk to him. He pretended to be asleep and closed his eyes, only listening to the beeping of the fire and the sizzling of barbecue.

After a while, one hand pushed away Fang Zheng's hand that was covering his eyes, and Zifeng handed the skewered meat to Fang Zheng with concern in his eyes.

There was no fluctuation in Fang Zheng's heart, but the self-preservation mentality of not making the boss angry took effect. He thanked perfunctorily, got up and nodded, took the meat and gnawed it in two or three.The temperature is suitable, the salt kneaded inside is divided, roasted evenly, the outside is charred and the inside is tender, and the meat is full of fragrance.

If he is in a good mood, he will say something to make Zifeng laugh, and step up his plan to win over.

But although Fang Zheng's limbs became warmer, his mood was still gloomy, and his silence was like a hard stone.He can't play well in this mood.He took a deep breath, trying his best to dispel the stinging pain that disturbed his thoughts.

He has no family, no friends, and nothing but the sting in his heart.In his eyes, Zifeng's show of favor is like a child discovering a new and interesting person. What kind of seeds to give and what kind of meat to roast are all children's ways of playing, and they can't touch Fang Zheng at all.

A long time ago, Fang Zheng gave up the word "making friends".Besides, it was impossible for Zifeng to be friends, he was that guy's accomplice, after inquiring about the information, Fang Zheng had to find a way to restrain Zifeng just to be on the safe side.

What's more, I still don't know whether this face is faked by Zifeng, or it's just his nature.The former is dangerous, while the latter is childish, both of which Fang Zheng wants to try his best to stay away from.

There are so many things to think about, and these things are boring.Reluctantly coping is already his limit.

Of course, Zifeng didn't know Fang Zheng's indifferent and indifferent thoughts. Although he couldn't speak, he pointed to the stars in the sky and invited Fang Zheng to watch them together.

The bonfire was bright, but it didn't hide the starlight in the sky.This is summer and autumn, and Fang Zheng can recognize the bright constellations in the sky.

Big Dipper, Cygnus, Lyra...

In the oracle bone inscriptions and bronze inscriptions of the Shang Dynasty, there are already many star names of the 28 constellations, and the formation of the star system will only be earlier.

He suddenly felt a little emotional, everything has changed, there are no clocks and calendars here, the language is old, and the characters are illiterate...

Only the silent starry sky above the head has remained unchanged for thousands of years, just like yesterday.

In the starry sky in summer, the Big Dipper and the Milky Way are in the most prominent positions, while the big constellations in spring and autumn are pressed on the edge of the sky, waiting for the next season to flow.

Zifeng was still making gestures that Fang Zheng couldn't understand, pointing to the directions of different stars while gesticulating, and perhaps gave the stars different names, deriving magnificent legends.He looked very happy, and even took Fang Zheng's horn, and even pointed at the clumsy stick figure carved like a chicken cub by the pervert on it and smiled at Fang Zheng.

Hehe, good work done by your partner.There was no fluctuation in Fang Zheng's heart.

Fang Zheng nodded perfunctorily occasionally, and fell asleep unknowingly amidst the aroma of the barbecue and the warmth of the fire.He had an illusion that something furry rubbed against his shoulder, but he quickly turned over and forgot about it.

When he woke up the next morning, the fire had been extinguished and Zifeng had left.Fang Zheng looked up and saw the rising sun.

Fang Zheng returned to the commune and heard the news that Elder Xuansi had woken up.

When Fang Zheng walked into the commune, he heard Elder Mingye and Elder Xuansi discussing how to deal with the more than 20 babies.

"You can't take it with you." Such a sentence fell into my ears lightly.

Fang Zheng turned around and left. He could vaguely guess how he would deal with it, but he didn't want to hear it.

Back then, I was also an orphan. If I was not lucky enough to be picked up by my adoptive father, I would end up the same as these babies today.

Fang Zheng waited for a while before going in, and was surprised to find that two elders and several women were arguing about something.

There were conflicts among those women, and she said, "I'll stay."

Several other women also said, "We'll stay."

They wanted to stay and take care of the baby, and when Yu Yi's army successfully wiped out the three war slave tribes, others could come back to the village to pick them up.

"We must be prepared to migrate, and we may not come back." Tengmao objected aloud.

"Are these children left here?" Ji Liu asked.

There was silence around, and it was hard to speak because he knew it was an inevitable choice.Somebody muttered "the seed of shame", which triggered a wider silence. The women who had suffered rape and gave birth had complicated emotions and silently shed tears.They hated the suzerain and fate, some people's hatred was transferred to the baby, and some people's hatred was defeated by the mother's love nature.

Elder Xuan Si mentioned a compromise plan: "If everyone goes on the road together, some babies can be taken away and take care of them in turn—"

So which ones were taken away and which ones were left behind?

These two- and three-year-old children have not yet shown any difference, so what is the basis for the decision?

Although the intention was good, thinking about it is still frightening.

Fang Zheng watched silently.Of course, he had to follow the large army to get out of the encirclement of Badian Kingdom.Has no meddling interest in the internal affairs of the tribe.However, at this time, a sharp arrow was suddenly shot from a distance, and it was accurately shot on the crossbar hanging the hemp curtain in the commune.

The crossbar is a long log with the thickness of an arm, hanging above the baby's bed. The arrow hit the side where the crossbar was connected to the roof bracket. Half of the crossbar fell off, but the other side was still hanging from the roof. superior.

If that crossbar all came down...

would hit the babies' beds.

Zifeng walked to the gate of the commune, holding the huge bow and arrow in his hand, the bandage on his chin had been torn off, revealing a dark brown scar that had not yet fallen off.He was finally able to speak, his voice was not fully healed, hoarse like a blunt knife, but his voice was very clear.

"Without the baby, half of you will die. With the baby, you will all die. If you can't do it, tell me."

Zifeng repeated these hard words, his eyes were sharp as he glanced around. He also held an arrow in his hand, which could shoot down the connection between the other sides of the crossbar.