From Chief to Ball

Chen Jian thought for a while and said: "You also know that even if wolves hunt, there will be a wolf leading them. This time we attacked that tribe, we only killed more than 30 tribesmen, so I fought very well. Those who fought against foreign tribes I will be responsible, do you agree?"

"Of course, we have confidence in your ability to fight, but we must discuss whether to fight or not."

"That's for sure. I'm only in charge of fighting, and everyone should discuss whether to fight. But the old grandmother is our leader, so there must be two people in our tribe in the discussion. There are also two tribes that were rescued. They A new leader has not been elected yet, and after the leader is elected, the two tribes are also eligible to discuss these matters."

After Chen Jian finished speaking, he glanced at the rest of the people. They thought about it and felt that there was no problem, so they all agreed.

In this way, Shitou and the old grandmother must be on his side. In addition, the two rescued tribes will have to rely on their own tribes to live in the future. Chen Jian, the leader of the fifteen-member council, can control five voices. Winning three tribes, it seems that all tribes are equal, but in fact they are no longer equal.

In fact, he really wanted to make a speech, but now is not the time, so he can only do it step by step.In order to appease these people, Chen Jian proposed that the first thing in the meeting was how to distribute the looted things.

These leaders were all happy when they heard that things were going to be divided. After taking a sip of wine, their faces turned red and they talked more.

"How about we divide according to the number of people in this expedition?"

"No! Two people in our clan died, but none of their tribe died. Their clansmen must have hid behind when the fight broke out!"

"You talk nonsense! It's because our people are stronger!"

The two tribes who had conflicts because of fishing quarreled with each other, and even stood up to fight. Chen Jian knocked on the bowl helplessly and said: "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel. I suggest that these things be divided into two parts, according to each Half of the people who go out from the tribe will be divided, and the other half will be divided according to the dead of each tribe."

The leaders of several tribes looked at each other and agreed to this division, while some secretly regretted that they would have robbed so many things and fought so easily, so they should have sent more people to follow them!

"Yuqian, tell me how many things we have in total."

"Hey. There are 130 sheep, [-] horned deer, [-] catties of millet, [-] catties of beans, and [-] catties of dried fish."

Several tribes glanced at each other, and they understood that there were 130 heads, but what did Wanheqian and Jin mean?

Chen Jian explained that one thousand is ten hundred, and Yu Qian'er brought a pottery weight, handed it to the leaders, and told them that it was one catty.

They counted with their fingers, and were surprised to find that they couldn't figure out how to divide. They looked at Chen Jian helplessly and said, "We trust you, this time you will divide."

"Well, I'll divide this time. There's the second thing, what about those who betrayed their clansmen and even killed their relatives?"

The leaders of these tribes exchanged a few words in a low voice. The tribes who came earlier already knew about this matter. Chen Jian, anyway, he didn't kill his own people?But if you think about it again, if this kind of thing happens to you, it may not be tolerated.

So they looked up at Chen Jian one after another. Chen Jian didn't speak, but quietly touched the old grandmother beside him.

The old grandmother coughed lightly and said, "If you ask me, this kind of people should be killed. Jian said not to kill them, but this is not a matter of the clan, nor is it a matter of war. We must discuss it together."

Shi Shi also said: "I think so, kill. Although the two tribes outside have not yet elected a leader, I think you can guess their opinions."

Those tribes breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "It should be killed, those who kill their relatives should not live."

"That's right, this is not a war. It needs to be discussed by everyone. This is not a matter within the clan. They untied their buns, betrayed their ancestors, and even killed their relatives!"

After the council voted, twelve people said they should be killed, Chen Jian didn't say anything, and the other two tribal leaders who didn't come knew that they wanted to be killed without asking.

Chen Jian clapped his hands, and a few people outside brought in a wet clay slab, and Yu Qian'er stood aside holding a sharp stone.

"Since everyone says it should be killed, there is no need to discuss this kind of thing in the future. Let's write it down and follow this method in the future."

Yu Qian'er drew a few simple and quaint paintings with stone chips, to the effect that those who kill their own relatives must be executed, and drew a dewdrop and a round moon, indicating that this is a matter discussed on the first day of Luyue.

Chen Jian stretched out his thumb and pressed it on the clay board, and the rest of the people also printed their thumbs on the clay board with solemn expressions.

"Tell Acorn to burn it out carefully so that it doesn't crack. After it's burnt, hang it at the main gate of the village."

