It took Chen Jian and his people seven months to water all kinds of tools and accumulate enough food to finally be qualified to build the first copper furnace.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, and creation is work, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper.

The copper furnace of clay can change ore into copper, and the copper furnace of heaven and earth creation is also changing the people, their own hands are changing their lives, and they are also smelting themselves, and they are unconsciously completely different from before.

They took up houses, planted wheat and beans, dug walls, dug trenches, propped boats, and lined up in queues...... Some people even know that they are still in the clan, and they begin to fantasize about living with the opposite sex they like every night, and only let each other sleep with themselves.

The flames in this copper furnace were not only cast among the villages, but also followed the footsteps of the thirteen people, burning the flames to the mountains and forests to the east.

Song didn't know that the people of the tribe had created something that he had never seen before, and when he walked, the trench had not yet been dug, and in the cold wind he fantasized about the changes in the village after he returned, and it seemed that his body was not very cold.

The women, wrapped in thick furs, sat on grass plows and looked out at the autumn mountains in the distance, asking how far they could get to another tribe.

It's not to warm up in other tribes, but only when you go to the tribe, people will be amazed by their dress, and you can show their beauty.

The sky and the wild grass, without eyes, do not admire, they do not like it.

In the past ten days, they and Song have walked through six tribes together.

Seeing those women wrapped in animal skins, shirtless, and dark faces, it was as if I saw my previous self.

So they cherished the clothes on their bodies even more, and stroked the traces of twine on their fingertips, which seemed to be not painful at all.

Song and a few men walked in front, looked at the wisp of green smoke coming out in the distance, turned around and said, "Come down, let's tidy up our clothes and hair, and walk over." ”

The women jumped down, took out their white rabbit skin shoes, put them on carefully, tied them with three-colored ropes, stuck the malachite-adorned swaying in their hair, found a brook and washed their cheeks with soap, and looked at the reflection and were reluctant to leave.

At Song's urging, they carefully avoided the autumn mud and saw a few men carrying two rabbits in the distance.

The men were draped in hair, with no bows and arrows in their hands, only stone spears, and a hide around them.

After seeing Song and the others, these people were so frightened that they immediately hid behind the tree, looking at these strange people in horror, as well as the tall animal.

"Is that human?"

"Right? You see they're also standing, with things in their hands. ”

"But why don't they wear animal skins? What do the moon-like crooked sticks they carry on their backs do? ”

A few people hid behind the tree, observing the people in the distance, until the pine made a primitive gesture and whined a few times, and these people stood up from behind the tree and held the rabbits in their hands, for fear that the other party would snatch them.

The strange man in their eyes had an extra shirt of non-animal skin than they were, but the woman wore something completely different from her sisters.

The hair was smooth and tied together, and the green stones on top of it glittered in the sunlight, making it natural to keep your eyes fixed on the shaking emerald stones.

The more they feel that this is not a human being, that human beings should not be like this, that perhaps they fell from the sky? Like a meteorite that once fell?

Thinking of the meteor, these people were slightly panicked and did not dare to move forward.

Until there was a person with sharp eyes who recognized Matsu who was walking in the front, and the grandmother of the tribe had treated Matsu with a toothache, and he remembered it very clearly...... However, hasn't the Song clan been killed by the Meteorite Clan?

"Is it the soul? Like a dream in a dream? ”

The man thought so, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that only a soul could be dressed like this, and Song's face was whiter than before, he had seen a drowned clansman, and his skin was also white, not black.

The body was unconsciously a little cold, I don't know if it was the autumn wind blowing or being frightened.

He swallowed his saliva and asked far away, "You...... Aren't you loose? Are you still alive? ”

"Alive. You're a catfish, right? Is grandmother okay? ”

Catfish saw that Song said his name, and saw that Song had left footprints in the mud, so he was relieved.

Walking up to him, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the horned deer next to him, and the horned deer kicked his hooves with some dissatisfaction, so frightened that the catfish quickly took his hand back.

"Song, weren't your tribes driven away by the Meteorite Clan?"

"yes, now I'm back. It's cold, try this and warm up. ”

Song stretched out his hand, and the woman next to him handed over a gourd stuffed with willow wood, and the man took a sip curiously, feeling as if a fire was burning from his throat to his stomach, and his body was indeed much more relaxed, and excitedly handed it to the clansmen behind him, so that they could also taste the fire burning in their stomachs.

"What is this?"

"Ken said, it's wine."

"Kin?"

"That's my new people, my ...... My brother. ”

"Do all their tribes wear such strange things?"

"No, it's our clan."

Loose smiled, without the slightest hesitation.

"Let's go, go to our cave, warm and warm. Not enough alcohol to drink. ”

The catfish was sure that Song was the living person, and his heart was no longer afraid, and he invited this person who seemed strange to them.

With a shout, the tribesmen led the horned deer and followed behind the catfish.

When they arrived in the cave, the Songhe people were immediately surrounded by those people.

The women asked about their clothes and shoes, and the men asked about how they usually hunted.

Song tried his best to describe the story of the present with his three-month eyes, and did not use words that these people did not understand, to tell about his life and the life of his people: seeds that could be harvested without having to travel far, prey that could be shot at a long distance, fish that had become tired of eating......

The men asked how all this came about, and thirteen of them gave the same answer: "The protection and guidance of the ancestors." ”

Song knew that there was no need to say anything, for the tribe who had gone two days ago had spontaneously combed their hair and drawn black and white bears out of charcoal as they had gone, looking forward to living the same life, the kind of life they had never dared to dream of.

