Fei Xuechun said to his subordinates: "It is very difficult to make fat intestines, because it is not easy to wash fat intestines. ”

Tang Xizong: "In the past, I hated fat intestines when I saw them, but now I want to eat some fat intestines." ”

Tang Zhangwei: "In the past, I always felt that fat sausages were stinky, but now I can eat them, which shows that Rao has changed greatly." ”

Tang Xizong: "I once learned this dry pot fat sausage with the imperial chef, which is to use onions as a base, and then add red peppers, garlic cloves, and a lot of oil, so that a pot of dishes is served." ”

Fei Xuechun: "I didn't expect His Majesty the Emperor to have studied this dish." ”

Tang Xizong: "Then what am I studying in your mind?" You can't just eat every time and just do nothing. ”

Command her! What did he tell her? The Crane didn't talk, he couldn't tell her to bring the wood. The cold made my head dizzy, and I can't think through it now.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Jodala knew that the boy had indeed told the woman to bring some wood. He communicates in a certain way. He turned his attention to the boy again, this time clearly feeling his hostility. He couldn't figure out why, but he knew he was young

People don't like him to observe the Crane woman. He knew very well that if he took a step now, he would be in big trouble. It would be unwise to pour too much attention into the Crane woman, he concluded, especially when there was a man by his side—no matter how old that man was.

The tension eased when Jodala made no obvious gesture and stopped looking at the woman. Standing face-to-face with a Klan, he felt that they were measuring each other, which made him even more uneasy. He felt that he was standing face to face with a man, but this man was not the same as the men he knew. In his previous travels, the people he met were distinctly human. They speak different languages, have different customs, and live in different houses – but they're all people.

This one is different, but is he an animal? He was short and stocky, but his bare feet were no different from Chodala's. His legs are a bit loopy, but he also walks upright, just like a human. He had a little more hair than the average person, especially on his arms and shoulders, Jodala thought. But it's not like animals. He knew some hairy men. This Klan man has a broad chest and strong muscles, and although he is still there, the average person is no match for him. But the adult Crane that Jodara had seen were all in shape. There is a slight difference between the face and the head. But what kind of difference? His eyebrows are heavier, his forehead is not high enough, and he leans back a little, but his head is large. The neck is short, there is no chin, the jaw protrudes forward, and the bridge of the nose is high. It was a face, unlike anyone I knew, but it was. They also use fire.

But they don't talk, people talk. I'm wondering...... Do they also communicate? Which! He's talked to me about it all. How does he know I need fire? Why would the Klan people help someone? Jodara was confused, but the Nakran had indeed saved his life.

What does the Nakran seem to have decided. He suddenly made the same gesture that Chodala had made to follow him to the fire, and then walked out of the clearing, and returned to the way he had come, as if he knew that the man would follow him, and that Jodala had followed him. The clothes were still wet when he left the fire, so Chodala was glad he still had a wolfskin to wear on his shoulders. As he approached the river, the Klan man ran, waving his arms and making a high-pitched sound. An animal was scared away, but the sturgeon was partially eaten. Obviously, despite its size, the sturgeon, which has no ability to defend itself, has to be slaughtered.

The Klan's anger at the animal that had eaten the sturgeon caused a thought to pop into Jodara's head. Could that fish be the reason the Klan people gave him help? Does he want fish?

The Klan put his hand into the skin that was wrapped around him, took out a sharp flint, and scratched it at the sturgeon, as if to cut off a part. Then he gestured to himself for some of the fish and the other for the tall man, and waited quietly. It was already clear that the Klan man wanted fish, but then a whole bunch of questions popped into Jodala's head.

Where did the Klan get their tools? He wanted to take a closer look, but he knew that the tool would never be as elaborate as he had made, it was made of a thick block of stone, not a thin edge, but it could also be used as a sharp weapon. It is man-made and has some noticeable patterns on it. In addition to the tools, there were a lot of problems that plagued him. The Crane man could not speak, but he could undoubtedly communicate, and Jodara wondered if he could express his thoughts in a concise way.

The Klan people waited hopefully. Jodala nodded, but he didn't know if the gesture could be understood. The Klans understood what he meant, and without the slightest hesitation, the Klans immediately plunged into the work of cutting the fish.

The Zelandani watched as they struck a strange thought that could overturn their preconceptions. What exactly counts as an animal? Animals will gnaw and bite at the fish. Intelligent animals will perceive a person as dangerous and will wait for the person to leave or die. Animals don't understand that people are afraid of cold, they need fire, they don't make fires, they don't bring people to the fire, they don't ask for a share of food. These are all acts of forgiveness, or things that belong to human nature.

All his beliefs, the ones that had been instilled in him since he was born, and which were now deeply ingrained in his bones, began to waver. The Klan are animals, and everyone does. Isn't it obvious? They don't talk. Is that all? Is that the difference?

Jodala didn't care if he owned the whole fish, but he was curious. How much will the Klan take? You have to cut the fish anyway, otherwise it's too heavy to move. It was difficult for all four people to lift the fish up.

Suddenly, the Klans didn't move. His heart beat faster. Did he hear anything?

Jodalar! Jodalar

The Crane watched in amazement, and Jodara brushed aside the trees on the shore and looked out onto the river.

Here it is! I'm here! Sonoran!" His brother came to him. He saw a lot of people in the boat in the middle of the river, and he shouted again. They also saw him, waving their arms, and paddling at him.

A grunt drew his attention back to the Klan, who saw that the fish on the beach had been split in two from head to tail, and that the Klan man was moving half of his large fish to a hide laid out beside it.

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