More than 300 miles downstream of the city, on the banks of the Caohe River, the smell of fireworks filled the air.

Eyue's people are setting fire to the mountain to prepare for planting millet, which is the first priority of the tribe after learning to plant millet from the Su tribe, even if Eyue is the leader, he needs to dig the first pit with the stone pit himself, and his wives will sow the first seed.

It has been more than a month since the last encounter with the Chen Jian tribe, and the village of Eyue has taken shape.

The land here is fertile, with good yellow loam, and if you are lucky, you can not migrate for decades.

The people of the village are busy outside, and there are only a few wounded people left in the village who are recuperating here.

In the village, the frail pine looked up at the geese flying in the sky, staring at their outstretched wings, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He thought of the rows of gray, mud bird's nests on his tribal house, and of the dark birds.

"They're supposed to be back, right?"

"Who?" A clansman who had stayed here to take care of the wounded asked with a smile, looking at the loose and mutilated left and right fingers, and sighed secretly.

"Swallow."

Smiling loosely, his eyes fixed on the two-winged elves that symbolized the vitality of spring flowers, and he didn't care about his fingers, and he was grateful to the ancestors for his protection if he survived.

Only four of the more than 20 people who were left here to recuperate survived, and many of them did not fester, but their bodies were convulsed, and they bit their tongues before they died, and their bodies shrunk into a ball. At least, Song survived, and he was content with more luck than the dead people.

His body was so thin that the blood vessels in his arms were all shriveled, and he could no longer hold a dagger and wield a bone, but he was not afraid, because there were people to rely on behind him.

These days here, he observes the people and things of this tribe with his eyes, learns their language, and is very easy to learn.

Because when Jian Chen was leaving, he told the few clansmen who stayed here to take care of them, to see with their eyes, to listen with their ears, to see the difference between this tribe and their own tribe.

A month has seen a lot, heard a lot, and at least, the language is comfortable for the ears to hear.

Some words are pronounced in the same way as your own tribe, and the rest are different, but they are quick to learn.

Song didn't understand the logical grammar of the language, but he could sense the similarities between the two languages.

Unlike the people of the Redfish, their language is much stranger.

Song had heard Yu Qian'er talk about it. For example, rams, ewes, stags, doe and the like, the tribesmen are all males and females plus animals, while the red jade tribe is expressed by separate words; The habit of speaking is even more varied, the tribesmen speak of white deer with horns, and the habit of the redfish tribe is to speak of deer first and then white and horned ones......

In contrast, the language of the Eyue tribe sounds very comfortable. The pronunciation of sheep and deer is similar, and the red-haired, horned animal they call cattle, and they are divided into bulls and cows like their own tribes, rather than having separate words.

Counting is also every decimal place, but the pronunciation is different, but there is not much difference in the way the words are spoken.

Where there are similarities, there will naturally be completely different places.

Song found that the pottery they used was black and gray, some were very thin, and they were beautifully burned, with some strange patterns printed on them, some like the sun, at least on the pottery they were better than those of his own tribe, but he was not envious, because a few months ago his own tribe did not even have pottery, and it would not be long before acorns and jianhui would burn better pottery.

They have pottery, and of course they cook rice.

However, the clay pots used to cook rice are not the same as those of their own tribe, and the people of this tribe call them beards.

The mustache is also a clay pot, but it has three legs underneath, so you can make a fire directly underneath. The clay pots of their own tribe have no legs, and are heated on stoves made of mud bricks.

They eat without a chopstick, but with a wooden or clay spoon, and some use a turquoise stone carved out of a stone called jade.

When they eat, they don't eat together as a whole clan, but a dozen people eat together alone. The meals of each small group are different, some have meat, others are just millet and wild vegetables.

The dozen or so people, both men and women, lived together, and it was obvious that men and women were not of the same race, because Song saw a man and a woman playing outside with a few children.

The 100 female slaves left behind at the beginning were also distributed to these people, and each small family received a different amount, some with some with less, and some with none.

They lived in houses made of civil engineering, and instead of hanging wires, they used a long ceramic sink filled with water and placed on the walls, relying on the plane of water and their eyes to find out if it was straight.

Song had to admit that these people built houses at a similar rate to their own people, and they looked similar to their own people's houses, the only difference was that they had special rooms for corn and beans.

