Chapter 50 Good days, suitable for going south

There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, this poem shouted out by the patriotic poet Du Fu hundreds of years later, in the cruel environment of drinking blood, it is natural that he can't pick up the sentence 'sheltering the world's poor people are happy'.

Because in this era when even living is a problem, reading is really a very luxurious thing, everything here has to be worked out with your own hands, and it is impossible for someone to conjure up a house for people out of thin air.

But in the eyes of all the people, these houses that were strong enough to withstand wild beasts, shelter from the wind and rain, and fire kang that could protect them from the cold, were conjured out of thin air by the Great Emperor.

Therefore, the clansmen are more and more in awe of Wang Xu, whether it is eating or sleeping in the morning, noon and evening, they must bow down and pray in the direction of Wang Xu's car to express their gratitude to the emperor.

In order not to waste the piety of the tribesmen, Wang Xu specially wrote the "Thousand Character Text" to teach Mo Lian, so that she could teach the tribesmen the prayers when praying every day.

Wang Xu's "Divine Codex" has not yet been compiled, so he can only use enlightenment literature to fill the number, and originally wanted to take out the "Red Book" in the bag and excerpt a paragraph, but after thinking about it, it is not appropriate.

So every day before eating, there will be a variety of yin and yang strange endorsement sounds, although they certainly can't understand the content of the "Thousand Character Text", but it does not prevent them from reciting it devoutly.

This will not only help to correct their pronunciation, but also lay a foundation for the clansmen, especially the next generation, in advance when they popularize education in the future.

The first batch of ondol and bungalows were completed, forming a beautiful landscape on the bare mountainside that had been cut down, and the first batch of women who were eligible to live in it were women from the country of Guzhu.

For this decision of the Emperor, the men were puzzled, it was a rule for thousands of years that men were superior to women in patriarchal societies, and that anything good should be given priority to men, which was an unwritten rule.

"You are the same race, you are the strong in the country of lonely bamboo, and the strong are born to protect the weak, unless you feel that you are also weak and can live in it." After Wang Xu's reason was thrown out, even Mo Kui had no opinion.

Although they have not yet figured out the etiquette and morality, their self-esteem and superiority have been formed, and for the strong warriors who are recognized by the emperor, they should be humble to those weak women and children who need protection.

This is Wang Xu's reform of the 'gentlemanly character' of the men in the clan.

Because in a harmonious society, in the social place of men and women, either party who is too strong must be restrained, either by morality or by force.

In the primitive patrilineal society, the main role of women is to reproduce and 'spare food', even the lonely bamboo country of the sages who went abroad has a complete etiquette inheritance, and in the long years of primitive life, it has also worn out benevolence and morality, not to mention those savages who joined later.

Therefore, Wang Xu wants to reshape their three views from now on, and the first step is to change their concept of the strong and the weak, the strong are not used to oppress the weak, but to protect the weak.

When this concept is formed in the country of Guzhu, not only will a relatively balanced relationship between men and women be formed, but it is easier to breed humble and humble moral behavior.

I thought that there would be no effect in a short time, but after seeing a little boy take the initiative to give a piece of ribs to a little girl, Wang Xu learned again, maybe at the beginning of people, they are really good.

Mo Kui divided the place where the clan lived into five floors, the highest floor is naturally Wang Xu's palace, although the drawings have not been designed until now, the lower layer is the accommodation of Wang Li and other distinguished guests and core members of the country, the third layer is the women and children of the clan, the fourth layer is the warriors of the clan, and the fifth floor, that is, at the foot of the mountain, is the male savages who have not been completely accepted.

In addition to this, there is also a special dwelling, which is the residence of Mo Ren, who lives at the bottom of the mountain, with a roe deer pen on the left, a pigsty on the right, a chicken coop at the back, and an artificial pond in front of which a few fish are raised.

When the three-meter-high and two-meter-wide city wall enveloped the entire tribal capital that Wang Xu clearly regarded as Chaoge, it was already autumn, because one day, the sky over Chaoge was obscured by the first batch of migratory birds.

"It's time to go south." Wang Xu hid in the Son of Heaven's car, looked at Wang Li, who was scolding and scolding outside and covered in bird droppings, and chuckled.

Mo Lian next to him raised his head, and his beautiful eyes were slightly worried, "The emperor doesn't have to be suspected, it's enough to let Tu Tan or Mo Wolf go." ”

"It's different." Wang Xu shook his head with a smile and touched the little tiger who came over to be coquettish.

The two little tigers have grown to the size of golden retrievers, and the color of the fur on their bodies has gradually appeared, I don't know if the magnetic field on their bodies is wrong, and the rare diseased tiger was met by him in one litter.

One black and one white.

Or an albino, a mutant blue-gray tiger.

Everyone has seen white tigers, and there are variants in addition to albinism, but black tigers, or blue-gray tigers, are indeed rare, but they are not uncommon in ancient records.

