Their route still chooses to go upstream along the big river, so that it is not easy to get lost, and secondly, there are ready-made camping sites in many places along the way, which can save a lot of time and make people have a better rest. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the first night, though, they hadn't been able to get out of the confines of the riverside farmland. These are all fields that the Ba people have cultivated earlier, but unfortunately because of the distance, these distant fields have not been able to apply manure, nor have they been given more delicate care, and the harvest is not even as good as the newly cultivated fields that were replanted later.

It is precisely because of the comparison of the harvests of these lands that the effects of measures such as canals and manure are more prominent, making Zheng Jun, who put forward these opinions, more convincing. And these farmlands that are too far away will be abandoned next year, and the Ba people will invest in land that is easier to care for.

However, tonight we still have to use these shacks on the edge of the fields as campsites, and Zheng Jun doesn't have to participate in anything else now, just wait for the shacks to be cleaned up and live in.

Zheng Jun has gradually become accustomed to this kind of privilege-like preferential treatment. If he does everything himself, the people around him will feel more uncomfortable, because this kind of preferential treatment is actually a way for them to show respect.

They set out with a portable food, a cured meat invented by Zheng Jun, cut into strips that looked somewhat similar to modern beef jerky, and which could be stored at room temperature for a considerable period of time.

But the salt used to marinate this thing is coarse stone salt, and the meat also comes from frozen meat in the basement of the Ba chieftain's house. It is a natural ice cave that maintains extremely low temperatures all year round, and can store all kinds of food for a long time. Although there is no problem with this frozen meat, the taste itself is quite touching.

In short, this primitive portable food, chewing hard like a stone, and tasting salty and bitter, is a truly unpalatable and strange food beyond human imagination. Even the palate of hunters in this era is extremely difficult to accept this thing, and only as a last resort, hunters who go out will force themselves to grit their teeth and swallow it.

Although this thing was invented by Zheng Jun, he couldn't eat it himself, so he only made a batch and didn't make it again, even if it was forcibly distributed to hunters who went out, there were still a lot left over for a few months, and this time it was distributed to Zheng Jun and his party.

However, no one was interested in eating it, and one of the hunters of the Wushan clan only tasted a piece, and his face was distorted as if he had been poisoned. Everyone unanimously decided that it would be better to hunt and eat fresh food every day.

Even in the most densely populated places of this era, humans did not develop much land, and the wild was full of all kinds of wild animals, but the most common prey was deer. Although the deer are alert and fast, they are still the most hunted animals because of their large numbers.

This time it was no different, the hunters brought back three deer before dark, two were the harvest of the soldiers of the Ba Hunter Team, and the other was brought back by the Wushan Hunters. Zheng Jun found that the hunters of the Wushan Clan looked a little unconvinced that their prey was less than the other party.

Zheng Jun actually understood them very well, knowing that when the Jiuxi tribe launched a large army to attack the Ba tribe a few months ago, they had even completely occupied the city wall. It can be said that the defeat of the Ba tribe was already imminent at that time, and it was all thanks to the rescue of the Wushan tribe that the danger could finally be turned into safety.

Of course, being able to hold out until the arrival of the Wushan reinforcements was the result of the desperate fighting of the Ba soldiers, and if they were defeated early, the reinforcements of the Wushan tribe would not have any effect even if they appeared. But it is undeniable that in the war to defeat Jiuxi, the Wushan clan made great efforts.

In the end, it was the Ba tribe who defeated the Jiuxi tribe that spread to all the tribes, and the reinforcements of the Wushan tribe were only brought aside, and it seemed that they just came out and went back with a bottle of soy sauce. Of course, this is not a fact, but the credit of Zheng Jun, a traverser who knows the power of propaganda. Although the content of the propaganda is all facts, it focuses on the achievements of the Ba people and downplays the merits of the Wushan people.

This is propaganda based on facts, relying on the fact that the Jiuxi tribe was defeated in the Ba tribe, and the propaganda is extremely powerful. Thanks to this successful propaganda, many of the once neutral tribes voluntarily submitted to the Ba tribe, allowing the Ba tribe to quickly regain their strength, but the side effect was that the hunters of the Wushan tribe were greatly dissatisfied.

Anyone who travels a long distance will kill someone, and when they go home, they will find that the credit has been received by the other party, and they will be equally dissatisfied. However, the two sides are still in the honeymoon period after the alliance, and the high-level officials on both sides don't care too much about these small things. This made the hunters of the Wushan tribe very aggrieved, and as a result, they now have to divide the strength and weakness of almost everything with the soldiers of the Ba tribe hunter team.

Zheng Jun quietly explained to the Thirteen and asked them to be patient as much as possible, after all, the few hunters sent by the Wushan clan were one of the previous reinforcements, and they could be regarded as the life-saving benefactors of the Ba clan. However, in the next few days, whether it was camping, hunting, or rushing, the hunters of the Wushan clan had to divide one thing with them, and the soldiers of this team of hunters were gradually aroused to be competitive.

The two sides did not give in to each other, and the competition brought about by this competitive spirit gradually became angry, perhaps it was really the choice of fate, just when they arrived at the river bend where Zheng Jun had first arrived, they had a little conflict. The conflict only originated from a small competition, and the two sides of the conflict were only private conflicts between the two, and did not turn into a group fight that hurt feelings, and the only loss was only the clothes worn by Zheng Jun, who persuaded him to fight.

The conflict quickly calmed down, and there was more competition waiting for them in the next journey, and Zheng Jun's mood was indeed never calmed down. He stood there in silence, making everyone around him uneasy.

It was the last piece of clothing he had brought from modern times, and it happened to be in the place where he had first crossed over, although he had expected this day, but in such a place full of a sense of fate, he still felt that there really seemed to be a great existence in the dark.

"Is it the end where it all began?"

Zheng Jun muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

Zheng Jun's voice was so subtle that he couldn't even hear Thirteen next to him.

"We're camping here today! I have a little thing to do. ”

After saying this, Zheng Jun didn't care about anything else, and took out a set of fur clothes from his backpack, which Zheng Jun was going to change into for himself after all the modern clothes were scrapped. The fur garment is very delicately sewn, but it is not a modern style, but it is the same as the clothes worn by the Ba people.

Zheng Jun, who had taken his clothes, went straight to the river, took off all the clothes on his body, jumped into the water, washed his whole body cleanly, and then put on new fur clothes.

Looking back at the reflection in the water, after he put on his new clothes with his lush hair and beard, he no longer saw a little modern atmosphere, no different from a Ba people.

The others quietly watched Zheng Jun finish doing this, and although they couldn't understand the meaning of this act for a while, they vaguely seemed to feel something.

That night, Zheng Jun, who was lying on the edge of the campfire, said to himself in his heart at the last moment before falling asleep that from now on, the Zheng Jun from modern times will no longer exist, and some are only the Wu Zheng Jun of the Ba ethnic group.