Chapter Twenty-Three: If the people of this tribe are descendants of earthlings, then they ...... Aren't they their ancestors?
"I just think this painting is beautiful!" Qian Duoduo hid the shock in her heart, she couldn't show her flaws in front of the elders.
Isn't the script of this world Chinese Simplified? But why does the official language speak so slippery? From the birdmen I met before to these tribesmen, they all speak the Chinese language fluently.
If the people of this tribe are descendants of earthlings, then they ...... Aren't they their ancestors?
She came directly from 2020, and before she set off, the earthlings were still talking about Earth 2.0, and they didn't even find 3.0, let alone 5.0. The UFO-like spaceship shown in the picture, with the technology of 2020, cannot be built yet, and it should be the product of future technology.
Qian Duoduo's heart was shook, and these thoughts flashed through the lightning and flint, and they didn't let the elders see her surprise.
The elder was not disappointed, and seemed to think that this was normal. He said: "We lion tribesmen have lived in the canyons of the snow-capped mountains since we can remember, and although it is very hard, we can always get by. No one has ever understood these murals, and we haven't understood them for many years. ”
He asked, "Where did you come from, and is the tribe far from here?"
"It's so far away that I can't walk on two feet, and I was caught by a birdman and brought here. Qian Duoduo said with a roll of his eyes.
She can't let people know she's not indigenous, at least not yet. So I'm sorry, Bi Ze, please carry this pot!
She still has some thoughts about the beautiful boy in her heart, but she just thinks about it. Every cell in Qian Duoduo's body was telling her not to approach that person, however, her heart seemed to be a little uncontrollable.
Why does this name come to mind so naturally?
Qian Duoduo already sensed that something was wrong with him.
That face has been lingering in my mind since I glanced at it.
When I walk, I think of him.
When eating, I think of him.
When I sleep, I think of him.
She knew she was finished.
"Well," said the elder, touching her head, kindly, "if you don't have a place to live, you can stay in our tribe." We have a lot of young men here, all of them are very energetic, and they will like a beautiful female like you. ”
Qian Duoduo: "...... I'm sorry, I don't think I'm here to contribute to the reproduction of your tribe.
The elder said, "There are too many fierce beasts in the snow-capped mountains, and it is not safe for humans to be outside. There is only our lion tribe in this area, and no other tribe will come here until spring comes, so if you don't have a place to go, this is the best choice. ”
Qian Duoduo thought about it and felt that what he said made sense. Humans need to live in groups, and living in groups brings a sense of security and belonging. If she hadn't been looking for her kind, she wouldn't have caught eagles like an idiot, and in her heart she would have moved in with them.
"Thank you, I'll give you a good idea of what you suggest. I originally came out this time to exchange some salt, do you think you can use this kind of rattan basket to exchange salt with your tribe?" Qian Duoduo glanced at the furnishings of the cave, and roughly understood the living standard of the lion tribe. This cave is the elder's home, and there are turtle boards, ropes, stone tablets for remembering, and some animal skins and bones, as well as simple clay pots. The clay pot may be one of the more valuable items, because it is treated with great pity, the surface is polished and shiny, and it is placed on the desk as an ornament, rather than directly used to cook meat and soup.
She showed the rattan basket she had brought to the elders.
When the big white lion brought her back, he brought back a strange thing that Qian Duoduo had carried, a long upturned back and forth, and the basket on it, and the nuts and dry food contained in it were not lost. The Great White Lion is a good lion, it doesn't lose a cub of the tribe, it doesn't lose a grain of grain, it's a money-keeping lion.
The elder had already been amazed by the rattan basket with two straps she brought, and just wanted to take a closer look, but without the master's consent, he had to suppress his curiosity, and then took it over to inspect: "This basket is big, durable, and very good. It is more delicate than the basket made by the Fuji clan. We can exchange it for salt or meat. ”
He was very satisfied, and personally put his two arms through the harness, carried the rattan basket and tried it, and felt that it was very convenient, and he could imagine how much effort everyone could save to carry this kind of basket up the mountain to pick fruits for hunting, and they could also untie/release their hands.
The elder took out a tortoise board, wrote something like a contract on it, and handed it to Qian Duoduo: "I will keep this basket, you can take the tortoise board to the place where the food is stored to get salt or meat." ”