Ah Tu felt that his little friend was reasonable, and hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, my Abba and Aunt didn't stay." ”

Weifeng: "That's it, these people are really disgraceful to our tribal warriors." ”

Song Yu listened to their conversation and did not participate in the discussion.

Because she found that the children of those people and families were all ashamed to bow their heads at the moment, and they had no face to face these little friends.

Fortunately, everyone saw that Song Yu was not interested in discussing these, as if they thought of something.

The conversation changed: "If they can talk to the tree god like a fluke, and get the favor of the tree god, they are warriors if they don't hunt." ”

Song Yu: "......" she was appeased.

The kindness of the children made her feel like she couldn't cry or laugh.

Xiong Lan looked at Song Yu, who didn't speak, and then looked at everyone: "My grandpa and Eminem said that all the Juyan tribes are not as important as flukes." ”

"Don't compare yourself to anyone else."

Everyone: "......" makes sense.

Song Yu: "Sister ......" was treated specially.

But this feeling is still quite good, and she smiled and accepted everyone's kindness calmly.

"Fluke, come and see, is this thing like this?"

After Song Yu finished carrying the water, he heard his father calling himself.

She hurriedly leaned over and saw Song Hu holding the bow she had just made in her hand, looking at her daughter with a worried expression.

Reaching out to take the bow from his father, he pulled the tendons on it hard.

I found that I couldn't pull it at all with my current strength.

I had to return the bow to my father: "Abba, you are like me, Lala, slow down, don't push too hard." ”

Song Hu had been watching his daughter's movements just now, so after listening to her instructions, he hurriedly followed Song Yu's movements and pulled the animal tendons tied to this branch.

"Smack."

He had barely exerted his strength when the branch snapped and broke.

Song Yu: How big is the difference in the strength of "......"?

The bow that I couldn't pull with all my strength was easily broken by my father, how can I play with this.

Song Hu held up the branch that was broken by himself, and looked at his daughter uneasily: "Fluke, Abba didn't break it on purpose." ”

"Abba, I know."

Song Yu smiled at his father soothingly, and encouraged, "Abba, this thing is called a bow, and it was prompted by the tree god to let you make it and help hunt." ”

"This is the bowstring, this branch is the bow, and then ......"

Song Yu explained the principle of the bow and arrow to his father, and finally said, "So Abba, if the bow is made for me, it must be soft and easy to pull away." ”

"But if it's done for you and Grandma, make sure the bow and strings can withstand the strength of your warriors."

Speaking of this, she also clenched her fists, squeezed her arms, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's the power here." ”

After listening to his daughter's explanation, Song Hu watched her gestures and capture something, and the whole person fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Song Yu didn't bother him, and also reminded the others who were basking in the sun outside the tribe not to disturb Song Hu.

Everyone got Song Yu's prompt and nodded one after another, saying that they would not disturb Song Hu.

"Come here."

At this time, Haiyan's voice came slightly, "Look at it, is it right for Grandma to sew like this?" ”

Song Yu came to his mother's side, looked at the clean python skin in her hand, and found that there were a few places that were misplaced.

If it is sewn out like this, not only will it not be able to wear it, but it will become a burden.

She patiently told her mother how to sew clothes and how to sew skirts.

As for underwear or something, let's wait until she has time.