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Among the three, the great witch is the real decision-maker. Many things in the tribe require the approval of the other party. Moved, the patriarch felt inexplicably ashamed, why he was not as good as the other party.

The big witch didn't express his opinion right away, but Ji Mo said angrily: "Are you afraid of being destroyed?"

"—Okay." The big witch seemed to glance at him, the light in his eyes seemed to flicker, and then nodded in agreement, "Let's do it first."

It was an ambiguous acquiescence.

Being able to get such an attitude, Ji Mo was relieved from the bottom of his heart. No matter how determined he is, he can't withstand the torrent of reality. How many ideals turn into mud when they enter the society. He has heard about it even if he hasn't experienced it personally. You will feel that the other party will listen to what you say, and it is already very good to be able to do this.

"Are you trying to destroy something?"

The patriarch was still out of the situation, he didn't know that Da Wu had a conversation with Ji Mo that he was not allowed to destroy, and asking questions now made the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

A smile appeared on Ji Mo's face, and even the big witch inevitably relaxed his back, stretched his arms, and drove them away: "Go, go, don't you have to hurry tomorrow? Go to sleep!"

During these words, he had once again shouldered the responsibility of leading the way.

The patriarch who retreated ahead of Ji Mo in a daze still didn't know what he meant... He glanced at Ji Mo, a boy of this age was already able to participate in reproduction, and he could no longer be treated as a child, the patriarch's A big hand patted on his shoulder, as if to say something comforting, but he only said: "Don't mess with the big witch."

I don't know if this sentence is to persuade him to look away, or to make him give in more willingly.

Instead, Ji Mo was stunned by what he said, and when he realized it, the patriarch had already gone back to sleep in his thatched hut, so there was really no need to talk about it.

A silent smile, this kind of clumsy consolation, who doesn't even see the opportunity to grab this spot, is it simple?In other words, they feel that this kind of quota is the destiny of ghosts and gods, and it should be appointed by the great witch.

Walked to the fire, sat down, added a few pieces of dry grass to the fire, watched the grass curled and blackened by the fire, and quickly turned into a wisp of green smoke, Ji Mo's mood became more and more peaceful, he wanted to What I did was to seek the possibility of victory in the failure.

Thinking in this way, he has the courage to break the boat. If this is the case, no matter how bad it is, what reason does he not have to do something big?

On the second day, Dawu quietly walked to the leader's position and led the way ahead. Ji Mo still followed Dawu and listened to his understanding of yesterday's arrangement, the good side, the bad side, and if it was He arranged where he would go, the same direction, where and how he would go...

Teach carefully, it seems to be a step further than before.

Ji Mo listened silently, even if he couldn't take this path, the experience of this path may not be useless, aside from the idealistic things of ghosts and gods, other knowledge can't be explained by science.

As long as you live in this world, this knowledge is useful, and even in other similar worlds, this knowledge is not completely useless.

Given a similar environment, Ji Mo felt that he could be a little expert in living in the wild.

"This time we are going to the tribe, there are other tribes."

After walking for another two days, the great witch said such words to Ji Mo. Ji Mo was a little surprised. He didn't know this when he said that he wanted to unite with other tribes, so the great witch had already made arrangements to unite?No, it should be a rally.

"Every few years, we will gather together for a period of time, not necessarily living there for a long time, maybe we will migrate again soon."

Dawu doesn't think this kind of gathering is called union, at best it's a kind of exchange, not only exchanging things that each other needs, exchanging news, knowing what kind of environment and journey are other places that can be inhabited by human beings, but also Can you know the movements of other beasts, whether there are new beasts that have never been seen before, whether there are any beasts that you have been familiar with that can no longer be found...

When all kinds of news are collected, the great witches of the two sides will also talk and express their own judgments. Under the premise of the human race, as long as they have not reached the point where they have to kill each other to survive, there will be frankness. required.

In addition, it is the exchange of clansmen.

It is a free choice of which there is no specified amount.

People's personalities are inherently different, some like this kind of life, some like that kind of life, new things are always fresher, the handsome guys and beautiful women in the clan are tired of looking at the crooked, looking good on the outside, they are willing to follow, There are all of them.