The few tribesmen carried this heavy clay tablet out, and the first law among the tribes was considered completed, and more laws will be needed in the future, but it is meaningless to talk about it in vain. Discuss again, and then engrave it into pottery inscriptions.

After discussing the two matters, Song came in from the outside and whispered a few words in Chen Jian's ear. Chen Jian got up and said, "Now the food is ready, and there is wine. Let's eat first, then kill people, and then we have to eat." Discuss a few things."

When the leaders thought about the food here, they stood up very satisfied, and then they heard a thunderous drumbeat from outside, and hundreds of people shouted in unison, and their bodies trembled unnaturally.

Chen Jian smiled and said, "While eating, watch how the tribe fights."

He was the first to roll back the curtain of the fiber cloth, and a row of people stood on the open space in the distance. They held stone spears tightly in their hands and wore simple armor woven from wicker and deerskin. Looking from a distance, they looked like mountains and forests. The straight green pine.

Chen Jian turned around and looked at these leaders, thinking that this was why they had to eat first before discussing other matters.In the previous life, Dayu turned wars into treasures, and he probably ate like this...

Chapter 20 Three Things

There are spears like a forest, warriors like a tree, the number is not too many, but there is a kind of shock that is as immobile as a mountain.

For one's own people, this is a moving city wall that can protect the family; for the enemy, it is a life-threatening weapon that can destroy the family.

The ten leaders walked side by side with Chen Jian, all of them were shocked, no wonder they won so easily this time.If my tribe and Chen Jian were enemies and rushed forward in a panic, I'm afraid they would die faster.

They didn't see the battle with their own eyes, but they could guess how it went. Although a stag with long horns was mighty, it was no match for a pack of wolves.

The clansmen of various tribes who were watching were also affected by this quiet and orderly queue, and they were no longer as chaotic and frolicking as before.

"Everyone, let's bury our clansmen who died in battle first. They are our brothers and relatives, guarding our family, children and mother. Now they have gone to another world to send them a ride."

The people of the tribe followed in the leader's footsteps and came to a piece of land outside the village, including the few traitors who didn't know they were going to die.

The body has been buried, right next to the place where Hua buried her relatives, and the former buryer is now also buried by others.

The soil covered their bodies, leaving a heap of excavated soil outside.The leaders of the thirteen councils each held a bone, chanting the names of various tribes who died in battle, and covered it with soil.

32 stone axes and spears they used during their lifetime were inserted in front of the cemetery.These stone spears and axes will not take root, or will rot, but in the hearts of the tribe, they have grown into an impenetrable forest, blocking the enemies from outside.

Three bowls of turbid wine were poured in front of the tomb. The clansmen did not cry, but just watched all this silently.They are used to seeing death in the struggle against nature, and this death is a kind of glory, a kind of glory for living better for their relatives and not being bullied by foreigners.

A simple funeral, without any eulogy for the return of the soul, only a simple wooden sign with a simple calendar date and battle results drawn on it with charcoal: on the 22nd of the fruit month, 83 people were killed and [-] people were captured.

The uplifted tomb faced the black and white flag fluttering in the wind in the village. There was silence for a while, and the weapons standing like a forest were their tombstones. Two rows of wild chrysanthemums were planted around the tomb. Already in bud.One day, when someone sees wild chrysanthemums in full bloom, they will always think of those tribesmen who fought and died fighting for their lives.

Those traitors also lowered their heads along with the crowd, with mixed feelings in their hearts.Although they were alive these days, no one in the whole village talked to them, and even those children would ridicule them when they saw them.

However, several leaders soon shouted: "Arrest those who killed their relatives!"

Someone already knew the news, and they had quietly surrounded these people just now.Before they had time to shout, they were caught by the clansmen.

"Jian said he wouldn't kill us!"

The leaders said: "But we didn't agree."

They turned around and asked those silent clansmen, and shouted: "Do you think they should be killed?"

"Should kill!"

Thousands of people roared at the same time, especially their original relatives, who shouted hoarsely and wept blood.The faces of those people were pale, and they struggled a few times, knowing that it was meaningless.

A younger one cried out: "I don't want to die! If I didn't do that, I would have died. Even if my mother gave birth to me, when I killed my mother, my mother didn't blame me. She let me live well." live...I don't want to die..."

It's just that his begging for mercy had the opposite effect. His relatives picked up stones on the ground and threw them at him fiercely. His forehead was scratched, and he still murmured that he didn't want to die.