Fortunately, there has been no heavy rain these days, and the grass river has not risen.

Paddled the bark boat to the center of the river, Chen Jian took off the animal skin, dragged the rope and swam to the log, tied the rope, and the tribesmen on the boat pulled it over.

Four of the seven people soaked in the river have died, and the physical energy consumption after running vigorously is huge, and the hypothermia in the river is serious, so they can't be saved. Water conducts heat more than air, so water that is not cold can quickly take away a person's body temperature.

Carrying the dead and half-dead back to the village, one of the seven people Chen Jian had never seen before, and was not the one who had come with Hua last time.

"What the hell is going on?"

He was a little frightened in his heart, a beast attack was basically unlikely, and humans were at the top of the food chain after learning to cooperate, and it was impossible to wipe out all of them if there was an occasional beast attack. Infected? It's not quite like it, even Ebola has only a 70% mortality rate, and there can't be just one left.

An uneasy feeling rose in his heart, and he desperately hoped that the birch and the people would wake up soon, wanting to know what had happened.

Each clan has a different development pattern, and the group after his rebirth is a blood bond rather than a tribal gathering, so it is more peaceful, but it is not necessarily the norm of the tribe.

The range of Baili's message also made him lose his sense of urgency and vigilance, and the reason why Jian Chen was uneasy was that he thought of whether it was another tribe?

The reason for the emergence of tribal wars is profitable, and the basis of this profitability is that there is a surplus product, otherwise they are in a state of eating the last meal but not the next, and the war is a loss, because there is no generation difference in weapons, and people will die on both sides.

The concept of surplus product must have been owned by the tribe that waged the war. They have surplus products, so they think of fighting other tribes, and people guess others based on their own living conditions.

What does the appearance of leftover products mean Chen Jian knew very well that there were tribes in his vicinity that could be truly called enemies.

The people of both clans all gathered around the fire and looked at Jian Chen, and when they reached this panic, the first thing they thought of was Jian Chen, including the old grandmother and the stone.

Jian Chen was also waiting, and after a long time, Hua woke up, his eyes looking around weakly, as if looking for something.

"We rescued the people in the river." Jian Chen hurriedly told him about his life, but he didn't say anything about the four people who died.

He turned his head without any effort, rested for a while, and stretched out his arms.

The tribesmen thought he wanted river water, and several women hurriedly brought the clay pot, but Hua did not take it, but touched his hair with his hand, and realized that the bun was still there, but it was a little scattered.

Slightly tidying up with trembling hands, he touched his hair and asked, "Are we the same ancestor?" ”

Jian Chen nodded, and Hua then put down his hand and said, "My clansmen and relatives are gone!" Killed, robbed. Help us get it back. ”

Airplanes......

The people of the two clans immediately broke out into a chaotic business, and they all asked what was going on, and the old grandmother and Shi scolded the clansmen: "Don't talk nonsense, let Jian ask." ”

After calming down, Jian Chen frowned and said, "Which tribe is it from?" ”

Hua shook his head, pointed to a clansman who was still unconscious, and said, "My brother knows that he was out to go to the toilet and fled to the mountains and forests, and he is the only one left. ”

He still wanted to say something, his mind was full of corpses in the cave, and since he had burned it, he still couldn't forget the tragic situation of his sister crawling forward before she died. Thinking of Jian Chen's original promise and thinking of the same ancestor, he ran here.

But the more I want to speak, the more I can't speak, my physical strength can't support it, and it takes too long to say a word.

Jian Chen motioned for him to stop talking about it yet, and let the clansmen vacate a room and send the living inside, while the dead were temporarily parked outside.

The clansmen gathered around, wanting to ask something, and they were a little uneasy.

Jian Chen waved his hand and said, "Go to sleep, leave a few more people to keep vigil, and wait for tomorrow to talk about the rest." ”

All night, the clansmen didn't sleep well, lying there still discussing this matter, especially Song, who thought of the previous clansmen.

Apparently, other tribes attacked the people of Hua.

Who is it? Is it a tribe within the 200-mile range? Or is it a tribe that moved from somewhere else?

The first time Jian Chen encountered the pine was in the lower reaches of the Grass River, and the pine moved from the direction of the rising sun, and the meteorite tribe was in the northeast.

Kehua's people are in the upper reaches of the Grass River, in the west, and they knew it when Chen Jian asked about malachite.

According to my grandmother, the dozen or so tribes in this vicinity must have migrated from the southeast decades ago, and they have not met tribes from the southeast since then.

This should be the westernmost point of the migration of the tribe in the southeast, and he thought that the west was temporarily blank, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Jian Chen thought about it for a long time, and before dawn, someone ran over and told him that Hua's younger brother had woken up.

Hurriedly ran over, there was already a group of people gathered there, and Hua's younger brother looked at Chen Jian and the others with some horror, until he saw the familiar bun clearly, and then he was not so flustered.

After composure, he told what had happened to him.

That day, Hua and the others went here to exchange things, and after the people in the clan came back from hunting, everything was as usual, and he went outside with a stomachache. He saw a group of people with their hair scattered and stone axes, shouting words he didn't understand, and rushing into the cave. He hid in the grass in fright, and remained silent until the men had taken a large number of his people and left.

