Yunyue past events

Yueqian sat in front of the firepit, knocking stone flakes and making tools. The firelight reflected his face, and his expression was very focused.Father Chang sat by the firepit together, hunched over and bowed his head, holding a tattered jacket and trying to mend it, his brows wrinkled into balls.

Putting down the stone in his hand, Yue Qian said to Chang's father, "No need to sew any more, I can't wear it."

Father Chang refused to give up, and kept busy with his hands. This was Yueqian's only piece of clothing, so he couldn't always be so shirtless and look like a savage.

"I once saw Mrs. Jiang go to the mountains to pick wild hemp, and she said that she wanted to weave linen. I will go and pick some tomorrow." Yue Qian thought of a way, how to get a piece of clothing.

The Jiang Fu mentioned by Yue Qian is Jiang Jie's wife.

Among the slaves in Yuanyuan, only Jiang Jie had a wife.

Chang's father finally put down the clothes in his hands, raised his head and said to Yue Qian, "Don't talk about weaving hemp, do you know how to make hemp?"

Yue Qian took the hammered stone flakes to the front of the fire and checked whether the stone blades were sharp. He said, "I don't understand, but Mrs. Jiang understands. I can ask her for advice. My father always said that there must be a teacher among everyone."

Father Chang was silent for a while, with a melancholy expression on his face, looking at the child who had been with him for two years.

Yue Qian had his upper body naked, and finally put on a pair of trousers on his lower body. The trousers were also very tattered, and I'm afraid they won't be able to wear them for a while.

Father Chang couldn't help sighing: "Our monarch is really dignified and heroic. I can only hate that the heavens don't favor us, and the gods don't protect us..."

In Chang's father's view, the ruler of their Yunyue people is definitely not a faint ruler, but the country was captured by an enemy country under his rule, and he himself died.

Yue Qian suddenly stood up, pushed open the door vigorously, and walked outside.

Chang's father hurriedly called: "A Qian, where are you going?"

A submerged voice came from outside the house, and the voice became farther and farther away: "I'm going to cut bamboo knots to make a knife handle!"

Before Yueqian, there was a stone knife, which was confiscated by the soldiers on the day he was whipped by Yu officials.

Chang's father shouted towards the door: "It's getting dark, don't go too far!"

There are wild beasts everywhere in the garden, and it is dangerous to go out alone at night.

Yue Qian has already gone far away, and there is no response.

The light of the fire in the fire pond danced in the wind, flickering and flickering. Father Chang got up and closed the firewood gate, shaking his head and saying, "I can't mention it, the brat has a bigger temper than the king!"

Yueqian came to a small bamboo forest not far from his home. He was not in a hurry to find bamboo, but sat down on the soil slope where bamboo grew. He stayed there for a long time until the sun in the sky was about to set.

The setting sun is like fire, sprinkled on the body.

Yue Qian packed up his mood and prepared to work. He was busy looking for stone flakes all over his body. He raised his hand only to realize that the flakes of stone were in his hand.

It was squeezed so tightly that the sharp stone blade cut through the fingers without anyone noticing.

Yueqian held the blood-stained stone flakes and cut a piece of bamboo. He could skillfully use stone flakes, a primitive tool. Here, slaves can only use stone tools.

Stone flakes are far less sharp and hard than metal, but as long as they are used properly and the method is mastered, stone flakes are also very convenient.

Yue Qian returned home with stone flakes and bamboo.

Before he reached the door of the house, he saw Chang's father standing under a big tree from a distance, looking around.It seems that Chang's father saw that he had been out for so long and hadn't come back, so he was afraid of encountering a wild animal and went out to look for it.

Yue Qian saw Chang's father, and Chang's father also happened to see him, and scolded: "Don't go far, where are you going?"

The more submerged and not annoyed, he replied: "It's just behind the house."

The moon had already hung in the night sky, and Yue Qian found that he and Changfu were both standing under a sycamore tree. Seeing the sycamore tree reminded him of the phoenix bird.

There was no trace of the phoenix bird for several days, it disappeared without a trace.

If it reappears next time, imprison it and keep it in a birdcage.

Yue Qian was gloomy for a while, and unexpectedly came up with such an idea.

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The rice germinates, and soon grows green leaves, densely packed.

A bunch of seedlings were carefully pulled out from the seedling field, placed in bamboo baskets, and brought to the edge of the rice field.Chang's father taught Yueqian how to plant seedlings in the paddy fields, and Yueqian studied hard.

The people of the Yunyue tribe eat rice as their staple food. Even though Changfu was a nobleman who did not do much production before being captured, he is familiar with the process of rice cultivation. Besides, he can learn from other slaves who are transplanting rice seedlings.

Yueqian stuck his feet in the paddy field, bent over, and learned how to transplant rice seedlings in a decent way. He was wearing a new sackcloth, which was rough in craftsmanship and ugly in style.

After planting the rice seedlings in his hand, Chang's father slowly stood up and beat the old man's waist. While beating his waist, he watched Yue Qian who was working beside him.

Chang's father thought to himself: If this boy is really a farmer, then he still has some freedom and some hope.

Yue Qian cared about planting rice seedlings by himself, his hands and feet were covered with mud, even his face was covered with dirt, the sun was shining brightly, baking his exposed arms until they turned red.

His sweat streaked his face, ran across his chin, and dripped into the mud.

In a small paddy field, two people with no farming experience worked hard. Before dark, the seedlings were neatly planted in the paddy field without delaying the farm work.

