From Chief to Ball

The people of the tribe elected him out for a better future, but now he can't even see this future.

The groans of the injured clansmen, the hungry and weak bodies, and the terrified night all made the clansmen feel desperate.

The same skin color, the same appearance, why do people have the protection of their ancestors?Have a bow that can shoot birds, and pottery that can hold water?

Chen Jian looked at Song's eyes, turned around and discussed with the clansmen.

He is eager for these people to integrate into his tribe.

One is tools such as net bows, which can accommodate more people; second, with the settlement of primitive agriculture in the future, population is no longer a burden, but a powerful foundation.The third is that the hidden enemy two hundred miles away makes him uneasy, and he must make preparations early.

He knew that these reasons and his tribe could not explain them clearly, and he couldn't speak clearly, so he had to wait for the tribe's consent.

The aunts' hearts melted when they looked at the poor children of the family on the other side.

They are also mothers, a kind of natural pity made them less rational thinking, and agreed without thinking.

The men considered the difficulty of hunting recently, and felt that there was no problem.Although the experience since ancient times is that when the number of people is large, they must be separated, but at that time there was no way to fish with bows and arrows. Now it seems that those experiences can be discarded.

After obtaining the consent of the tribe, Chen Jian stretched out his hands to hold Song's hand and said: "Join our tribe, we will survive together, and we will face your enemies together."

"join in?"

Song didn't understand this statement. Chen Jian thought for a while and said, "We are all one ancestor. If you don't believe me, look, are you the same as me? The same skin, the same eyes, and even the same words."

Song nodded, he believed it.Just don't understand what joining means.

Chen Jian did not explain too much, but used the most formalistic method.

He took out a clay pot, filled some water in the stream next to it, cut his finger with a stone ax, and the dark red blood dripped into the pot.

Grabbing the somewhat dazed pine, he also cut his fingers apart.

Song lowered his head and watched the blood of the two people melt together in the water, dyeing the water a little pink.

Chen Jian held up the earthen pot and shouted: "From now on, the blood of our two races will be merged into one. There is me in you, and you in me, regardless of each other! If there is any violation, the ancestors will no longer protect them!"

After finishing speaking, he took a sip, handed it to Song, and said, "Now, I also have the blood of your tribe in my body. If you drink it, you will also have the blood of our tribe. You can be regarded as a family."

Song had never heard such words, let alone the oath.But he knows that it is terrible for the ancestors to no longer protect them, just like the situation of the clansmen now.

After thinking about it, it seems to be the best result, to integrate into one body, that is to say, my own people can also have enough food like them, and they can have this exquisite clay pot!

He looked back at the clansmen, their eyes were full of expectations, and they all agreed.

So he didn't hesitate anymore, imitating what Chen Jian said, said it again, took a sip of the water in it, and then handed the jar to the tribe behind him.

The bewildered clansmen finally saw a glimmer of light in the darkness, and cut their fingers one after another, dripping blood into them.

The jar was passed to the wolf skin, and the wolf skin didn't hesitate, but was infected by the formalism that appeared for the first time, and felt that the jar was heavier than the deer he killed when he was hunting for the first time. He couldn't bear it.

"The blood of the two races is fused into one, there is me in you, and you in me, regardless of each other!"

Dozens of voices shouted together and took turns drinking the water mixed with the blood of the two races.A little salty, but full of hope.

The only fly in the ointment is that the last person who finished drinking did not drop the jar, but carefully placed it on the ground, for fear of any damage, which was a bit less heroic after all.

After notifying each other of their names, they quickly chatted with each other, talking about their own experiences, and the closed life made every little thing full of fun.

The men circled around the wolf fur and asked about bows and arrows with their cousins. After knowing the reason, they looked at the young Chen Jian with admiration.

Of course, Wolfpi would not forget to boast that he thought of adding arrows to the feather arrows, and he performed a live performance.

The fireworks attracted some birds, which like to look for food after the fire in the grassland.

There was a sound of a bow, and a close black bird was pierced by a feathered arrow.A few hearts screamed, trembling and not daring to touch the quivering feather arrow.

Wolfpi smiled triumphantly, but forgot that he was not much better the first time.

The women inquired about pottery pots, dried fish, etc., lamenting how lucky the tribe was to be able to get the guidance of their ancestors.

Then we talked about the eternal topic of women, children.In this era, men don't know which child is their own seed, but women must know who crawled out of themselves.

After experiencing tragedy, separation of flesh and blood, or separation between life and death, it is inevitable that a few tears, a few nagging, a few sighs, mixed with a few words of relief - life will be better in the future, Chen Jian has promised them A life I never thought possible before.

Chen Jian took out a few pieces of maple syrup from the earthen pot, gave one piece to each of the new members of the clan, and gave a few more pieces to the children, and finally gave the rest to the people on his side.

The remaining doubts in Song's heart were also dispelled with the sweetness in his mouth. This is a simple age, and he has not learned too many intrigues and tricks. The more formalistic things are, the more shocking they are.

"Where are we going? Are we going home?"

"No, I won't go back yet, but I can go back soon. The family must have prepared fresh meat and fish waiting for us, and they must also like you to join."

A big cake was drawn, but the mysterious maple syrup and bows and arrows made these newcomers full of confidence, as if the big cake was right in front of them.

He asked someone to cut down a few small trees, weaved some stretchers out of rattan, and put the clansmen with wounded legs inside, and the four people carried them without being heavy.

The newcomers are full of joy at this novel scene, but the original clansmen are used to it, and Jian will always come up with weird methods.

I checked the wounds of those people, and there is no suppuration yet, but in this age without medicine, even a small wound can be fatal.

Although those people seemed to be calm, their hearts were actually full of uneasiness.They have seen the tragic death of many clansmen due to rotten wounds, and they have also seen the horror of trembling and shrinking into a ball before death, and their hearts are worried.

"Go ahead, I will find a way to make them stop bleeding, and I will cure you."

Carrying these people to leave, Song and several tribesmen stopped by the fire, murmured a few words, found some unburned bones from the fire, and put them beside them.

In the future, he wants to make a pendant so that these tribesmen will always be by his side, and he also hopes that these tribesmen can see the life Chen Jian promised.

After a final farewell, dozens of people extinguished the flames and left.The original relatives kept looking back until they were covered by tall trees and long grass, and finally stopped looking back and embarked on an unknown journey.

Along the way, Chen Jian deliberately talked about topics that aroused their interest, which could not only increase harmony, but also make them less uneasy.

Picked some prickly vegetables and let those injured eat them. The bitter taste was a little hard to swallow, but Chen Jian told them that it could stop the bleeding, so he could only hold back the bitterness and swallow it.

The cloth bag is full of wild chrysanthemum leaves, wormwood, and some other herbs that can kill bacteria, but they can't be applied yet.

The number of trees gradually increased, and the distance to the mountain became closer and closer. It seemed that we could not reach the mountain today.

Along the way, Chen Jian was looking for wild bee nests, and finally found one when the sun was about to set, and hid it in a tree hole.

There are a few thick trees nearby. Seeing that it is not early, they signal everyone to rest here.

The women lit a bonfire, and the wolf leash led the men out hunting, and shot a half-sized wild boar to death, and brought back a jar of pig blood by the way.

Standing under the hive, Chen Jian looked at the bees returning home, thinking about adding another dish tonight.

The women shook their heads one after another, indicating that such bees would sting people to death, and the hive was too big.