As the minutes passed, the procession in the canyon marched unhurriedly and slowly on the uneven road due to the earthquake, and from time to time there were fallen giant trees blocking everyone's way, and then the men put down their weapons and swarmed up to clear the way for the clansmen behind.

In the procession of women and elders, a woman picked up a little boy of about three years of age who was following and carried him behind her waist with a leather cloak that she carried.

Soon after, the little boy shouted to come down and go by himself, so she told him to come down, knowing that he would be tired of walking for a short time and asked to carry it.

An older girl, who has not yet grown into a woman, carries as much load as an adult. She followed behind a woman, but from time to time she looked back at a boy behind her.

The boy was about to grow into a man, and though he was in the ranks of the women, he always kept a certain distance from the women, so that they would see him as one of the few hunters who walked behind, and not as a child.

He also wants to carry some prey on his shoulders. He was even jealous of the old man who was guarding the women's side, because on his shoulder was a great hare, which he had struck with a bow and arrow.

Prey is certainly the main source of food for the Navian tribes, but women often provide a larger share of the edible plants they gather along the way, and their food sources are more reliable.

Despite the heavy loads on their backs, they continued to collect plants along the way.

They were quick and never delayed the procession. Together, they can quickly pluck the shoots and flowers of a small clump of sunlit lilies, and they can dig out the new roots in a few strokes with a digging rod into the soil. As for the young roots of cattail grass, they can even be easily pulled out and picked by hand because they grow under the shallow soil of marshes.

When the tribe settled, the women remembered the place where tall herbaceous plants grew near their huts. When it is time to harvest, they will go together to collect the young leaves from the branches and eat them as vegetables.

In late spring, when the farm is not working, they mix yellow pollen with starch from mashed and leached old roots and mix a small amount of flour to make unleavened dough biscuits.

On a sunny day, they gather hairs on dry branches and weave baskets from tough branches and leaves. But now they can only collect the plants they see along the way.

They collect the sprouts and soft leaves of alfalfa, tonka vanilla and dandelion; Peel the thistle leaves from the thorny brambles and cut them with a knife, and also collect some early-ripening berries and fruits.

The iron rake is a handy tool for women to collect. Freshwater fish from the creek can also be brought to the shore and fished out by hand; It is also used to dig out bulbs, tubers, and edible roots of various plants from the soil.

Shortly after the group moved on, Nala looked up to see an elderly man with a limp covering his entire body, including his head and face, walking towards her.

The old man was neither heavy nor armed, but only carried a long cane to help him walk. His right leg was lame and shrunk much thinner than his left. Now, however, he limped with astonishing agility.

The old man's right shoulder and right upper arm have atrophied, and the forearm and hand below the elbow of the right arm have been amputated. However, to his left side is a powerful left arm and a muscular left leg, making him look like a heavily leaned half-side.

He had a huge head, bigger than anyone else in the tribe. As a result, he was born with a difficult birth, which left him crippled for life.

When he came to Nala's side, Nala raised his head and could clearly see that the old man had many ugly scars on the left side of his face covered by the black robe, and there was a large sarcoma on the old man's left eye, which also caused him to be blind in his left eye.

But the old man's intact right eye shone brightly, shining with wisdom and deep thought. Although his right leg was lame, the way he walked showed his philosopher's demeanor and established position within the tribe.

He is the Great Moguu [Moguu is the Venoan name given to the clergy of the tribe, the prophets. The Great Mogueu is a special title that he holds, signifying that he enjoys a high status throughout the family and tribe. He is the most authoritative priest of each tribe and the saint of the highest authority among the tribes of the whole family.

It was believed that his mutilated body was created by God's will, making him an intermediary between man and God, and it was not desirable that he be the secular chief of his tribe.

He also knew that he himself was in many ways more authoritative than any other tribal leader. The rest of the family called him (Big Mogu'u) and called him that.

When Nala saw him coming, she greeted him by calling out to "Big Mogu" and bowing and gesturing, indicating that she was pleased that he had participated in the questioning of the little boy.

"Nala?"

Moguwu expressed concern about the child he was carrying.

Nala hurriedly uncovered her cloak, and Moguwu leaned closer to see the young boy's flushed face, then turned his gaze to the swollen legs and festering wounds, and then turned back to look at Nora's eyes, trying to ask for Nora's opinion.

At this moment, the unconscious boy made another ** sound, Moguwu is used to seeing life and death, his heart is harder than a rock at this moment to hear the little boy's ** but his heart softened, he hesitated for a long time and finally nodded his head to give permission.

"Okay,"

Mogue's voice came from his throat, a little hoarse, and he continued, "This child is so pitiful, he really escaped death. After saying this, he turned away without looking back.

The nervousness and worry calmed down a little after the sole leader, Count Rolf, had led the tribe out of the area where the black bears were still on track.

He ordered the whole clan to rest on the spot, and he ran to a high slope to look into the distance, and thought about the next route in his mind.

On the opposite bank of a small river stretches a small grassland, and in the distance there are several rocky hills with small undulations and strange rocks that meet the grassland.

Only a few sparse trees grow on the grassland, which struggle to withstand the perennial winds in the canyon, and their growth is hindered and distorted, making them appear very low, leaving the open field empty.

Near the horizon of the grassland, a roll of dust could be seen in the distance, and a large group of hard-hoofed animals were galloping.

"If he settles here," thought Rolf, "he should first order his warriors to hunt a few before it gets dark, and then have a hot broth and roast for dinner!"

Behind him, some tall canopy conifers could be seen, sparsely standing above a deciduous forest. The woods are a little low because of the backdrop of the endless Grand Canyon.

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