Sitting on the ridge of the field, looking at the sparse rice seedlings in the paddy field, Yue Qian was a little distracted. He thought of the rice fields in Yunyue Country, where one acre after another was neatly planted on both sides of the cloud and water.

When Yue Qian was a child, he used to travel with his father and brother on a dragon boat and saw golden rice fields along the way.When the wind blows, the rice plants sway in unison, which is as spectacular as waves.

The golden color everywhere is the memory of the distant hometown.

The past, which is already out of reach, seems to be pulled back a little, and it no longer seems like a lifetime away.

Father Chang went to the ditch to wash his hands and feet, which were covered in mud. He returned to the paddy field after washing his hands and feet, and saw Yueqian still sitting on the ridge.Yue Qian's muddy hands and feet had been dried by the sun, and the mud was cracked.

Father Chang walked over and sat down next to Yue Qian.

Yue Qian raised his eyes and asked, "When it is planted now, when will it bloom and bear ears?"

"If it survives, it will start earing in about one month." Chang's father thought that his ghost had gone somewhere, but he was thinking about rice farming.

Father Chang continued: "When it blooms and bears fruit, we will be able to harvest the ears of rice in two months."

"It will take more than three months." Yue Qian calculated the date, and after more than three months, they will be able to eat rice.

He hadn't eaten rice for two years since his capture, almost forgetting its taste.

"This crop grows very fast. In the Qingyue Valley of our Yunyue Country, there is abundant rain all year round and the climate is hot. We can grow rice twice a year." Chang's father narrowed his eyes, rarely showing a smile, and said leisurely : "The people of Yunyue are best at growing rice and fishing, so they never worry about food."

There are stretches of paddy fields, criss-crossing water systems, and rich products. Yunyue people have plenty of food and never go hungry.

Yue Qian took off the lid of the bamboo tube and poured the water in the bamboo tube into his abdomen. After working, he was full of water, and his hunger became stronger.

He handed the bamboo tube to Father Chang, got up and went to the water to wash off the mud on his body, and saw his own figure reflected in the water, with disheveled hair and poor clothes, he had long been used to it.

Two years ago, Yueqian lived in Yunshui City. Although his hair was loose, someone helped him take care of it.The two strands of hair around the ears are braided, gathered behind the ears, joined with the rest of the loose hair, and tied with a headband at the end of the hair.

Hanging hair is the hair style of Yunyue's young children. When they are a little older, they will tie their hair into a bun, which looks like a vertebra, so it is called vertebra hair.

There are hairpins inserted in the vertebral hair, both men and women.

Often aristocratic men will also wear armbands, with silver and gold.Before Yue Qian was captured, he had a snake-shaped golden bracelet, which was worn on his left arm.

Yue Qian is the son of King Yunyue, with exquisite hair accessories, luxurious clothes, parasols on his head, and dust-free feet.

He rubbed the black mud between his toes vigorously, and patted his neck and face, which were reddened by the sun, with water. Suddenly, he heard the rough talking and laughing of guard soldiers not far away, and he submerged and raised his head.

There is a military camp near the place where the slaves live, and there are dozens of guard soldiers in the military camp.

Crossing the river in front of you called Huishui, there are mountains and dense forests beyond the waters, and wild animals are everywhere.They are in the barren mountains and mountains, like those wild animals trapped in the garden, confined in it.

A few days later, early in the morning, Yue Qian was driven by soldiers to go fishing in Weishui. Passing the paddy fields, Yue Qian noticed that the seedlings in the paddy fields were tall and green, growing well and thriving.

In the hot summer, since the sun rises, it scorches everything in the world.The fishing slaves were sweating profusely dragging the fishing nets on the boat. Under the sun, the soldiers put the fish into baskets under the urging of the soldiers.

The slaves work in pairs to carry the heavy bamboo baskets and lift them onto the big boat, which will be loaded with fresh fish and go to the wharf of Rongguo Capital.

Every day before dawn, I have to go fishing in the river, and work hard until the afternoon before I have to stop.

One very hot afternoon, the sun was scorching, the soldiers stayed in the barracks, and there was no one patrolling outside the camp.The slaves living on the river bank came out to do activities one after another. They picked wild fruits, picked up dead branches, sneaked into the lush vegetation, and sneaked down the river to catch fish and shellfish.

Yue Qian was alone in the bamboo grove behind the house. He used stone knives to cut bamboo strips and weave bamboo cages.He still uses bamboo cages to catch small animals, but the place where the bamboo cages are placed is more hidden, and his whereabouts are more cautious, so that the soldiers will not be found.

After weaving a bamboo cage, there is still a lot of bamboo left, so Yue Qian started to weave a birdcage.

It was Yueqian's first time weaving a birdcage. He conceived the structure of the birdcage in his head, and kept cutting bamboo strips in his hands. When he didn't pay attention, he pulled out a hole in his right index finger, and blood flowed.

It hurts, but it doesn't seem that painful. This kind of pain is really nothing compared to being whipped.Yue Qian covered the bleeding hole, and continued to work after the blood had coagulated.

The bamboo strips were stained with his blood, so that the bird cage made of bamboo strips was stained with blood.

At dusk, with a bamboo cage and a bird cage in my arms, I returned to my thatched hut, and I dived past the sycamore tree behind the house. There was a bird singing on the branch. When I looked up, it was still the tit.

It has been a long time since the Phoenix Bird arrived, and it seems that it will never appear again.