What the big witches control is a certain degree, and the number of tribes on either side will not be greatly reduced because of this. It is not a loss to exchange some people with people from other tribes.

I don't know when this custom was passed down, which made this gathering feel like a blind date meeting.

In Ji Mo's view, this is also a reasonable and scientific approach. Because of the unstable marriage relationship between the same tribe, some things are not too conspicuous, but when it comes to real analysis, blood relatives and so on, I dare not say it is true. Completely put an end to it, after all, no one is serious about counting genealogical relationships, not even the great witch is responsible for such trivial matters.

There is no formed text that can be recognized and communicated, and there is not enough identification of names. Just like modern people have the same name, there are also people with the same name among tribes. Some names can’t even say that the sound is a word, but Some people think that the sound of birds chirping is pleasant, so they directly use that sound as their name.

Meaning or something, not really possessed.

In this case, how to distinguish each of them and make them agree with this distinction to delineate their blood relationship is very troublesome.

Dawu's memory is very good, he can remember many things, but he can only remember the distribution of blood relatives in the past three generations, and he can't count them all.

He also never felt that this kind of census and subsequent records of blood relatives were necessary, and Ji Mo had never thought of it before. There are many common things that can be regarded as common sense in modern times, but they are not here. Primitive, it seems that such a word can cover up something that is not necessary for survival.

It wasn't until the big witch talked about the blind date at the rally and told him jokingly not to run away with women from other tribes that Ji Mo remembered the matter of "cannot get married within three generations".

This world should not have this kind of cognition, but Dawu and the others have already gone in the direction of science without knowing it. Among other things, this kind of blood-changing gathering can also make the next generation of children in the clan feel better. As for problems like deformed children.

Uh, with the physical fitness of people in this world, is it really possible to be deformed?

"No, I haven't become a witch Zhu yet. Before that, I won't think about other things."

Ji Mo’s words made Da Wu frown. This is not a thought he would agree with, but thinking of Ji Mo’s identity bestowed by ghosts and gods, Da Wu didn’t say much. As long as the other party doesn’t promote this kind of thought, there is nothing to say. There is no real strict requirement to the individual, it is just voluntary.

It can only be said that the environment really affects people. Seeing everyone around you is like this, it seems that there is only one way in life, and no one will choose to deliberately go against life and choose a road that no one has traveled.

At this point, it is difficult for Ji Mo to do as the Romans do. No matter how you say it, the education and memories he received at the beginning are the foundation of who he is now. Not the most fundamental kind.

A seed, from the time it is a seed, its classification determines what it can grow into and what kind of flowers it will produce. Even if there are mutations in the process and other influences, the most rooted ones are still the same. changing.

The same is true for people, whose stubbornness is more than seeds.

Ji Mo doesn't want to change for the sake of following the Romans, just like he doesn't want to change his state of mind to pursue something wholeheartedly.

When this conversation came to an end, half of the journey had already passed. In one month, they encountered two fierce beasts. All the beast meat was sent directly into the stomach bag, and the rest was smoked and roasted on the fire overnight, which became the next day's ration.

Because of the lingering smell of the ferocious beast, the second half of the journey went smoothly. When they could see the spacious sparkling river in the distance, the big witch told them that they had arrived.

Facing each other across the river, there are many familiar trees planted on the other side of the river bank, which are the kind that smell people. It can be stretched out to the surface of the river like fishing fish from the river. It can't be completely used as a pontoon bridge, but it is enough for a man who can jump two or three meters at a time.

Behind the trees, there were faint figures, and some people were watching from the tops of the trees. The dancing black shadows whistled quickly, scaring away the birds in the sky.

Here, some men responded to the whistle with excited smiles on their faces. Some of them only found out where their destination was in the second half of the journey.

Maybe some of them came from that tribe during the last gathering, and even the whistles could come and go, blending together smoothly.

The excited smiles on the faces of the men were contagious, and some children who didn't know what was going on also laughed, as if they knew that this long and boring journey had finally come to an end.

The child who just wanted to sit on the ground with his buttocks, now rolled in the mud and got up, laughing and going to the river, but was stopped by someone, so he calmed down a little.