"Ahem!"

"Are you feeling better?"

Xiao Lin was unconscious, feeling very uncomfortable in his throat, and began to cough, coughing and coughing, and woke up. However, the scene in front of him made him stunned again. A primitive log cabin, somewhat dilapidated, with rudimentary bows and spears hanging here and there. Underneath him, there was a stone platform, which looked like a bed, and his body and ass were covered with sheets of air-dried fur. And in front of her, there is a girl dressed in a strange costume.

He was dressed in linen and skin, and his hair was tied in a circle, and a few feathers dyed dark red at the tips were pinned to it. Xiao Lin has only seen this appearance on image materials. Native Americans, driven by the massacre of white Europeans, the population of not one in ten, can only survive the Indians. But why, was he able to understand the words of the Indian girl in front of him?

"Do you speak Chinese?"

"Chinese?

"So, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Of course, aren't we of the same kind?"

Oh, yes, in fact, Indians and Chinese do have a lot of similarities. Many Indians are yellow-skinned, black-haired, and black-eyed, and from the outside, they do belong to a race. In the 21st century, many novels involve Indians and Chinese, saying that Yin Shang perished, and some fled to the sea, probably to the Americas.

However, the ancestors of the Indians were actually Semitic people from 10,000 to 5,000 years ago, who flowed from West Asia to Central Asia, absorbed part of the Pseudo-Aryan bloodline, and then went north to Siberia and then to the Bering Strait on the way to absorb part of the Tungusic elements, as well as the religion of the primitive Tungusic people, before the Bering land bridge disappeared, and then entered the Americas in several batches.

Indians, also known as Amerindian or Amerind, is a general term for all Native Americans except the Inuit, who belong to the yellow race. The vast majority of the Native American inhabitants are Indians, distributed in the countries of North and South America, and traditionally belong to the American branch.

Of course, if you didn't specialize in this, you wouldn't really be able to see it. Shawlin was fortunate to be seen by the Indians as a fellow citizen rather than a white colonist, otherwise, he would have been beheaded in a coma instead of being treated with all his might.

Shawlin didn't know what time it was, but he knew that it was supposed to be in the Americas, but he didn't know if it was North America or South America. Because, only in these few places, there will be Indian tribes.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"Well, it's halfway through the morning. ”

"No, I mean...... Never mind. ”

Sholin once inadvertently saw that the Indians also had a concept of time, but it was not very developed. For example, in the Inca Empire, there was a huge sundial used to determine time: on a large round stone disk, the degrees are carved, and as the sun rises and sets, the small stick in the center of the stone disk casts a shadow in the sunlight, indicating the time of day. The Incas also used the changing shadow of the sun to determine the seasons and compiled calendars to guide farming.

It's just that Xiao Lin didn't expect that he would cross over. He didn't know that the gold coin hanging from his necklace while he was drunk had cast a circular blue hole of light at his feet. Xiao Lin's body sank, and he disappeared as soon as he entered the light hole, and the light hole disappeared with it. In this way, Xiao Lin traveled from Chongqing, China in the 21st century to the North American continent in the 18th century. The 21st century is 2017, and here, it is 1717, which is exactly 300 years ago.

Xiao Lin lay down for two days and two nights, and survived with his strong physical fitness. The most serious of his injuries was the internal injuries caused by the impact caused by rolling down the hill, although there were many external injuries, but they were all skin injuries, and did not hurt the muscles and nerves. In the case of trauma, the Indians put a little plaster on him that was mixed with something I don't know, and the bleeding had stopped and began to heal. It's just that the internal injuries have to be taken care of by themselves.

For this reason, Xiao Lin also wanted to ask if there were any civilized towns in the vicinity to see if he could find a hospital. However, none of the Indians who saved him could understand what he was saying. There is only one possibility, and this is no longer the 21st century. Because, even the most isolated Indians, they will not not have even a little contact with the outside world. Xiao Lin, who had no choice, could only temporarily settle down and recuperate.

Through a few days of communication, he also found out the situation of this Indian tribe. This tribe is a small tribe with only more than 1,100 people, but there are 300 warriors, which is almost a third of the total population. The name of the tribe is Eagle, which is also the name of the patriarch, and everyone who becomes the patriarch has to change their name to Eagle. The tribes still seem to be very united, at least with a basic division of labor. However, the tools used are still relatively primitive, and can only forge the roughest iron, and the styles are arrowheads, spear heads and knives.

The person who rescued him at the beginning was named Sai Qunxiong, the eldest son of the tribal patriarch and the future successor of the tribe. And the woman he came to his senses and saw was Sai Qunxiong's sister, Pearl, known as the most beautiful woman in the tribe. However, Xiao Lin, who has seen the appearance of all the tribal women, agrees with this point of view very much. Sai Qunxiong is probably in his twenties, and he looks like he should be the same age as Xiao Lin. And Pearl, who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, is equivalent to a high school student.

Although Xiao Lin has no long body, his knowledge is not comparable to them. Sai Qunxionghe likes to talk to Xiao Lin, thinks he can learn a lot, and regards him as a wise man like an elder. Pearl, on the other hand, was attracted by the endless stories in Xiao Lin's mouth. The little girl is innocent and romantic, always hoping to have more color in her life, especially loves to listen to the story of Mulan, and it seems that she is also a little girl.

After lying down for a week again, with the help of Sai Qunxiong to make pheasant stew, Xiao Lin finally felt much better. Xiao Lin was able to move freely, and the first thing he did was to take a good shower. There is no special place for bathing in the tribe, and there is a small stream nearby where the people of the tribe are freshened.

Xiao Lin couldn't wait to take off his beggar costume and jumped into the stream. As soon as it was washed, the voice of the pearl sounded.

"Brother Xiao Lin, I'm here to bring you clothes. ”

"Don't, Pearl, don't come here yet. ”

Xiao Lin never showed his naked body in front of the little girl, so he was so frightened that he quickly covered his lower body, and Pearl didn't hear Xiao Lin's words clearly, so he ran over directly.