Waste Strong Foundation

The chopped animal bones were neatly stacked in the corner, next to bone knives of different shapes and animal skins used to protect the knees.

The gray-haired old priest flipped the freshly dried dogwoods/cornus and yellow vetch on the pottery dish, and asked loudly, "Is there a guest?"

The apprentice waiting outside the tent put his hands on his ears to show respect, and quickly glanced at the way the teacher handled the medicinal materials, "Yes."

The old priest was over fifty years old, but his eyes were still very clear. Sitting on the wooden chair, he could clearly see the young man's tricky little movements.

Like the priests of other tribes, he is a person who masters various knowledge such as astronomy, geography, etc. He knows everything about painting, arithmetic, medicine, agriculture, and history. Divination and sacrifice are only two of the basic skills. more and more respected by the tribe.

"Help me out and have a look."

The old priest's Adam's apple rolled and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and threw nine smooth polished flaky white stones in his left hand, muttering words in his mouth.

The apprentice has learned a little knowledge by stealth, and he is satisfied, no longer greedy for more, and hurried forward to use it as a crutch.

The old priest grabbed his arm like an eagle's claw, his eyes were slightly cold, and he sighed: "The two first-class soldiers sent by the main city didn't get along very well with Ah Tai, and they didn't come back after they went to participate in the sacrifice. I always feel that this is the most dangerous time for us in Yanchi."

A middle-aged woman with slender limbs and a wicker basket on her back passed them both, laughing, "Father Man, you are overthinking."

The apprentice hurriedly bowed his head and knelt, and called her: "Lord Nuwa."

"Hello, hello, where are you going? Achi died of illness, and your father is the only apprentice left. Are you happy? Haha."

Talking about the death of his favorite disciple, the old priest asked her to be more cautious with a sullen face, put his left hand behind his back, and walked with his waist bent.

All the slaves in the settlement knew that the priest was the uncle of the leader, Xiong Tai, and the biological father of Nuwa Xiongcheng, who was in charge of midwifery and weaving in the clan.

Their common distant ancestor is a general of the Xiong family who was said to have followed Xuanyuan Huangdi on an expedition.

The leader Tai, Nuwa Cheng, and Priest Man, in this barbaric era that emphasized blood inheritance, were considered by the rest of the clan to be the closest to their ancestors. As the nobles who held power in Yanchi, they shared a common clan, and they generally did not call them clans at home. Just call by name.

Along the way, I met people from the tribe who came out to say hello, and even sent food and drink to chat about family affairs.

The old priest agreed one by one, and when he arrived at the leader's thatched cottage, he saw two strange faces and five wooden boxes full of pottery.

He suppressed his bad premonition, calmly joined the conversation, and asked, "Auntie, have you decided to buy their Tao Ding?"

Mrs. Xiong's neck was covered with bronze bumps, holding a crimson pottery dish in her hand, she raised her shoulders and looked at the old man with a vicissitudes of life.

The old priest understood.

When there are outsiders, he is often willing to show face to young children, so he silently rubbed his palms and found a place to sit cross-legged.

Fei Mingqiu withdrew his gaze, continued to introduce pottery, and looked at the furnishings of this thatched cottage while taking things out.

Compared with the Qi family, Yanchi is much richer.The thatched cottage covers an area of ​​about 150 square meters. Leather curtains from animals such as sika deer, four elephants, roe deer, black bear, and macaque cover the surrounding bare grass and wooden pillars. Yellow-green actinolite (a kind of jade) is hung in a string The ropes of the dome are really beautiful, needless to say the bronze pieces and amber inlaid in the bear totem on the surface of the central column.

Sure enough, no matter what dynasty, the salt industry received the fastest money, no wonder it was always in the hands of a few people.

Mrs. Xiong was obviously satisfied with the goods of this small caravan from afar, clapping her hands, "Bring up our best salt."

Soon, the four female slaves each held a black pottery pot and climbed into the thatched cottage on their knees, prostrating on the ground, revealing their docile and rough necks.

The old priest's muddy eyeballs rolled around twice, watching the two strangers in cloaks look like pythons entrenched in a tree.

"Look, I think you all came here for the salt." Xiong Tai, with bulging veins on his forehead, gasped and held the ore in front of his chest.

This reminded Fei Mingqiu of the barbaric custom of the chiefs of some primitive tribes showing off their wealth by wearing gold.

Accompanied by Shang Yuan, he had nothing to fear, grabbed a handful of coarse salt, "Of course we want some salt. Other than that..."

Mrs. Xiong: "Buy slaves? The Lian Shan brothers passed by Yanchi last month, and they also came up with such an idea."

Fei Mingqiu stuffed the light yellow coarse-grained salt into the clay pot, "Is that so? But I just thought of it on the spur of the moment. Just now I saw that you have too many slaves here. It is very troublesome to manage them to eat and sleep every day. Why don't you sell a batch to us?" , we know where slaves are desperately needed."

"They have the mark of the Xiong family engraved on them. How dare you, a businessman, sell them to other clans? Unless you burn a layer of their skin with fire."

"Man! I'm here!" Mrs. Xiong said something to the old priest in an unhappy tone, then waved him away: "You should go back."

