Old Lem and the Bull took Tata to hunt wild animals, and Pei Pei was the only one left under the empty mountain.

Pei Pei spread her consciousness and walked back to the edge of the jungle, quickly picking up firewood while alerting to potential dangers around her.

After collecting firewood, Pei Pei returned to the mountain where the three of them had just separated, found a sheltered position, piled up the dead branches he had picked up, and then found a diesel lighter from Old Lem's backpack, squatted down and began to make a fire.

Our lady had no experience in making fires in the wild, and at first she thought it would be easy to make a fire in the wild, just take a dead branch and light it with a lighter, and then put it back in the firewood.

That's what the county lord thought, so she did it. But who would have thought that the fire was not so taken for granted, and when the fire was extinguished for the first time, she thought that there was not enough fuel for the fire. So the second time, as soon as the fire was lit, she immediately picked up a large pile of dead branches and stacked them. Hehe, the fire didn't go up, but the smoke came out, but it was conceivable that this time it was a failure again.

The county lord had no choice but to do it again without believing in evil.

This time, after the dead branches used for the fire came out of the flames, she carefully held the dead branches that burned the flames and put them back into the firewood pile lightly, not daring to pile a lot of firewood at one time, but tried to fold two dead branches to help burn. This time, the fire lasted for a while, but only for two or three minutes, and the fire was extinguished again.

- How can it be so difficult to make a fire!

Pei Pei straightened up in frustration and kicked the firewood in anger.

Yesterday at noon, the barbecue in the wild, old Lyme sent her to fetch water when he was lighting the fire, so she didn't see how old Lyme lit the fire. I thought it was very light to make a fire, but who would have thought that it would be my turn, but it couldn't even light a fire!

Pei Pei crossed her waist and looked at the pile of dead branches on the ground for a while. She sighed, crouched down again, and tried again.

This time, she used her brain a little. It was no longer a stupid head covered to light a fire and fold dead branches, but took out the backpack left by old Lem. Try to find something from this backpack that can be used to fuel the combustion.

Old Lem's backpack had a lot of clutter, all kinds of bottles and cans, and some gadgets. There are a few bottles that look like spice bottles, and in addition to that, there is a bottle shell that she looks familiar with.

- Isn't this the bottle of medical alcohol that old Lyme gave her to disinfect after she touched the armadillo? Haha, there's a way!

Pei Pei smiled and took out the alcohol bottle and put it aside, and then found a few short tattered and loose hemp ropes from her backpack. As an expert in jungle survival, Old Lem probably wouldn't put useless items in his backpack, so Pei Pei wondered if this could be the combustible used by Old Lem to make fires.

Old Lem was not around now, and there was no way to ask for an answer. So. Pei Pei simply used the tattered hemp rope as a fuel combustion.

She pulled one of the broken twine more loosely, and sprinkled a little medical alcohol on top of the dead branch and the broken twine. With a little more lighter, the flames burst out. Then she began to carefully add dead branches, and this time—she finally succeeded.

Pei Pei proudly wiped the sweat from her face and sat down cross-legged.

She broke the dead branches to light the fire, and waited idly for the Fierce Bull and Old Lem to return.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the figures of Old Lime and Fierce Bull finally appeared.

Pei Pei rose to meet him, and took a fertile hare from old Lem's hand.

"Haha, good luck this time, it stands to reason. The closer I got to the golden eagle's lair, the more difficult it was to find this little wild animal, and I thought I would have to go a long way to catch my prey. Who would have thought that it would not be long before he left to find this fat rabbit! Listening to this tone, you can see that old Lem is in a very good mood at this moment.

The fierce bull also held a pheasant in his hand, and responded with a smile: "Hehehe, you don't understand, in this season of prey breeding, the closer you get to the nest of the golden eagle, the easier it is for these small prey to survive." ”

"Why is that?" Pei Pei asked curiously.

"I told you along the way that birds of prey also have territorial awareness, do you remember, in this season of wild things, as the king of the sky in this territory, the golden eagle, after having offspring. The first thing to do is to clear the surrounding area of the beasts that will endanger its offspring, such as snakes, foxes, bobcats, leopards and other climbing beasts. This is the instinctive behavior of the golden eagle in order to prevent its newborn offspring from being harmed by these beasts! There is no such thing as a carnivorous wild animal. Small, herbivorous wild animals are of course more likely to reproduce and survive. The fierce bull explained to Pei Pei with a smile.

"Then if the golden eagle has no offspring, will these little wild animals avoid the golden eagle's nest by taking advantage of the disadvantage?" Pei Pei asked curiously.

"You're still wrong! In general. Birds of prey such as golden eagles do not hunt small wild animals such as hares or pheasants during the season when there is no shortage of prey. Golden eagles eat a lot of food, so they prefer to hunt large prey, such as roe deer, deer, goats, etc. It is only in seasons such as winter, when there is a shortage of prey, that they catch something, even around their nests. The captain of the Indian Hunters, who was an expert in jungle hunting, explained to Pei Pei with a smile.

