A long, long time ago, this mountain was still a green water and green mountain, full of branches and leaves, birds singing and flowers, and there were countless fruit trees in the valley, bearing countless fruits, all as big as giant palms, crispy and sweet. There were eighteen tribes living here, each of which numbered about two or three hundred, and the ripe fruit that fell to the ground alone was enough to feed more than five thousand people, so people did not need to work, and of course there was no word for work at that time. People built a grass hut next to the fruit grove, slept soundly all day, and when they were hungry, they reached out to pick two fruits to quench their hunger.

One day, a fire suddenly fell from the sky, burning half of the mountain, and only the fruit grove on the side of the river was spared. So the 18 tribes moved to the river, so that the fruits of the forest could not feed so many people, so there were quarrels, fights, and even inter-tribal fights, with countless casualties.

At this time, there was a person who was weak and couldn't make a living by smashing and looting, so he went to the barren mountain that had been burned by the fire to see if he could find something to eat. After walking less than half a mile, he smelled a burnt smell, which seemed to come from the ground, so he found a stone chip and dug it on the spot. Because the mountain soil had already been burned to the cracks, it only took a few digging to roll out a round thing, and the skin of the thing was blackened, and the burnt smell was emitted by this thing. He was bold, stretched out the second finger of his right hand, touched the black skin, and some yellow-brown liquid came with it, and put it in his mouth to taste it, and he didn't expect it to be very delicious, and he had never tasted it in his life! Immediately tear off the black skin of the thing and swallow it bite by bite, although it is sweet and bitter, but it can't be controlled so much. As soon as he ate half of it, the round thing revealed the inner flesh, which was yellow, and he picked out a piece with his second finger, and after tasting it, he found that the inner flesh was much better than the black skin! Then he turned his head over with joy, and bowed to the mountain, and then to the sky, and to the ashes, in short, to all that he saw.

Then the man slowly paced back towards the tribe with a round belly. The people of the tribe were astonished at the sight of his belly, and gathered around him and asked him where he had eaten so well. At that time, people did not have selfish thoughts, so they told everyone one by one. So they begged him, "You are full alone, and we are all hungry, so please bring me over and let our stomachs eat like you." He nodded and said yes, and led everyone to the barren mountain that had been burned.

There is great power in numbers, and this is true. With dazzling work, he dug up more than 100 of that kind of round objects. Everyone didn't know how to eat it, so they put it in front of him and piled it up into a small bun and asked him to give it a lecture. I saw him stretch out his left hand and pick up one, and then with the second finger of his right hand, he poked the thing and poked it, so that the people around him smelled it, and they all said it was very fragrant. He broke the thing open from the middle again, revealing the yellow inside, and he bit left and right, gobbling it up, and surprised everyone.

After a while, everyone saw that he was still not dead, so they robbed the pile of small mountain bags in a hurry, and learned that he would poke a hole with the second finger of his right hand before breaking it open and eating it. After the first bite, everyone was impressed by this delicacy, alas, it was much better than the fruit on the tree!

So he, the first person to discover that roasted sweet potatoes can be eaten, became the first person to leave a name in the history of the Yeti Country, and he was called: "Ancestor of Food". Later generations called the second finger the "index finger" in honor of him.

Under the influence of the ancestors, it can also be said that driven by hunger, soon, some people found that burnt birds and beasts could also be eaten in the barren mountains, and the taste was also good. There are even one or two good deeds, they actually went to the stream to catch a fish rack and roast it on the fire, at first it was just a prank, but I didn't expect that the fish was also very sweet after it was baked. So the people of the tribe went around catching living creatures and roasting them on the fire, smelling whether they were fragrant or not, whether they could eat them or not. Those birds and beasts had lived in peace with human beings, and walked freely in the valley every day, but on this day, they suddenly found that their kind had been caught and roasted, and their corpses were torn apart, and they could not help but be terrified, and they ran to tell each other, and fled together to the vast grassland under the mountain.

The beasts in the mountains are becoming less and less common day by day, and the tribe that likes to eat meat can't bear the coolness, so they gather everyone to discuss and decide to leave the cave and go hunting on the grassland for a living. Every once in a while, people from the grassland will come to the mountains with prey to visit relatives and friends, all of them are full of oily food, their brains are full of fat, and their children and grandchildren are also burly and powerful. The people in the mountains naturally felt very guilty when they saw the abundant gifts brought by relatives and friends, and set out a table of fruits and spring water. The young people in the mountains also looked down on their fathers, and decided to follow in the footsteps of the steppe people and go to the East to enjoy the life of eating meat. So the young men on the hill walked one after another. In the end, only the old and the weak were left and the widows were left.