Fei Mingqiu asked self-consciously: "It seems that some slaves don't have marks?"

The corner of Mrs. Xiong's mouth curled down, she stretched her waist and muttered: "That's not for buying. No, maybe it can be sold, but it can't be sold now."

"why?"

"...This is not something you businessmen should inquire about." Xiong Taishang's face turned cold, and the hair on his arms grew an inch visible to the naked eye.The reason why he agreed to contact the unfamiliar caravan was because his ability could exert the greatest effect in Yanchi, and he was invincible.

Presumably this is the "first-class fighter" Qi You mentioned.

Fei Mingqiu changed the way of asking: "Are these stones bronze? Some people say that they were sent by the envoys of Wangcheng. Is it true?"

Yuanyuan, who was tucked into Shang Yuan's sleeve, sighed, seeing that Shang Yuan didn't respond, she muttered sourly: "Just let him go, chirp!"

The old priest moved his ears and couldn't hear clearly. He suddenly felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and fever in his limbs. He shook his head at Xiongtai disapprovingly.

Mrs. Xiong didn't show face to her uncle, frowned and said with a sneer, "I'm still a kid. When you're not around, I didn't make any mistakes."

"Grandma! In front of outsiders!"

"What did I say? Father, at your age, you might one day--hehe, I wish my priest a long life like a mountain!"

The old priest's eyes were bloodshot for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal, and the tip of his nose glowed coldly from the reflection of sweat.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right and he was about to be ordered to evict, Fei Mingqiu looked around, pointed to the ugly triangular stool at Xiong Tai's feet and asked:

"Ahem, Chief Bear, who did this?"

If he remembers correctly...

Wooden stools that are ugly enough to subvert the postmodern abstract aesthetics... are definitely the handiwork of players.

Xiong Tai's expression softened a little, and he fondled the triangular stool fondly, "It was produced by a tribe named 'Fei'. It's a wonderful workmanship!"

Ah this.

Just use the simplest mortise and tenon technique to combine wooden parts.

Fei Mingqiu adjusted his mentality, looked at Mrs. Xiong as if he was being taken advantage of, and lied: "What a coincidence. I also... like it. I paid a lot of money to buy a lot of it."

"What! Have you ever been to that city called 'Fei'?!"

"Yes."

Xiong Tai, who has always been impatient in receiving caravans, became interested in a moment, put his hands on his thighs, and leaned forward, "Take a look! Man, if you like it, let's keep it and see. You didn't predict the situation of 'Fei'." What—what, uh, the other party’s priest is a foreigner who shouldn’t exist.”

Fei Mingqiu still smiled, as if he was not talking about himself.

The old priest's expression was quite ugly, and he felt ashamed, so he left the thatched cottage without looking back while holding his apprentice's arm.

……

The slave laid the bear skin on the newly added fir armchair, Mrs. Xiong kicked him away and sat down, "What news do you want to know?"

Fei Mingqiu glanced at Shang Yuan, and said in a tone of imperceptible ease, "About Bronze."

The flesh on Xiong Tai's face trembled three times, his face was gloomy, his hands beat unconsciously, and the murderous look in his eyes almost overflowed.

He didn't know what he saw, he was timid and scrupulous, he gave a few instructions to the slaves on both sides, changed his mind temporarily and nodded:

"Okay. It's okay to tell you something. There are indeed envoys from Wangcheng who have visited Yanchi in the past two years."

Shang Yuan looked like a lazy guard, but the Yanchi slave who was closest to him had already gritted his teeth and shook into a sieve.

Fei Mingqiu: "An envoy from the royal city?"

Xiong Tai became increasingly suspicious, thinking about the origin of these two people?He dresses strangely, speaks lamely, and doesn't look like an ordinary businessman.

It's a pity that it's not his wife's temper to regret it temporarily.

Thinking of the leader Qi Fa who was imprisoned in the dungeon, Mrs. Xiong planned to let the old priest cut his heart and soul as soon as the transaction was over, saying:

"Well, from Wangcheng, he is a son of the famous Gonggong clan, and he is accompanied by a craftsman from the Yu clan."

Gonggong?Is there a Yu family?

Fei Mingqiu finally knew what era this was.

If the documents handed down from generation to generation in ancient China are reliable, the so-called Tang Yao, Yu and Shun, the king who ruled the Central Plains at this time was Shun!

Xiong Taixiang added to verify Fei Mingqiu's conjecture: "By the way, the envoy asked us to change places to live. Hmph, this is his meddling - we pay enough things to the main city every year, and the main city obeys orders." Yu Wang. If I want to move, it's not his turn to say it."

Fei Mingqiu shook his head, and whispered to himself, "What if the flood is coming?"

The first dynasty in China to have a state form was the Xia Dynasty.

How was the Xia Dynasty established?

Dayu made great contributions to water control, and the legend of Shun was behind him.

Before Dayu, the one who died due to ineffective water control was Dayu's father Gun, and the other was the nobleman of the Gonggong clan.

According to scholars' research, around 2000 BC, the global temperature dropped, and the precipitation around the world increased accordingly.

Fei Mingqiu was in a trance, when he heard dull and long thunder.

Immediately, there were complaints from players and the sound of pattering rain outside the thatched cottage.