Song's words were vague, and these people also heard them vaguely, but they had a faint feeling that these people's lives were so beautiful because they had such hair and such flags.

Everyone sat around the fire in the cave, listening to the stories of the tribe and the women telling their lives, and no one said or asked more questions for fear of interrupting their stories.

After a long time, a little girl asked, "Song, do you also eat acorns in your tribe?" ”

"Eat. However, because of the protection and guidance of our ancestors, the acorns we eat are not bitter or astringent, and they will not be bloated after eating. ”

"Really? Why didn't our ancestors guide us? ”

People imagined that kind of acorns that were neither bitter nor astringent, and showed a slight disappointment. They have believed in the story about their ancestors, and they believe that they are the same as they are the descendants of their ancestors, otherwise why would they all look the same? Why do you understand what they're saying?

Song looked at these people who were full of anticipation and said with a smile: "The ancestors will also protect you, but our clan has been guided first. ”

According to the method taught to him by Chen Jian, he took out some lime, but unfortunately there was no large clay pot, so he had to use the clay pot he carried to scoop up water and pour it into the stone pit in the cave.

"Soak it like this for a few days, it won't be bitter or astringent, and it's not easy to get belly."

The men stared at the clay pot, smiled loosely and handed it over, "I've given it to you." ”

The leader stretched out his hands, as he had held his first child in his youth, carefully put the pot away, and asked gratefully, "What are you using for giving it to us?" ”

"We have a lot of them, as many as stones in a cave."

"Is this also the guidance of the ancestors?"

"Yes, it was the ancestor who told my brother, and he told us again."

"That brother named Ken?"

"Hmm."

The leader shook his head in amazement, hoping that his people too would be guided by their ancestors, and that they would not ask for as many clay pots as the stones in the cave, but only a few.

Seeing that they were talking about whether they were combing their hair and drawing black and white bears or something, Matsu asked, "By the way, are the people of the Meteorite tribe still like that?" ”

"Yes, every few days you have to send prey, acorns, wild fruits, lots and lots of things. When they go out hunting, they will come to our tribe and eat our food. ”

"Why do you give? It's your stuff. With so many tribes, can't they be defeated when they are united? ”

The leader shook his head and said, "Some time ago, a tribe from afar brought people to discuss this matter, but soon a tribe told them about it, and the tribe that made the suggestion was killed many people, and the rest were also taken away to cut wood, and when there was not enough fruit to eat, they were all killed. ”

"What about the informant tribe?"

"They don't need to give the Meteorite tribe as much prey. Besides, we can't beat them, their ancestors came from heaven, and they have weapons given to them by heaven, maybe ...... Maybe your current tribe can't beat it, right? ”

Song laughed, and the woman next to him laughed even more, in their opinion, they were protected by the ancestors, they were just stones falling from the sky.

The leader sighed and said, "Song, I have heard about your tribe before, and you should have seen the weapons in the hands of those people. ”

Song smiled: "Yes, but because we didn't have the protection and guidance of our ancestors at that time. What are the stones that fall from the sky? Our tribe has now changed the appearance of the mountains and rivers. ”

Looking at the shocked expressions of those people, Song was about to say something more, when several people ran in from outside in a panic and shouted, "Hurry up!" The people of the Meteorite Tribe are here! ”

The whole cave suddenly panicked, and the leader hurriedly stood up and said, "Song, you go quickly, they will kill you and steal your things." ”

The women were slightly panicked and leaned behind the men, while the men who had participated in the real battle were not too worried and looked at the pine together. Because Jian said that along the way, it is important to listen to the loose, just like in a war, and those who do not listen will be punished with rattan or even exiled from the tribe.

Song tried his best to keep his composure and asked, "How many?" ”

The panicked man stretched out five fingers and said, "So many, just over the river, I see them." ”

The slightly flustered woman was immediately relieved, and the five of them ...... There are seven men on his side, so there is no need to be afraid.

Seeing Song's expression, the leader hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Song, run, don't fight them." If the Meteorite Clan knew, we would have been killed! ”

Matsutsu subconsciously touched the pendant on his chest, and his mother's bones were attached to the beating place of his heart, recalling the tragedy a few months ago, and the blood that had been withholding it suddenly boiled.

He didn't forget Jian Chen's entrustment, don't provoke the Meteorite Clan, and stay alive.

But he thought, there are only five people, of course he will be alive!

Looking at the anxious leader, Song let go of the hand holding the pendant and said firmly: "You don't have to be afraid, because none of them will return alive, and the people of the Meteorite tribe will think that they have been eaten by wild beasts." ”

Then he broke free of the leader's hand and shouted, "Let them see, see how we fought, and see the power of the ancestors!" Kill them all! ”

Roar!

The seven men roared together, rushed outside, took their bows and arrows from the grass plow, and naturally stood in a row, waiting for Song to tell them how to fight.

After a few months of smelting, these young men who once only knew how to rush over are no longer what they used to be.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, and man is copper.

But the same heaven and earth, but because of the different creations, some are still stubborn stones as primitive as when the heaven and earth first opened, and some have broken through the wild shell.

The leader ran out of the cave and looked at the black and white flag fluttering in the wind, and his heart was restless.

"The Protector of the Ancestors...... Will it really lead to victory? Seven men fight five people of the Meteorite Clan...... How is it possible to win? ”