Fortunately, at this time, a mountain man found table salt in a cave, dug up a large piece and moved it back to his home. In the evening, when he was hungry, he suddenly saw a leg of lamb given to him by his friend, and immediately set up a fire, roasting the mutton and sprinkling it with snow-white mountain salt. Unexpectedly, an inadvertent attempt made him the second person to go down in history, because the aroma of roast lamb wafted out of his house and spread throughout the valley. Even pedestrians twenty miles away smelled the smell of his roast mutton, and with the guidance of the scent, the pedestrians waded through river after river, climbed slope after slope, and finally saw a courtyard, which was already filled with hundreds of people. They all stretched their necks and drooled on the ground, surrounding the mountain man who had invented the roast mutton, as if a group of believers were listening to the pastor's sermon. Of course, in their time, eating was a solemn religion.

The mountain man opened his mouth, and the words he uttered were like angels proclaiming the will of God, which were remembered by those present and passed down from generation to generation. It wasn't until later that someone invented writing, and when he wanted to carve words on the stone wall, the first thing he remembered was that his grandmother had heard her grandmother tell her a sentence from a mountain man:

"Roast lamb, sprinkle with the right amount of salt, it's delicious!"

It was a very happy night, and everyone present was given a piece of roast lamb the size of a fingernail, and they carefully put the lamb in their mouths as if they had received communion, and as soon as they swallowed it in excitement, they pressed the lamb with their tongues on the gums, and slowly sucked the delicious taste of the mutton, until the piece of mutton was sucked dry, and then they rolled the lamb with their tongues into the back molars and chewed it slowly......

The next day, the whole mountain ran up to dig for salt. When the people on the grassland came to visit their relatives again, the mountain people solemnly took out the salt and demonstrated in front of them the effect of adding salt when cooking. The steppe people were accustomed to drinking Maoru's blood, and never thought that they could make meat so wonderful, so they decided to exchange meat for mountain salt. Since then, the mountain people have lived a life of abundant food and clothing only by relying on mountain salt.

The mountain man who discovered the mountain salt was called the "salt ancestor" by later people, and the same name as the "food ancestor", and called the "second ancestor of the green mountain".

But the good times didn't last long, there was a tribe on the grassland that saw it in their eyes, and felt uncomfortable, thinking that they chased the beasts every day, working desperately, and they would be eaten by the beasts, but the mountain people were good, and they could exchange a small bag of mountain salt for a leg of mutton, although the price fluctuated, but at least half a leg of mutton. On a blue day, the people of the grassland came back to the mountain with long sticks and short sticks, and a burst of beatings and intimidation occupied the cave where the mountain salt was produced. According to the history books of the Yeti Nation, it was a war that took place since the birth of their race, and the steppe people established their authority with absolute superiority and occupied the cave for nearly two hundred years.

What have the mountain people been doing in the past two hundred years?

In the first hundred years, they found iron in the mountains. It's a pity that they don't know how to use it, so they just throw it in the garbage.

In the second hundred years, a "martial saint" was born. First of all, he discovered that by heating iron, he could make a weapon, and with this kind of weapon, not to mention a person, even a large stone on a mountain could be cut in half. So he sent people to secretly build weapons, and at the same time recruited a group of brave young people, who practiced non-stop every year. He was constantly studying the terrain to see which direction it was appropriate to attack from, and what to do if he met resistance. After thinking about it for several years, he actually figured out a set of "art of war," and then conducted actual combat exercises according to the "art of war." After another two years, the young people were all like wolves and eager to try. He knew that the time for revenge had come, so he also led more than a thousand young people of the tribe in a blue sky and white day, armed with white sharp weapons, to kill the valley inhabited by the steppe people.

For two hundred years, the steppe people have been enjoying their success, eating too much and growing too fat, and as a result, historians have pessimistically discovered that this race that once fought valiantly on the steppe has degenerated. So when the mountain people came to kill, they hurried back to their homes, invited the sticks enshrined in front of the ancestral tablet, and then went out to fight the mountain people. It is conceivable that those sticks have been in vain after two hundred years, and the inside has long been rotten, how can they still go into battle to kill the enemy? But they were still confident, because they had in their hands the magic rods that their ancestors used to hunt lions and tigers two hundred years ago, so they rushed to the mountain people with a majestic momentum and fell under their iron weapons......

They never dreamed that the magic rod handed down by their ancestors would be cut in half by the white thing, and why their strong breasts would be pierced by the white thing......

They did not receive an answer and watched in amazement as their comrades fell one after another......

Blood stained the stream......

Red water flowed all over the grassland......

The friends on the steppe smelled the blood in the river and knew that something must have changed in the mountains, so they ran back to ask them. However, they did not find the friends who had been sitting on the salt cave for two hundred years and had enjoyed two hundred years of fortune and happiness, only their bodies abandoned in a freshly dug earth pit......

How bleak it was!

None of them, including their ancestors, have ever seen such a person die all at once! Why is that? Why? What went wrong?

They wanted to go to the mountain people to ask, but they only saw the cold hostility of the mountain people, and a border line that warned them not to cross without permission - the boundary line? What is a border line?

In the end, with grief, they buried their friend's body and then went east and never returned.