After all, Bihu is a person who has experienced a lot of ups and downs, and it is not uncommon for him to be captured. Although the toxicity of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info made him paralyzed all over his body, it did not affect his thinking. After being dragged back, he calmed down, and he had to get up from where he fell, otherwise how could he become the leader of a thousand-person tribe?

He watched his surroundings, ready to look for an opportunity to escape and even complete his mission.

He found that when he got closer, this tribe was different from all the smaller tribes he had seen before. Not only did all of them have clothes that fit, but all of them had a smoother complexion on their faces than those of the other tribes. They are also exceptionally clean and especially love to be clean. The children, who had just rolled in the grass, took advantage of the warm sunlight to wash their hands and faces in the stream, and by the way, wiped the mud off their clothes. It was convenient for several children, and they all lined up at the mouth of a pit to do it, and no one drowned in other places.

The smell of meat wafting through the air indicates that these people's meat is also roasted during the day. The children really don't have to wander the mountains looking for food, some of them do things under the command of others, and some of them practice with the bamboo bow arc in front of the haystacks. They knew how to use grass and wood hedges to keep the wind out, and they also knew how to set up closed doors for light and access. In addition, they are actually firing pottery......

These things have only been seen in some large tribes, and even those big tribes have only one or two of them. Generally speaking, no matter what tribe has such a situation, their number will not be as small as the one in front of them. The rule of survival in this world is that where there is food, people will run to it. Where there is not enough food to eat, people will be separated.

This situation of the River tribe surprised Bihu. He suddenly thought that if the information he had learned before was what this tribe looked like during the Spring and Autumn Period, then could it be that these things appeared in this Spring and Autumn Period? Otherwise, how to explain the reason for their small number?

The emergence of this idea made Bihu feel weird. Few tribes have changed so much in just one spring and autumn. But he also sees hope in this change.

He was erudite and communicative with people of various tribes, and he believed that people like himself must be in desperate need of this tribe. In this case, he has at least three ways to get out of his current predicament, and he will be honored as a guest by the tribe.

The children of the tribe also watched him. The child with snot is still squatting next to Bihu. He wanted to retrieve the arrow stuck in the foot of the tiger. The fire boy said that this kind of arrow cannot be lost, and if it is lost, he does not know if he will be beaten. So he kept looking at his arrow to show that it hadn't been lost. It's just that it hurts to pull the arrow out of the flesh, and he is afraid that this person who has already suffered a lot of injuries will hurt, so he has been hesitating whether to pull it out and when to pull it out.

Bihu thinks that this child is a good breakthrough. He glanced at the child with a smile, slowed down his voice in a hearty voice and asked in a low voice, "You look at me like this, do you want to eat me?" ”

He walks a lot and speaks a little in all kinds of accents. I've just heard a lot of them talk, and I've already understood their accents to some extent. He spent several days in that tribe five days away. There is not much difference in the accents of the two tribes.

The child shook his head seriously and said, "No." The fire boy said, "We are human beings, and we do not eat people." ”

The statement of not eating people made Bihu feel greatly relieved. Then he smiled in what he felt was the most attractive. He didn't know how many women had been confused by this smile in the past, and he believed that it must be very effective now. He was ready to talk to the child about what he had seen and heard on the road on the topic of not eating people, and with his smile, it was no problem to take down the child.

It's just that he didn't know that after he fought all the way, his face was a little embarrassed. When the children dragged him back, it also stained his face with a lot of blood. At the same time, a net rope twisted his nose to the side. The toxicity of the Broken Gut Grass also made him lose control of his muscles. When he smiled, his face became very distorted, as if he was about to open his mouth to bite the child.

The child was frightened, screamed, pulled out the arrow from the tiger's foot, turned his head and ran. After running away, I thought of putting the arrow on the bow and looking back to see if anyone was chasing Bihu.

Bihu's face twitched, not knowing if it was pain or something else.

This little setback obviously won't make him give up. He quickly turned his gaze to the woman next to him, who was drying the skin, but secretly watching him smile. The woman was evidently eager to speak to him, too, and when she saw that no one was paying attention, she slowly approached a few steps.

But when the woman saw the lice crawling out of the hair, she quickly changed her face and quickly retreated. You are not allowed to have such a thing in the tribe, and if it climbs on you, you have to clean it. Now the water is cold.

Bihu looked confused and restrained his smile. It was the first time he had seen a woman who was afraid of lice. Isn't this stuff quite brittle?

However, he did not give up and was ready to look for opportunities to use his second method.

He whispered a desolate and sad tune.

His tune is like the snow stops the spring solstice, the spring breeze blows, countless flowers appear on the ground, and all kinds of wild beasts are lazily walking, which makes all the tribes have enough to eat. It was as if the warriors had entered the herd, and they were so fierce that they hunted more food than the mountains. It is as if a god has descended to illuminate the earth, so that everyone will not feel cold after autumn.

He looked at the sky with a deep gaze, and as long as the people of the tribe were attracted to his tune, then he would tell what he had seen and heard along the way, and impress the people around him. If there are elders, he will also tell them about the ancestors, about the way of inheritance, and tell them that he is humming the music of sacrifice, which is the most sacred and honorable song, and the most sincere praise to the ancestors.

Then he will be convinced of all the people here, he will be offered the best food, and the fattest women will come to them and chew herbs to help him take care of his wounds.

However, he had already sung the tune at the bottom of the box three times. He himself was already immersed in his own thoughts, how could no one untie him?

A child was attracted by Bihu's hum, came over and squatted down and listened for a long time, but did not hear a clear lyric, and got up impatiently and left. Thinking about it, I felt that this hum was not enjoyable, so I let go of my voice and sang: "It's September 9 again, Chongyang night, it's hard to get together......"

The face is greener than the tiger's. Even if he is as well-informed as he has never heard such a tune, this does not affect his judgment of the tune. Compared to the tune of unknown meaning that he himself hummed, this rhythm was undoubtedly a hundred times better. How could such a small tribe master such a beautiful thing? Could it be that their ancestral sacrifices have been passed down for a long time?

It was very interesting to watch the monkey show of the escape master of this era, and Wang Chuan deliberately stayed behind a tree on the side to watch this guy perform. Seeing that the situation was almost over, he walked out.

Let Zhuang Niu turn Bihu over, pick up a stone from behind him, and tie Bihu's hands again with a rope.

When Bihu was pale, Wang Chuan didn't want to miss this opportunity to teach Zhuang Niu the knowledge of escape: "Na, Zhuang Niu, you remember, the rope will be broken if it keeps grinding on hard objects." Just like it is now. ”