"What will your tribe do in the future?"

"I don't know, just survive."

Faced with Jian Chen's question, Song reluctantly gave an answer.

The people elected him for a better future, but now he can't even see this future.

The groans of the wounded, the hungry and weak bodies, and the terrible darkness of the night all made the tribesmen feel hopeless.

With the same skin color and the same appearance, why do people have the protection of their ancestors? Have a bow to shoot a game bird, a pottery to hold water?

Jian Chen looked at Song's eyes and turned around to discuss with the clansmen.

He longed for these people to be integrated into his tribe.

One is tools such as net bows, which can accommodate a larger population; Second, with the settlement of primitive agriculture in the future, the population is no longer a burden, but a powerful foundation. The third is that the hidden enemy two hundred miles away makes him uneasy, and he must prepare in advance.

He knew that these truths could not be explained clearly to the clansmen, and it was impossible for him to say anything, so he had to expect the clansmen to agree.

The aunts looked at the poor children of the face clan, and their hearts had melted.

They are also mothers, and a natural pity makes them think a lot less rationally and agree without thinking.

The men, on the other hand, considered the difficulty of the recent hunt and felt that there was no problem. Although the ancient experience was to separate when there were more people, there were no such methods as bow and arrow fishing, and now it seems that some of those experiences can be thrown away.

After obtaining the consent of the clansmen, Jian Chen stretched out his hands to hold Song's hand and said, "Join our clan, we will survive together, and we will face your enemies together." ”

"Join?"

Song didn't understand this statement, Chen Jian thought for a while, and said: "We are all one ancestor, don't believe you, are you the same as me?" The same skin, the same eyes, even the same words. ”

Song nodded, he believed. I just don't understand what it means to join.

Chen Jian did not explain too much, but used the most formalistic method.

He took out a clay pot, filled it with some water in the nearby stream, and cut his fingers with a stone axe, and the red blood dripped into the clay pot.

grabbed the somewhat stunned pine and slashed his fingers away.

Song lowered his head and watched as the blood of the two people melted together in the water, dyeing the water a little pink.

Chen Jian held the clay pot and shouted: "From now on, the blood of our two clans will be fused into one, you have me, I have you, no distinction between each other!" If there is a disobedience, the ancestors will not protect it! ”

After speaking, he took a sip, handed it to Song, and said: "Now, I also have the blood of your tribe in my body, and you also have the blood of our tribe when you drink it, so you can be regarded as a family." ”

Song had never heard such a word, let alone an oath. But he knew that it was terrible for his ancestors to no longer shelter, as was the case with his people now.

After thinking about it for a while, it seemed that the best result was to merge into one, that is, their own people could also have enough food like them to have this exquisite clay pot!

He looked back at his clansmen, whose eyes were full of anticipation and agreed.

So he didn't hesitate any longer, learned from Jian Chen's words, said it again, took a sip of the water inside, and then handed the jar to the clansmen behind.

The dazed clansmen finally saw a glimmer of light in the darkness, and they cut their fingers one after another, dripping blood into it.

The jar was passed to the wolf skin, and the wolf skin did not hesitate, but was infected by this formalism that appeared for the first time, and only felt that this jar seemed to be heavier than the deer he killed when he hunted for the first time, which made him a little unbearable.

"The blood of the two clans is one, you have me, I have you, and there is no distinction between each other!"

Dozens of voices shouted together, taking turns drinking the water mixed with the blood of the two tribes. It's salty, but it's hopeful.

The only fly in the ointment is that the last person to drink it did not drop the jar, but carefully put it on the ground, for fear of the slightest damage, after all, a little less heroic.

They told each other their names, chatted with each other, talked about what they had seen and heard, and the closed life made every little thing full of fun.

The men gathered around the wolf skin and asked their cousins about the bow and arrow, and after knowing the reason, they looked at the young Chen Jian with a kind of admiration.

Wolfskin, of course, did not forget to brag about his idea of adding arrows to feathered arrows, and put on a live show.

The fireworks attracted some birds, which were most fond of finding food after the fires in the grasslands.

With a bow sound, a nearby blackbird was impaled by a feathered arrow. A few of them screamed in surprise, trembling and not daring to touch the feather arrows that were still trembling.

Wolfskin smirked, forgetting that he wasn't much better the first time.

The women asked about clay pots, dried fish, and the like, and lamented that the tribesmen were lucky to be guided by their ancestors.

Then we talked about the eternal topic of women, children. In this era, men don't know which child is their own species, but women must know who crawled out of themselves.

After experiencing tragedy, separation of flesh and blood, or separation between life and death, it is inevitable that a few tears, a few nagging, causing bursts of sighs, mixed with a few words of relief - life will be better in the future, Chen Jian has promised a life that they did not dare to think of before.

Chen Jian took out a few pieces of maple sugar from the clay pot, gave one to each of the new clansmen, gave a few more pieces to the children, and finally gave the rest to the clansmen on his side, making a good appearance.

The remaining doubts in Song's heart also dissipated with the sweetness in his mouth, this is a simple era, he has not learned too much intrigue and trickery, the more formalistic things are, but the more shocking the power of people's hearts.

"Where are we going? Want to go home? ”

"No, not yet, but we will be able to do so soon. The family must have prepared fresh meat and fish waiting for us, and they will love your participation. ”

A large pie was drawn, but the mysterious maple syrup and the bow and arrow gave the newcomers confidence, as if the pie was right in front of them.

He ordered a few small trees to be cut down, and a few stretchers made of rattan, and put the few people who were wounded in the legs in them, and the four people carried them, and it was not heavy.

The newcomers were overjoyed by the novelty, but the original people were accustomed to it, and there was always a strange way to come up with it.

