From Chief to Ball

"Take care, and the status is not low. His son is in charge of the army, food, and sacrifices."

"Does E Yue have any brothers?"

"Yes, but it only cares about construction, not military, food, or goods."

Chen Jian nodded, with a decision in his heart, he pushed open the door and led Song out, regardless of the shouting of the person behind him.

The relationship between Xiacheng and Echeng is very delicate now: any large-scale military transfer requires negotiation between the two clans, and they are worried that when they hit someone else, the other party will be stabbed in the back.

And now it seems that if this person is sent to E Yue, the other party will definitely not be able to send troops. He probably doesn't want to set an example for his brothers. When his son takes over in the future, the brothers will learn from each other.

Now you might as well kick the ball back to Eyue, and take this opportunity to ask Eyue what he thinks of this tribe. If Eyue wants to take advantage of the chaos, he will naturally discuss it with himself.

Called a few tribesmen and asked them to tie up the six people who didn't wear silk clothes. Rang Song returned Yujue to the one who wore silk clothes, and by the way found a set of silk clothes exchanged from the Eyue tribe for him. The man changed, and a slave girl was called to comb the man's hair, and soap and water were brought for him to wash.

The man didn't know why, he thought that Chen Jian had agreed, and he was ecstatic. After he changed into his clothes and combed his hair, his demeanor was quite different from last night's.

"Prepare the boat and return to Xia City."

Chapter 3 Six Arts

Wei Xi boarded the boat more than an hour earlier than Chen Jian. Before taking the birch bark boat on the pier, he still had some contempt for Chen Jian's tribe, but when the bark boat crossed the waves of the Cao River and saw Xiacheng on the other side, he finally He couldn't help pointing to the raised city wall and asked the accompanying human: "Is that also your city?"

"Yes, that's Xiacheng."

The Caohe River is not too wide, it is much narrower than the big rivers he was used to since he was a child. When the autumn floods come, the big river is so turbulent that there is no other side.

But the small river is not without scenery. The rotating windmills standing on the cliffs on the bank can be seen clearly even if they are far away. It is not as magnificent as nature, but it has a more human atmosphere.

He didn't know what the rotating windmill was, but he didn't ask too much. He touched the birch bark boat and said to the people around him: "This boat is different from ours."

"That's right. This boat is very narrow. It won't be able to navigate in a big river, and it will be overturned by the waves. The blown sheepskin is better."

The tribes around them immediately made a comparison, wanting to find proof that their own tribe was stronger. This kind of narrow and pointed boat was really not suitable for the waves of the big river, but it was very stable here.

When he was about to approach the pier, a whistle came from the shore, and he explained to the people accompanying him: "If you cut down the trees and go down the river, the boat may be overturned and smashed to pieces. The sound of the whistle is telling us that we can dock. "

While talking, the rower turned the bow of the boat and followed a small boat full of ore coming down from upstream.

Wei Xi pointed to the distant river bank and said, "You can dock there."

"Not there."

"why?"

"Ji Xia is not allowed, this is the rule."

The rules are the laws that Wei Xi understands. He knows the meaning of the laws, so he doesn't make a sound anymore, he just finds it very strange.

In fact, there are other reasons besides the rules.Under the seemingly calm water surface are some big stones and pointed wooden sticks inserted into the bottom of the water. If you are not careful, you may hang the boat. There are broken stones and sharp wooden sticks everywhere under the river surface. Ships attacked the city and could only disembark from the pier.

A cow blew from the shore, and the slaves were hastily unloading the ore from the ship and loading it on the bullock cart to the copper kiln. too muddy.

Wei Xi stared at the ox cart for a long time, until a ox pulled the cart full of ore and began to move around, he finally couldn't help asking in surprise: "This... what is this thing? The ox can hold so much ore?"

The accompanying person said proudly: "This is an ox cart, doesn't your tribe have one?"

Wei Xi frowned and said, "Our tribe has a lot of cattle and more slaves, but we don't need them."

That's what he said, but he knew very well in his heart that if there was any, his own tribe would certainly use it, and the back of a bull couldn't resist so much, it was a rare thing, and he had to tell his brother when he returned.Even though there are many slaves, with this thing, it would be better to save slaves to do other things.

Several ships waited for a while, and the ore transporters finally left. When the boats docked, the windmill on the top of the cliff was hoisting several sacks of wheat up, and some ground flour came down along the ropes.

A thick woman with a linen scarf wrapped behind her head, her cuffs rolled up, covered in white flour, as strong as a man, holding half a bag of flour in her hand, shouting at the top of her voice: "Seventh, the first Which tribe are the seven? It's your turn, hurry up!"

Several people who were waiting there rushed over with their sacks on their shoulders, handed them to Tao Huan, and shouted, "Let Jixia make a few more windmills, it's not enough at all, from morning to now, at worst, there are a few more people in our tribe that is."