"So there's still that kind of saying." Pei Pei nodded unconsciously.

At this time, old Lem came up with a sentence: "Okay, let's not discuss this yet, my belly has been hungry until now!" Bull, you take Pell to the river to clean up the prey, and I'll boil water here and wait for you to come back, and fill two more jugs by the way. ”

Old Lem had already dug out the large teapot from his backpack, poured all the water in his kettle into the teapot, and handed the empty kettle to Pei Pei.

Then, he pulled a dagger from his trouser leg and handed it to Pei Pei, "Go to the river and wash your face by the way, make your face so dirty when you make a fire!" ”

"Really? Is your face dirty? Pei Pei raised her arm and pulled her sleeve to wipe her face.

was interrupted by old Lem like this, and the fierce bull stopped the topic. He took the pheasant in his hand and smiled at Pei Pei, "There is a river not far away, Peel, come with me with a rabbit." ”

Pei Pei didn't care about continuing to wipe her face, and hurriedly responded with an "oh". Holding a rabbit in one hand and a dagger in the other, and two large water bottles on his back, he followed behind the fierce bull.

The two of them crossed the mountain and walked for about ten minutes. A wide river appeared in front of the two of them.

"This river is not small, does it have a name?" Pei Pei walked to the river and squatted. While washing his face with water, he asked the fierce bull.

The bull walked up to Peipei, picked up the hare she had placed at her heels, pulled a sharp dagger from her waist, and replied to Peipei while skinning the rabbit: "The whites named it the 'Missouri River,' but our Highland Indians have called this river the 'River of Great Canoes' for generations." ”

"The Missouri River? It's so close to the Mississippi River! Pei Pei picked up two kettles and began to fill them.

In a few moments, the two kettles were filled, and Pei Pei crouched beside the fierce bull and watched him skin the rabbit.

The bull flung the skinned rabbit in the river. Picking up the dagger, he continued to disembowelize the rabbit and clean the entrails.

After looking at it for a while, Pei Pei, who had nothing to do, got up and looked at the river at her feet and asked, "The Missouri River and the Mississippi River are so close to each other, is there a connection between these two rivers?" ”

"How could it not be, the name of the Missouri River was taken by the white people based on the pronunciation of the Mississippi River, which is the longest tributary of the Mississippi River." As he spoke, the bull stood up and stretched out his hand to point in the direction of the river: "This is the source part, and the further down it goes, the wider and longer the river becomes. ”

"The source of the Missouri River is on the eastern slope of the Rocky Mountains in our state of Montana." The bull pointed in the direction of the river and continued: "After flowing downstream through Yellowstone, it flows through the already semi-arid Rocky Great Plains. It flows north of St. Louis, Missouri, and eventually joins the Mississippi River. The Indian ancestors of the entire plateau tribe have always had the habit of migrating along this 'river of big canoes'. ”

Speaking of which. The fierce bull's tone unconsciously deepened, and he squatted down again, picked up the rabbit on the shore and continued to clean up the internal organs.

Pei Pei inexplicably looked at the fierce bull, the fierce bull drooped his head at this time, with a lonely look on his face, while cleaning up the prey in his hands, and at the same time recounted to Pei Pei in a low mood the experience of the brown bear tribe:

"Our brown bear tribe is one of the few tribes that still follows the traditional living customs of the Plateau Indians. Every year, the chieftain of the tribe takes the tribesmen through two seasonal migrations. In the winter, we would live in permanent villages near the river. In the spring, we reclaim the land and sow crops such as corn and sweet potatoes. Wait until you're done planting the seeds. It is also the season when all the prey is out and the whole tribe migrates to the jungle camp, where it is easier to hunt. Go on a traditional hunt. In autumn, we return to our riverside villages with our abundant game. At this time, it is also the harvest time for the crops sown in the spring. Year after year, the whole tribe continues like this for generations! ”

"I remember one winter, when I was only six or seven years old, and there were a number of white people in the village, and they brought the so-called approval. According to these white people, it is our tribe's way of life that destroys the reproduction of wild and rare animals. So, they came to give us a notice that our entire tribe must move out of its original habitat. ”

The chief, who was still young at the time, refused to accept such an approval, and angrily drove the whites away. After that, we spent the winter seemingly peacefully. But when it came time for the hunting season the following year, trouble came. During the hunting season, whenever the tribesmen returned any large wild animals, the white lawyers' lawyers and armed policemen would break into our camp and take away all the tribesmen who participated in the hunt. Under the threat of gunshots, I watched as my father was taken away along with them, and the white lawyers left a fine with a hefty fine! ”

