How to look at "sex" is the concentrated embodiment of human nature.

In the process of human development and evolution, the understanding of "sexuality" has become more and more mature and standardized.

Some glorious wise men in early history have thought deeply about the issue of sexuality, and used normative sexual behavior as a starting point to guide human beings from instinct to reason, from barbarism to civilization.

In this sense, whether the concept of sexuality is mature or not is an important indicator of whether human beings are mature and civilized.

An eleven-year-old boy who has become a bell cannot have such a profound understanding of "sex".

Not only him, but most adults in the main world could not have known it so deeply.

For most people, there is no need to study and think about this kind of problem, just follow the rules passed down from generation to generation.

In the feast activities of the Wusun people, Cheng Zhong intuitively saw their attitude towards "sex".

After listening to Bullali's explanation and two stories, he had a general understanding of the sexual concept of the Wusun people.

Cheng Zhong felt that the sexual concept of the Wusun people was wrong, but he couldn't refute it, and he couldn't refute it.

Naturally sensitive, he has instinctively realized that the humans in the wolf domain have been in the stage of ignorance in this regard.

This is enough to prove that the social form of humans in the wolf domain still belongs to the primitive society.

After being in a daze for a long time, Cheng Zhong couldn't help but ask:

"Who are the protagonists of these two stories?"

"Hehe, looks like you've finally figured it out.

The protagonist of the first story is the ancestral grandmother. “

"Who is the ancestral grandmother?"

"It's the leader of the Wusun people who received you!"

"Why do you call her grandma?"

"I am her descendant, the eldest granddaughter of the tenth generation, if I don't call her grandgrandma, what should I call it!"

"Is it?!"

Cheng Zhong's mouth opened wide in shock, and he forgot to close it for a long time.

He couldn't help but start calculating again.

If the generation difference between each generation is 50 years, and when they live to be more than 500 years old, can there be no 10 generations?

It's just that the people of the main world can't imagine what it is like for these ten generations to live together.

After sighing for a long time, Cheng Zhong then asked:

"That'...... What about the protagonist of the second story?"

"She's very close to us, and she lives right at our feet. ”

Brulari said with a smile.

"Who the hell is it?"

"It's my mother.

Grandma asked me to be your maid and let her cook for you. ”

When Cheng Zhong heard this, he sighed again in his heart.

Since he entered the Wusun Tianma tribe, the people and things he has come into contact with have been new and unexpected, constantly stimulating his senses and consciousness, making him overwhelmed and making his nerves become a little numb.

Cheng Zhong sat up straight, sighed, grabbed Brulali's slender hand, stared at her eyes, and said:

"Thank you, Brulali, not only did you teach me the Usun language, but you also taught me many things that were unimaginable before, and you are a competent maid. ”

When Bula Li heard this, she gently pressed her face to Cheng Zhong's hair and whispered:

"Thanks for the compliment!

Cheng Zhong, Cheng Zhong, your name is very nice, but it sounds a little tongue-twisting, I want to call you little brother, can I?"

"Yes, of course, you can call it whatever you like. ”

Cheng Zhong retracted his messy thoughts, greedily enjoying the kind of care and tenderness that is characteristic of Brulali, and whispered in agreement.

To be honest, Cheng Zhong has lacked this kind of maternal care since he was a child, so his heart is very rare.

It's not that grandma and mom don't like him, it's that they're too busy and tired to take care of him.

In addition to cooking, laundry, and housework, every night, they can't sleep in the middle of the night.

I have to sew clothes and make shoes for the whole family.

In the Nuo family of eighteen people, if each person changes one set of clothes every year, it is eighteen sets of clothes.

Each person wears two pairs of shoes per year, which is thirty-six pairs of shoes.

Every stitch and thread of these tasks has to be done through their hands, and I don't know how much time it takes.

Especially the work of the soles.

The soles of the shoes, which are cemented in layers of batter, are thick and hard, and it takes a lot of effort to make a hole in the awl and then drag the thick twine through it with a large needle.

If you don't fill it in the slightest, an awl or a large needle will make your hand bloody.

In Cheng Zhong's childhood memories, it seems that grandma and mom never slept, at least never saw grandma and mom go to bed on time like everyone else.

At night, the whole family slept peacefully, and the lights in their house were still on.

In the morning, before the whole family gets up, they are already busy in the kitchen.

The children go to school early and have to go out at six o'clock.

There was nothing good to eat, so they had to cook at least a pot of hot noodle soup and tell the children to wake up, have a bowl of noodle soup and go to school.

After the children are gone, they have to go to the fields to do farm work.

The production team had to carry a full ten square meters of soil every day to earn a day's work, and both women and men were the same standard.

Occasionally, grandma and mom would caress Cheng Zhong's face or little hands lovingly.

The thick calluses on their hands would make him hurt, and he would run away from him if he didn't know anything about it.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhong's nose suddenly soured, and large tears poured out and flowed down his cheeks.

Brulari suddenly felt that something was wrong.

She held Cheng Zhong's chin with her hand and gently lifted his little head.

Seeing him burst into tears, he was shocked.

She grabbed a strip of colored animal skin, and while gently wiping away his tears, she asked in a loud voice:

"What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Zhong bit his lip and shook his head again and again, as if he wanted to shake the bitter memories of his grandmother out of his head.

He finally calmed down, thought for a moment and said:

"Bellali, just now, you told me the story of two elders, and I would like to tell you the story of my elders.

However, the environment in which I live is too different from yours, and my Wusun language is too poor to be able to speak clearly.

In this way, let me tell you a story about Meng Jiangnu.

This story can partly represent the understanding of gender relations in the world where I live. “

Then, in the broken Wusun language, Cheng Zhong told the legend of Meng Jiangnu crying down the Great Wall very simply.

Unexpectedly, this love story that has touched the Chinese for thousands of years and repeatedly made people cry only made Burulali very curious and did not impress her in the slightest.

Her eyes widened in amazement, and she asked again and again:

"It's good, why do you have nothing to do and build such a tall wall?"

"In Meng Jiangnu's tribe, are there no more men?"

"Why does Meng Jiangnu go out alone and leave the tribe, isn't it dangerous?"

"How can a cry make a big wall collapse?"

The question that made Cheng Zhong cry and laugh the most was, "Who is more beautiful than Meng Jiangnu compared to me?"

Cheng Zhong shook his head again and again, not wanting to say another word.

Only then did he realize that he had made a serious mistake.

Talking about love with primitive humans and hoping to move people is like playing the harp to a cow.

Facing the wolf beauty Brulali, Cheng Zhong deeply felt his incompetence and helplessness at this moment, and sleepiness also came up.

His eyelids began to fight, and he involuntarily lay down on the warm and comfortable sheepskin, and soon fell asleep.

Seeing that Cheng Zhong didn't say a word, Bula Li fell asleep, and her heart was at a loss.

She stared at Cheng Zhong's delicate little face for a long time, and thought to herself:

"He is so smart, so mysterious, I took him back to the tribe in a daze, but I didn't expect that my ancestral grandmother respected him like a god, where did he come from?"