After telling all this, Hua also woke up and wanted to say something, Chen Jian waved his hand and said, "I asked, you said." ”

This kind of questioning after confusion and excessive panic must not be allowed to make them take the initiative to speak.

"They wear their hair?"

"Yes."

"They use stone axes? Is it punched or tied? ”

"Tied."

"Do you have a bow and arrow?"

"Yes, but no feathers."

"Wearing animal skins? Is there a hide in this too? He pointed to his chest, and Hua's brother shook his head.

Hua recalled the feather arrow, and Jian Chen took an arrow from his clan, pointed to the string groove carved at the end of the arrow and asked, "Is there this?" ”

Hua shook his head and said, "I don't remember, I remember that there are no feathers." ”

There is no problem with no feathers, when used at close range, the arrow can be used without feathers, and it is faster, and farther it will roll because there are no feathers.

He asked this question to find out where the tribe came from. Is it nearby that is influenced by your own tribe? Or did you move from outside?

Thinking of this, he took a bow, came to Hua's brother and asked, "Were you close at that time?" ”

"Near, I hid in the grass and watched them snatch my mother and sister away."

Jian Chen pulled the bow with his index finger ring finger and middle finger and asked, "Is that how you pulled it?" ”

"It's not."

He hooked the string with his thumb and asked, "So?" ”

"Not really."

Finally, pinching the tail of the arrow with his thumb and forefinger, Hua's younger brother immediately nodded and said, "That's how it was pulled!" We draw our bows like the moon of the day our brothers walk, and they draw their bows like the moon of these days. ”

Jian Chen lowered his bow and determined that a new tribe that was not within the influence of his own clan was to the west.

When I taught other tribes to draw bows, I taught them to carve string grooves. Whether it is the index finger ring finger or the thumb hook, the nearby tribes use it, but he is the only one who has never taught the thumb and index finger pinching arrow.

The distance between the bow and the bow is very close, so it looks like a curved moon instead of a full moon.

Bows and arrows can be used by any primitive person, and they follow the path of primitive scattering, and if they are influenced by themselves, it is impossible to use these primitive methods without using mature methods.

Therefore, this tribe is an independent development of the bow and arrow.

The key point is to arrest people rather than kill everyone, which is also a problem.

The use of slaves is not necessarily slavery, as long as it is guaranteed that one day's work can create enough life for two days, even if it is enough for one and a half days, it is theoretically profitable to exploit slaves.

Primitive prisoners of war may be killed as human beings, or they may be forced to do something that their own people do not want to do, without considering their lifespan, they can be used when food is abundant, and killed when they are not, which is cruel but normal.

Civilizations are diverse and non-linear. No one is a god of Haotian, so naturally he can't see the perspective of the development of other civilizations.

In the eyes of the clansmen, the bank of this grass river is the whole world. Treat others with oneself and think that everything is in harmony, but in fact it is not.

Those who were taken away were to be temporary slaves, to take advantage of the abundance of food in summer and autumn. Or is it just a sacrifice or some kind of primitive worship?

The influence of the power of primitive beliefs on some tribes is enormous, such as a certain goddess-worshipping group, which settled in a good weather. However, several years of continuous drought caused the tribe to smash the idol of the goddess, and before smashing it, perhaps tried human martyrdom, or perhaps tried all the methods that the priests had come up with, in the end to no avail, and the faith completely collapsed. And those who were martyred will never know why they were caught and killed.

These are all Chen Jian's guesses, and there is no answer to what is going on with those people now. The geography of this world and the distribution of species have completely changed, too many unknowns and accidents.

If it is really captured as a slave, even if it is temporarily used up and killed, then the tribe is a huge threat. The Song tribe's experience was also tragic, but Chen Jian didn't take the meteorite tribe seriously at all.

The Meteorite Tribe only relies on force to oppress the surrounding tribes to provide tribute, and the reason why they don't capture slaves is not because they are kind and can't bear to use slaves, but because they are not productive enough to afford slaves. Such a tribe is useless even if they pick up flying saucers that fall from the sky, and they can be beaten back to their original form with just one battle.

Being able to catch slaves proves that they have reached the point where they can work for one day to eat for two days, so that slaves have surplus value for one day's work. Otherwise, if you do one and eat one is equal to zero, you will have to pay the cost of management and suppression, which is a loss.

Judging from the bundled stone tools and arrows, it is either primitive nomadism, or slash-and-burn farming plus fishing and hunting, and it must have migrated from afar.

As for what kind of race it is, you have to see it for yourself to know. Changes in geography and the distribution of species render all his historical experience useless, because there is no longer a history in the narrow sense.

This world has no history.

Himself, his people, all the people on this planet, finally made up a story with his hands and brains. A story of fighting against the sky, struggling with the earth, and finally falling in love or killing with people, and living and die for the sake of profit. This story is the history of this world.

The only enemy is the wilderness, and the days will pass.

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Volume 1: Out of the Wilderness (End)