The fierce bull's voice was indignant: "Hehe, according to those white lawyers, the hunters in the tribe have broken the law!" Ha! Laws made by white people! Their law is that our people must go to the so-called wildlife protection department before each hunting and apply for the corresponding hunting license for each species, and then they can carry out the so-called legal hunting! There is also a special restriction on the number of games that can be hunted as indicated on the hunting licence. Hehe, at that time, the hunting members of the tribe were all taken away, and there was a high fine waiting for us! The rest of the tribe were the old and weak, and during the hunting season, the old and weak women and children had to rely on gathering and traps for food. After the hunting season is over. We returned to our original permanent village, and then winter came. I still remember that winter, we relied on the corn and sweet potatoes we harvested in the fall. Survive a difficult winter! ”

"And what about later? What happened? Pei Pei looked cautiously at the fierce bull.

The bull handed the cleaned rabbit to Pei Pei, and picked up the pheasant at his feet. While plucking, he continued:

After all the hunters in the tribe had been taken away, the chiefs and elders were busy seeking assistance from the local Indian reservation government. With the help of American-Indian lawyers from the Reservation District Government, it was not until the spring of the following year that the taken hunters were finally released on bail. However, in the face of the high amount of fines, if they do not pay, the clansmen will still be taken away after the bail period has expired. So. After discussion among the chiefs and elders, they finally decided to take the entire brown bear tribe on a migration to avoid the high fines that oppressed us like hanging swords. ”

"I remember that on the fifth night of my father's release on bail, all the belongings were packed and we started to evacuate as soon as it was dark. It was one of the saddest migrations in the memory of our entire tribe. We led the chief's long journey along the 'Great Canoe River' in front of us, and finally re-established a new village by a tributary of the 'Great Canoe River'. The permanent village located downstream of the 'Great Canoe River' that had been built by our ancestors for generations was reluctantly abandoned. It wasn't long after that migration. The abandoned village downstream, along with the surrounding area of the village, was included in the Yellowstone Nature Reserve by the state government. Yes, the old chiefs and elders reacted early on. All of this is a ploy by the white government to force us out. But—"

The fierce bull vented the neck of the pheasant with the dagger in his hand, and then cut open the belly of the chicken, and continued indignantly while pulling the entrails of the pheasant:

"What if you understand it? For more than 200 years, white people's guns and cannons have driven us to move again and again. On the night we were about to leave our homeland, the old chief reassured us that we Indians of the plateau tribe were born to be migratory peoples. Since the land here can no longer belong to us, let's find a new land that belongs to us! And just like that, we were led by the old chiefs and tribal elders. Took all our belongings and left our original homeland. We're on a trek all the way. Looking for a new home. Finally, along the river in front of you. We've found a new piece of paradise. We cut down tall trees and built new villages by the river! Next to the new village, we reclaimed the wasteland and planted the seeds of hope! We still maintain our traditional migration customs, and every spring and summer, we come to the depths of the jungle and set up camp for traditional hunting activities! But—"

The fierce bull suddenly looked up at Pei Pei, his eyes filled with infinite sorrow, "-But, I'm afraid!" I fear that at some point in the future, the representatives of those white governments will once again shatter our peaceful lives! ”

The fierce bull lowered his head again, and the lonely voice sounded in Pei Pei's ears: "When that moment comes again, what should we do?" Do you want to avoid migration again? Or a struggle? Or learn from the Indians down the hill. Although they have abandoned the traditional living customs of their ancestors and learned the way of life of the white people, they have lived a better life than us! I sometimes think, maybe maybe they're right! We should have changed! We owe it to the children of the tribe to have a better future! They can wear shoes and school bags to school, to learn a wealth of knowledge, and in the future, some of them may be able to become lawyers, and they can use what they have learned to help more fellow Indians! Instead of crawling barefoot in the wilderness like now, he followed the women out to gather at a young age, and when he was a little older, he went deep into the jungle with bows and arrows on his back to hunt! ”

"I don't want the children of the tribe to repeat the life of the previous generation, it's time for a change! But before I can do that, I have to be the next chief! So—"

The fierce bull looked up at Pei Pei again, and the glint in his eyes was so bright, "That's why I agreed to your request with a little hesitation!" The power you showed yesterday gave me hope! I'm willing to help you make such a dangerous attempt, and along the way, I've come up with a trap plan. I, you, and old Lem, as long as the three of us cooperate tacitly, there is a great possibility of successfully trapping the golden eagle! After success, the golden eagle will be yours, and I only need a feather on the neck of the golden eagle! ”

Pei Pei was infected by the love of the fierce bull, and with emotion, she nodded violently at the fierce bull, "No problem!" (To be continued)

ps: After seven o'clock, I sat down in front of the computer desk and started to code words, check the information and brew, and it was not until now that the code was finished. Meow continues to shout the old slogan: Ask for collection, ask for reward, ask for recommendation, ask for pink!