Two sentences, even if an agreement has been reached. The pheasant clan still had a deal to do, and Tang Ge and Dashi were inconvenient to bother more, so they took their leave and left. Anyway, it was agreed that they would meet again on the day of the end of the market, so the finch didn't do much to keep it, and happily sent the two away.

On the way back, Tang Ge asked Da Shi: "Isn't there a member of your six-person group named Qiangzi?" Why haven't you ever heard about him? ”

While picking his teeth, Dashi replied casually: "It's already dead." ”

"How did you die?" Tang Ge asked in surprise.

"Flash floods. A flash flood rushed down, and the gods couldn't stop it. Hadron is also a great character, but he drowned in a torrent. Big Stone said with a sigh on his face.

Tang Ge was silent. In his previous life, he had heard the saying that the average age of primitive people was not more than thirty years old, but he always thought it was nonsense. Because the average age is the same as the average housing area, it is just a data, and it has no practical significance. But now that he is in a primitive society, he finds that in these years, the mortality rate is really high. Especially the slaves, Tang Ge has bought hundreds of slaves through the old sickle, but these slaves are over thirty years old, and there are only a few chatting people, that is, about one percent. The so-called "young" slaves refer to those teenagers, who are no longer young and strong when they are more than 20 years old, which shows how frightening the mortality rate of slaves is.

The ultra-high mortality rate is not entirely caused by disease, people in this year are always full of all kinds of accidents in their lives, colds and fevers will kill people, lack of food will kill people, fight with wild beasts will kill people, fight with other tribes will kill people, be bitten by snakes and insects will kill people, and even a strong wind, a heavy rain, will take away many lives.

"So, I'm going to keep my people away from this life!" Tang Ge secretly swore.

"Big rock." Tang Ge asked coldly, "How is the living standard of the pheasant clan?" ”

"So-so." Da Shi was a little strange that Tang Ge would ask this question, but he still replied: "Their hunting ground does not produce much, but it is enough for them to live, it is not good or bad." ”

Tang Ge asked with a straight face: "Then you say, if I change the hunting ground for them, will they agree?" ”

Da Shi looked surprised, and he was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

The caravan did not wait for the end of the market this time, and early the next morning, the old sickle left in a hurry with the procession. It is really that this batch of goods is too precious, and with this batch of goods as the foundation, everything else is not important, and there are even many bulky goods, they did not take them away, and left them directly to the Banpo dolphin, and the Banpo dolphin did not need it, so it was half sold and half sent to other tribes.

Today's Banpo dolphins are almost self-sufficient, and the trading in the bazaar is already dispensable for them, and the reason why they still participate every time is nothing more than to make friends with other tribes, and if they have more allies, they can have fewer enemies.

"People can't live too alone." This sentence was said by Tang Ge.

The trade is over, because almost everyone has a satisfactory harvest because of the scattered wealth of the caravan, so it is essential to celebrate.

The people in the bazaar spontaneously lit many bonfires, and then they beat their animal skin drums and called out to their relatives and friends with a unique rhythm.

Drumming, as long as there is a drum beat, you can dance. The natives of the wasteland, around their bonfires, danced their characteristic dance steps, sometimes singing, sometimes looking up to the sky and roaring, this night, this valley, everywhere, is full of laughter.

Tang Ge was also one of them, he sat in front of the bonfire of the pheasant tribe, holding a bowl of wine, quietly watching those people dancing passionately, and his heart was full of emotion.

What kind and simple people! It's so easy to be happy. They don't have much to need, and the word food and clothing is their greatest pursuit. But such a simple need is not easy to obtain, so they fight the heavens and the earth and fight the beasts, and all they want is to live. But even if life is so hard, you can feel their love for life from their songs and dances, as well as the simplicity and happiness of these primitive people who don't know much.

"Little stones! Come and dance! A young pheasant boy beckoned to Tang Ge.

"It's coming!" After drinking the wine in the bowl, Tang Ge stood up on the ground and joined the carnival crowd around the campfire.

The primitive society was an era of individuality, each tribe had its own unique war dances and war songs, and each tribe also had its own unique dance steps.

This is an era of singing and dancing.

The drum music of the pheasant tribe has a strange tune, and Tang Ge has never heard the drum music of the pheasant tribe, but this still does not affect the rhythm of his dance.

Lifting his hips and turning his waist, shaking his head and shaking his hips, space steps and break dancing together, Tang Ge suddenly became the most conspicuous presence in the field. The pheasant people surrounded it in the middle, shouting with each step, shaking their hands and howling, and dancing their own war dances in unison, setting off the strange dance posture of Tang Ge becoming more and more extraordinary.

In front of the bonfire of another tribe, a native stretched out his hand, while letting out a fierce howl, and walked towards this side with strange steps, and the pheasants saw this, and scattered one after another, leaving the boss with a clearing for Tang Ge and the man who howled very miserably.

The drums of the two tribes merged into one place, and the rhythm became faster and faster.

This is the rhythm of the awkward dance!

Tang Ge did not show weakness, grinned widely, and greeted him with a big laugh.

Hip-hop jazz break dancing, samba tango waltz, Tang Ge, who has seen countless outstanding dancers, believes that when it comes to dancing, he will never lose to anyone in this world.

So, with the help of the powerful cheerleaders on both sides, a dance collision spanning 10,000 years began.

Tang Ge first sacrificed hip-hop dance, with all kinds of provocative movements, and from time to time he made various difficult movements, which attracted a howl of excitement. The other party did not show weakness, stretched out his arms, and the whole person spun up like a spinning top, turning faster and faster, his body was high and low, and at the end, he turned a few hollow heels, and a howl sounded.

Tang Ge smiled slightly, and changed another dance posture, so the other party also changed, Tang Ge changed again, and the other party changed. Two fighting dancers, one with a lot of ideas, the other maverick, all kinds of wonderful dances continue to emerge, pushing the atmosphere around the campfire to the climax. Tang Ge spread all kinds of dances back and forth, sweat all over his body swayed around with his gestures, and the simple rhythm of the drum seemed to hit his soul, he felt that his previous life and this life combined, he had never been so happy.

In the end, Tang Ge was defeated.

The aboriginal who danced well finally sacrificed a set of shadowless feet. Its upper body does not move, its feet stomping on the ground like ghosts, and its speed is dizzying, and sometimes it is still in a polio-like twisted position.

When this indigenous person stayed in an awkward position like polio for the first time, Tang Ge immediately burst out laughing, and his ass fell to the ground, laughing breathlessly as he watched the other party perform alone. Stimulated by the victory, the native's footwork became more and more strange, the posture of the stay became more and more ridiculous, and the howls around him also rose higher and higher with his dancing posture, eager to shake the sky out of a hole.

Tang Ge picked up the wine jar, and after the second half of the jar of wine was dried, he joined the dance again without being discouraged. At this time, there was no distinction between each other in the campfire field, and everyone was mixed together. Among these natives, there are friends and enemies with each other, but in this atmosphere, no matter what grievances you have, there is only one solution, and that is to dance. Even if you have a great hatred, beat them with dancing, and in this way, you will still reap cheers and glory.

Tang Ge couldn't remember how much alcohol he drank, and he couldn't even remember how he got back to his camp. What he remembers is that he laughed at everyone around him, danced with every stranger, and vented his happiness with every unheard song.

Indulge in singing, and there is only joy tonight.