There were no wolf cubs in the tribe, but there were little civet cats, which were not very afraid of people, and every day they wandered around the house where the corn and beans were grown, basking in the sun, and occasionally holding a mouse or two that wanted to steal corn and beans, and whining and roaring.

Whenever they catch a mouse, someone throws it some food. There are also some women and children who will hold one or two small tanuki in their hands and stroke them gently, and these little tanuki will snore and purr as if they are asleep.

The women wore different clothes, silk, animal skins, and woven bark, but even the women who wore the bark seemed to have learned to freshen up.

They would look at their hair in a black clay pot filled with water, called a jian. The calm water could reflect their shadows, and Song knew that they must have eaten enough, and if they were not full, they would not have the heart to see if they were beautiful.

These are different from his own tribe, and Song can still understand.

The most incomprehensible thing was that these people had erected a wooden stick on the flat ground, and a woman with shells in her hair was always staring at the shadow of the stick, as if she was looking at something, until the shadow pointed somewhere, and the woman would make the people start planting millet.

Before the corn was burned, these people would also make sacrifices, and their sacrifices were a cow, a sheep, and a donkey, and the sacrifice was carried out by the chief, and the blessings were made by the women with shells in their hair.

After the sacrifice, Eyue had some food for the Songmen and some dried fruits called "dates", wishing them a speedy recovery.

Song and others have always eaten dried fish and cured meat left by Chen Jian, and this time it is rare to change the taste.

The meal is a jar of boiled corn with a slightly burnt layer of pot underneath, which has a fragrant taste.

The rice is accompanied by fermented meat and beans, which they call 醫, and corn wine in a large clay pot.

Matsu tasted the sauce and found that it was delicious, more delicious than the taste of meat, and it was strange why the beans had become this flavor.

Corn wine is cloudy and bland, not as spicy as the wine steamed by the own people.

In Song's opinion, the method of sake brewing is completely different from that of the clansmen, but it is somewhat familiar.

Instead of making wine from sprouted wheat, these people directly mixed the steamed corn with some moldy flour, which they called koji.

Song remembered that when Chen Jian was brewing wine, he was also excited about a bunch of sprouted and moldy wheat grains, and told them that they didn't need to let the wheat sprout first when making wine in the future, but unfortunately the people's wheat was not harvested, and Song didn't know if Jian's method was the same as theirs.

The kind of minced meat and steamed beans are made in a similar way, and the moldy koji is poured into the nut beans, which is not wine, but it can make people have an endless aftertaste, and it is an excellent accompaniment to rice.

All kinds of differences were seen by Song with his eyes, and there were many things that he couldn't see, and his guess was completely different.

For example, this tribe does not have a spinning wheel, but he has seen clumps of silk threads, is it possible that the silk threads are directly formed without spinning wheels?

Another example is that when these people burned the wasteland, they left a large area of oak forest near the village, which is completely different from the clansmen, there are no trees near the cities in the clan, and Song can't figure out what they left such a large forest for.

Song knew that even if he asked, they might not tell him, and besides, he couldn't fully communicate with them now.

However, he believed that when he returned, Jian would tell him all this strange place, although this tribe was as rich and happy as his own tribe, and even had some things that his own tribe did not have, but Song would not envy them.

He knew that if he had set foot in the tribe's village a few months earlier, he would have regarded it as a miracle. At that time, he didn't know what pottery was, he didn't know how to use clay pots for cooking, he didn't know what to wear other than animal skins, and he was ready to crawl on the ground when he saw all this.

And now, he was just a little curious, but not too much shocked.

Even, he wanted to tell E Yue that his clan had only taken a few months to start from scratch. It's a pity that he can't speak of his inner pride.

Looking up at the flock of geese flying in the sky, he suddenly wanted to go home. Maybe the clan is working now, maybe there is something new in the clan in a month. By the hands of the people, their own tribe will be stronger and more prosperous than this tribe.

For the first time in a long time, he sighed at his fingerless left hand.

Not to lament my disability, but to lament that I am afraid that I will not be able to participate in this earth-changing work......

In the midst of the sigh, a familiar voice was suddenly heard, the neighing of a horned deer.

He knew that Chen Jian would not pick them up until after the wheat beans were harvested, and for a moment he thought it was a hallucination of his homesickness.

But when he raised his head, by the river in the distance, several horned deer camels were running towards him carrying his familiar people.