Every time Wang Chuan went out, there would always be a short period of lost time in the tribe. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Mother will hide in the innermost part of the cave to pray for Wang Chuan for a while. Linghui looked at the direction Wang Chuan left and was stunned for a moment. Kuan will rethink all kinds of iron-striking things taught by Wang Chuan, and then he will pick up a hammer to strike iron. Everyone is worried or expectant, and it always takes a while to get used to it. And when Wang Chuan returned to the tribe, even if he didn't do anything, everyone would be a little more energetic, and no matter what they did, they would feel full of energy.

Although Ah Mu and the others wished that Wang Chuan would not go anywhere, even if they slept in the tribe every day, they were willing to give him the food in their mouths. But they also knew that Wang Chuan was fighting for a better life for the tribesmen. It's not okay to keep him out. Although the tribe is living a better life now, I don't know how much it is better than before, but when they listen to Wang Chuan talk about the goals of each period, they are always enthusiastic and want to know what will become after they are achieved. In this way, how could they be willing to let Wang Chuan stop?

Every time the mother came out of the cave, the rhythm of life that had slowly formed in the tribe would restart, and everyone would start to do the work that Wang Chuan had requested.

After months of almost uninterrupted teaching, a few of the more intelligent people in the tribe began to understand the meaning of numbers, the general concept of weights and measures, the concept of words, and the organization of doing things, etc., and the tribe gradually formed some habits that surpassed those of the past.

The most basic thing is that the food opening time of the tribe is uniform. When should a pregnant woman start cooking meat and when should she cook it well? There are fixed rules for how much to cook.

At mealtime, the children are asked to call back all the people around them and count the number of people. Who hasn't eaten yet, or those people are out eating dry food, she can sort it out and report it to her mother. The mother made further arrangements for the uneaten, whether to send it or leave the hot broth for them to come back and eat, etc.

When I come back in the evening, before dinner, several leaders will go to my mother's side to report on the day's work. How much charcoal burned, what's the problem. How much of the iron was beaten, to whom it was distributed, or who was waiting to ask for it. How much more bows and crossbows have to be made. Which section of the road has been opened, which slave has behaved more actively, which section of the road will probably be driven tomorrow, etc.

During the meal, each of them would repeat these things again, and the grandmother and a few leaders would listen carefully, and the spirit would write these things in Chinese characters that he could write or symbols he understood, and use them as a reference or report back to Wang Chuan. In the process, everyone also discussed and solved various problems.

Wang Chuan was not there, and the matter of evening classes in the tribe did not fall. The spirit will take over Wang Chuan's work, teaching the children to count or read, teaching the newcomers the rules, telling all kinds of legends and stories that Wang Chuan has told or what Wang Chuan has done.

After returning from going to the Vulcan tribe, Wang Chuan did not organize any summary. But the Spirit organized all the people who went out and compiled the various circumstances. Then, as in the previous exercise, all the problems were listed, and the mother and several leaders and others analyzed and discussed. In the words of my mother, Huo Yanzi is a person who does big things, and we can solve these small things by ourselves.

When Wang Chuan was away, my mother paid special attention to various rules. Especially when some Wang Chuan was there, those who didn't listen to Wang Chuan's greeting, the mother would settle accounts after the autumn at this time.

After Wang Chuan left, a person who was said to be unwilling to go out with Wang Chuan and a person who was said to have not listened to Wang Chuan's request when cooking rice were beaten extremely miserably by his mother.

In the words of my mother: "This tribe is the one who has the final say." You may not listen to me. But dare not listen to him, this is a violation of the rules? He has given you signs of strengths and weaknesses, and he respects you, not that you should be brought up before him. He doesn't care about these things, it's his generosity. But now they dare not listen to him, do they want to abandon our tribe? Don't forget the rules carved in stone by our tribe...... If you don't listen to my words, forget it, if you dare not listen to his words, I will dare to skin you......"

Mother doesn't know what it means to be respectful from the heart, what she wants is to obey on the surface. While punishing these people, the slaves also watched from the sidelines. My mother said that this was the time to make rules, and they should not be left behind.

The arrival of the blizzard caught the tribesmen off guard. By the time the bark returned from the open forest with the slaves, visibility was already extremely low. If they had hunted in the forest as they had done in previous years, they would probably not have returned. But after opening the road, they bowed their heads and walked back along the opened road. Back to the tribe to count the number of people, there was no one less, but there were people who were injured or hit by branches. This made everyone realize the benefits of opening the road a little more, and admired Wang Chuan's foresight a little more.

The tribe also stopped all work because of the blizzard. The slave returned to the wooden room. The others returned to the cave.

Everyone was worried and panicked about this sudden snowstorm, Wang Chuan Bihu and the others were outside, but there were no caves and houses, how could they escape this natural disaster?

When everyone was panicking, Grandma stood up indifferently, whipped a few of the most worried people, and threatened: "My Huo Yanzi is a person blessed by God and my father, and this bit of wind and snow must be nothing to him." After the snowstorm, he will surely return safely. What is your intention in damning him in this way? ”

Immediately after the punishment, the grandmother asked everyone to do all kinds of things on the fire. The people of the bow and crossbow workshop brought all the tools to the cave and asked everyone to help. The rest of the men polished various tools and made wood. Women made clothes and boots out of various furs. The child uses the corners to make ropes, knot rope nets, and so on. Even on the slave side, my mother moved a large number of stones and bones for them to make stone tools and bone tools. Mother let Ling and Qiao and others supervise the work, and if there is a slight mistake, they will not hesitate to punish them.

All kinds of things to make are not to be left with my mother. She believed what Wang Chuan said, "As long as everyone is busy, they won't think about it".

There is certainly some truth to this. As a result, everyone is stuck in a heavy workload, and they become less panicked. But with a blizzard it fell for five days. The atmosphere in the tribe was still uncontrollably oppressive.

If this kind of blizzard had been placed in previous years, it might have killed thirty percent of the people of the River Tribe. That's still when there is a cave and a fire. Now that Wang Chuan is in the wild, how can he survive?

As soon as the wind and snow stopped, Ah Mu could no longer care about the atmosphere of the tribe, and regardless of the knee-thick snow outside, she immediately asked the bark to take more than 20 people from the tribe, together with a dozen slaves, and hurriedly went to the southeast on the other side of the river. If it weren't for the fact that her mother was old, she would have wanted to find it herself. Wang Chuan is the soul of the River tribe, he is gone, what's the use of asking for these useless things? Even if the last member of the tribe is consumed outside, she will get him back! Life is to see people, and death is to see corpses.

When he finds him, he will be locked up in a cave and will not be allowed to go out.