虪 (shu) is the name given by the Chinese ancestors specifically for this variant of the black tiger.

攝 (han) is the name given by the ancestors specifically for the mutant white tiger.

As a representative of the ancient war, the tiger has been inseparable from the war since ancient times, especially in the various doctrines derived from the Yin and Yang family to the Han Dynasty, the tiger represents the meaning of soldiers, Gengxin, and righteousness.

The white tiger is auspicious, a sharp weapon of the country, and the king supervises the soldiers, so the general's hall is called the White Tiger Festival Hall.

So the white tiger, too! If you fall, the world will be safe!

Since ancient times, yin and yang are opposite, the white tiger is auspicious, and the black tiger is naturally a bad omen.

The black tiger too! If you fall, the world will be in chaos!

But aside from these literary and artistic images, both the white tiger and the black tiger are variants of recessive genetic atavism.

If you push the timeline forward by tens of thousands of years, white tigers and black tigers are not uncommon things on the earth, but later in the elimination of organisms, white and black stripes are not conducive to the survival of tigers, so these dominant gene tiger species are slowly extinct.

Mainly because all mammals are color blind.

In addition to humans, mammals cannot distinguish between orange and green, and in the eyes of herbivores, they are the same color as grass, so orange-furried beasts have obvious hidden advantages in hunting.

In the eyes of mammals, the white and gray-black fur is tantamount to fireflies in the night, and over time, the white tiger and the black tiger will slowly become extinct because of the loss of coat color, but their recessive genes are still hidden in the offspring, not necessarily that generation, it will mutate.

Wang Xu will come down with these two, and if they don't die, they are mutant tigers, which can be regarded as a beautiful accident.

However, in Wang Li's eyes, this kind of accident is full of mythological inevitability.

Sure enough, anyone in the Xianmen family has a direct impact on the rise and fall of the world.

And Wang Xu found that since Wang Li discovered the coat color of these two little tigers, his brain has been a little difficult, and he can always come up with some big rebellious ideas.

"Soldiers, let's go south today to have a look." Wang Xu jumped out of the Son of Heaven's car and said to Wang Li, who was bathing by the stream.

"Today?" Wang Li's head had not yet been washed off the bird droppings, so he looked up and asked in surprise.

"Well, it's a good day, I've done it." Wang Xu said with a smile.

"What a fart, didn't you see that group of dead birds just now?" Wang Li was furious.

"This is a good sign, migratory birds fly south, indicating that the migration has begun, at this time there must be a lot of chicks on the side of the bird beach are about to take shape, and they can be raised just when they are caught." Wang Xu said with a smile.

"What are you doing catching birds? Lao Tzu is going to arrest people! Wang Li said angrily.

"We all know this, and those savages who need food for the winter naturally know it, maybe they can run into it." Wang Xu laughed, "This way you can know the exact location of their tribe." ”

Wang Li blinked, buried his head in the stream and shouted, "Tie Niu, go and call someone!" Let's go fight the autumn wind today! ”

Tie Niu answered and happily went to report the news.

In less than half an hour, the team of forty horsemen was ready to go.

Mo Ren in the roe deer cart also followed, he usually does not leave his zoo, because he has to catch birds today to come out, the roe deer have been trained by him to be more obedient than horses, and he is also familiar with the mandrills, there are a few big mandrills can help him herd every day.

In the past two months, the Wang family army has been very bored, the prey within a radius of more than ten miles has been killed and caught by them, and they are not allowed to go further away.

Under the leadership of a young lady's younger brother, he went south for twenty miles along the way, and arrived at the so-called bird beach, Wang Xu found that this side was indeed a wetland with excellent scenery, and indeed as Qing Niang said, the birds on the wetland were spread all over the ground like sand, and Mo Ren's eyes were green.

"Go ahead, catch as much as you can, but be careful, don't get knocked back by the birds." Wang Xu smiled at Mo Ren.

Mo Ren helped his moose antlers and grinned, "Emperor, just take a look." ”

After speaking, he rushed towards the wetland with a mandrill carrying a rattan basket on his back.

"There are cranes over here?" Wang Li was also surprised.

"If you like, you can catch a few and raise them." Wang Xu looked at the flocks of arrogant red-crowned cranes, these nationally protected animals in later generations, they are really worthless here.

"This thing is a rare thing in the Central Plains, there are a few in the palace, and King Qin is very precious, but seeing these, my mood is also very complicated." Wang Li sighed, his eyes darkened.

Scarcity is precious, and this truth has remained unchanged for eternity.

"Let's see what it tastes like." Not enough, in the blink of an eye, Wang Li swallowed his saliva and said.

Wang Xu smiled and said nothing.

"I'll go and catch a few for my son." Several guards took the initiative to ask for help, and rode their horses into the wetland, startling countless birds.

They also wanted to taste what it tasted like the treasures of King Qin.