After examining the wounds of those people, they have not yet suppurated, but in this era when there is no medicine, a small wound can be fatal.

Although those people seemed to be calm, their hearts were actually full of uneasiness. They have seen the tragic death of many people because of their wounds and rotting, and they have also seen the horror of trembling and shrinking into a ball before death, and their hearts are full of melancholy.

"Go ahead, I'll find a way to stop bleeding and heal you."

Carrying these people and about to leave, Songhe and a few people stopped by the fire, muttered a few words, took out some unburned bones from the fire, and put them beside him.

In the future, he wants to make a pendant so that these clansmen will always be by his side, and he also hopes that these clansmen can see the life that Jian Chen promised.

After a final farewell, dozens of people extinguished the flames and left. The original relatives kept looking back until they were covered by tall trees and long grass, and finally they didn't look back and embarked on an unknown journey.

Along the way, Jian Chen deliberately said something that would arouse their interest, which would not only increase the harmony, but also make them less uneasy.

I picked some prickly vegetables and let the injured ones eat them, the bitter taste was a little hard to swallow, but Jian Chen told them that it would stop the bleeding, so they had to swallow the bitterness.

The bag was filled with wild chrysanthemum leaves and wormwood, as well as some other herbs that could kill bacteria, but they could not be applied yet.

The trees gradually increased, and the distance to the mountain became closer and closer, and it seemed that I would not be able to reach the other side of the mountain today.

Along the way, Jian Chen was looking for a wild beehive, and finally found one when the sun was about to set and hid it in a tree hollow.

There were a few thick trees nearby, and seeing that it was not early, he motioned for everyone to rest here.

The women lit a bonfire, and the wolf skin went out hunting with the men, shooting a half-sized wild boar and bringing back a jar of pig blood.

Jian Chen stood under the hive, looking at the returning bees, thinking that he could add another dish tonight.

The women shook their heads, signaling that such bees would sting to death, and that the hive was too big.

They didn't dare to deal with such a swarm before, so they could only pick some small ones to deal with.

But the wolf skin shouted: "There will be a way, he said yes, he will definitely be able to!" ”

The newcomer was a little curious and uneasy, looking at Jian Chen's movements, he still felt a little unbelieving in his heart.

In order to shelter from the wind and rain, the bees placed their nests made of beeswax in the hollows of trees, and when they knocked on the holes, they knew that there were many bees in them.

Light a fire around the hive, smolder the grass, and the thick smoke instantly envelops the hive. It is the time of homing, the weather is cooler, and the bees are not very aggressive.

Overwhelmed by the smoke, the bees returned to their nests and flapped their wings to disperse the smoke to protect their queen.

Jian Chen picked up the stone axe and made a hole under the tree hole, lit another fire on the hole, and called a few people to blow it into it together.

Smoke flew up the hollows of the trees, and the strong smell of absinthe was a great thing to repel insects.

The bees could not bear it anymore, and flew out of the burrow, entrapping the queen in the center, abandoning their home and flying away into the distance, never to sting again.

Smoked bees can't be smoked at the entrance, which will only suffocate all the bees inside, and if they don't die, they will fight back desperately. Leaving the entrance will allow the bees to escape, and this is the reason why the descendants call the three queyi.

This time, there was no need for Jian Chen to shout, those people rushed over and took the honeycomb out of the hole in the tree, and instead of putting it in their mouths and eating it, they handed it to Jian Chen.

The aunts came and squeezed out the honey with their hands and poured it into the jar.

Seeing that the jar was full of honey, the new clansmen worshipped the jar even more, and hoped that they could use such a jar in the future.

It is said that there are many of them in the house, and many of them use jars for meals...... These people can't imagine what life is like.

Jian Chen took the jar and smeared the honey on the wounds of those people. Pure honey has natural bactericidal properties, and it will not deteriorate for a long time if it is not mixed with water. In the era when there were no antibiotics, it was good to protect the wound from infection.

He had some branches cut down and put them in a circle diagonally around the camp to prevent possible wild beasts from attacking.

On the campfire, the boar had been cut open and roasted on a stick.

Honey is smeared on the pig's body, and the golden honey is smoked by the fire, giving out an attractive taste.

The pork rind also gradually turns brown, and the aroma of meat and honey is mixed together, making it more and more burnt.

Where have those thirty or so people seen such a way of eating, and then look at those nine people who are accustomed to it, and they can't help but sigh even more.

The aunt who accompanied me put the cut lard into a jar to melt and boil, and put in the white flower bee pupae and larvae, and in the squeaking sound, those white larvae gradually turned yellow, and the fragrance was overflowing.

They've learned how to cook frying, and they're familiar with it now.

The men looked at the food with their eyes in amazement and couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Not to mention a better life, if there are such days every day, it will be satisfied.

The sweet smell of wild boar meat hides its fishy face, and everyone gets a large piece, which they fill their mouths and chew on before they can cool down.

Matsu swore he had never eaten anything like it, not once.

And those fried golden bee pupae are full of aftertaste, and the burnt aroma of protein is suitable for the soft taste.

As for the lamb soup that the wolf skin said, Song couldn't even think of what it was, could there be anything better in the world than honey and roast pork? What exactly would that smell like?

Jian Chen looked at the appearance of this group of people gobbling up, and knew that after this meal, this group of people completely settled down.

As Song said before, surviving is the expectation of the clan for the future.

Today's Song, looking at the yellow flame in a daze, has completely believed in the life promised by Jian Chen.

The people have survived, and will live even better.

He silently felt for the bones of his clansmen on his body, placed them horizontally on the palm of his hand, and laid them flat in front of his eyes.

It seemed to want the deceased people to see the future of their tribe, to see their laughter and hopeful eyes, to see that their blood would live on in this land, and not turn into dust and bones.

"Mom, we survived......"