Although there was some dissatisfaction in his tone, he didn't dare to delay at all. He helped the tribe in front to carry the flour away, and hurriedly put the cleaned wheat on it.

Wei Xi couldn't understand what those people were muttering, but he found that the rope that could transport the sack didn't need to be pulled by anyone, but could easily pull a sack of wheat up.

"It's nothing. The slaves can do it. There are many slaves in our tribe. It's nothing more than saving a dozen slaves." In this strange land, the people of this tribe saved nearly fifty slaves, which were almost the same as the slaves he personally owned.

After stepping ashore, the accompanying people first took Chen Jian's token to find Yu Qian'er, and the rest of them sent these people to the post house.

The neatly arranged houses have walls made of loess, each of which is almost the same size, with dried fish or some messy herbs drying under the eaves.

What surprised Wei Xi the most was that the walls of each room were painted with white lime powder and a strange distorted picture, for example, a "fish" was painted on the room closest to him, and there was a picture hanging next to it. a fish.

The things painted on each wall are different, but you can tell what the things painted on each wall are at a glance, even if some things are temporarily invisible, you will know what it is when you turn your head and look at the real thing next to it.

After the summer solstice, all the walls were covered with characters. Chen Jian tried his best to make them understandable to all members of the clan. These characters were also created by the members of the clan. After someone drew them, they showed them to the clan members so that they could understand them clearly. So, I decided how to write this word, brushed it on the wall, even if I don’t know it, I still have to be familiar with it.

Most of them were drawn by Red Fish. She used to be a priest of the tribe and had drawn many pictures, so she had an advantage over others.Every time you write a character that is recognized by everyone, you can get some rewards from the public property.

The things near the river bank are all common things, such as fish, sheep, nets, boats, etc., and the young people in each tribe will be randomly checked every month. They don’t need to be able to write, as long as they can recognize them, if they can’t recognize them, the tribe will be punished. penalty for food.

The tribes were a little dissatisfied at first, but the wooden plaques exchanged in Fangshi were gradually written in words. In desperation, the next leaders and successors of the tribes had to find time to learn these ghostly symbols.

Wei Xi read a few lines, and finally showed a hint of admiration on his face. This cannot be replaced by more slaves, and even if he has never been to this tribe, he still knows what it is at a glance. It can be drawn with a stick, which is indeed a very good thing.

On the way to the post house, a few very young girls were playing with weaving flower ropes, and outside a big house second only to the sacrificial hall, a few older children were wiping tears there, and a few older children were weeping. The children were beating their palms with sticks, muttering something as they did so.

Seeing this scene, Wei Xi smiled slightly, and said that when he was young, he didn't dare to ride a bull, and his father also hit his hand with a small stick; if it was a little bigger, he couldn't draw the bow, and the stick that hit the palm of his hand grew up with him... …Now that his father is gone, his elder brother has become the leader, and no one beats him anymore.

He clenched his fists involuntarily, just like he did every time his father beat him a long time ago, feeling sore inexplicably, he really wanted to close his eyes and feel the tingling feeling after being beaten in the palm of his hand.

After a long time, he sighed, gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, opened his eyes and forced a smile, "What are those children talking about?"

The accompanying people listened attentively for a while and said, "Four nine 36, five nine 45, six nine 54..."

"what is this?"

"The children learned the formulas compiled by Ji Xia. This month seems to be the only way to memorize them. The tribes that don't know how to memorize them will also be fined with food."

"Hahaha, memorize these? Your tribe is very strange, but it is somewhat similar to our tribe. We are children who can't draw the bow and want to punish the corn and beat the palms, but you want to recite these?"

"They also want to learn archery, sword fighting, kneading pottery, lifting stones, and harvesting wheat. This month, they only learn this formula, and no matter how stupid a child is, they will learn how to do it. They have a lot of time to learn archery and sword fighting."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to a line of very complicated characters on the school wall that he didn't recognize at all but could recite: "Labor, spear, number and shape, discipline, writing, singing, six arts of Chinese people. Children are always better than us, We won't, we're old."

Among the six arts, Wei Xi basically understands, but he doesn't know what discipline is. When he asked, the man pointed to a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children outside the school and said, "That's discipline."

Following the sound, these children were lined up in several rows, holding a wooden stick about as long as them in their hands.

A few tribesmen who were injured and disabled on the battlefield wore beautiful leather hats on their heads, and they were reluctant to take them off even in the hot weather. This is an honor and the value of their life. At least they are still useful to the tribe, not just for food. People who can't work.

They held sticks with their disabled hands, supported their bodies with their broken legs, and beat a few disobedient children with inverted spears. They blew pottery whistles in their mouths, and someone beat drums next to them, so that the children could learn to move forward and turn. , turning and other basic actions.