From Chief to Ball

In the eyes of those tribesmen, these tools are the root of all evil.When I didn't have these tools, I lived very easily, but since the emergence of these evil tools, everything has changed, and I have to use these tools every day.

If there were no bones, they would not need to dig; if there were no spinning wheels, they would not need to spin; if there were no stone mortars, they would not need to smash acorns...

Those clansmen were naturally whipped by the rattan, Red Fish thought they were stupid, the crime was not the tool, but his own identity.So what if you smashed the tool?There is no other outcome but beating or death.

Besides, she likes these magical and ingenious tools in her opinion very much. If her tribe had these tools, life would definitely not be the same.

In the past two months, she has seen too many things with her eyes, too many things that shocked her, and she even wanted to ask Jian why these tools can work like this.

When spinning in groups, she made the right choice based on what she heard and what she guessed.

In fact, she can finish the thread that needs to be spun every day in half a day, and the rest of the time is spent thinking, or staring at the spinning wheel to see why, wondering what the potter's wheel that she has not seen with her own eyes, is it possible? Similar to this spinning wheel?

Every day is very quiet, she can think quietly, just like in the tribe.

The rift caused by the last "whistle-blowing" incident has not yet been healed. They dare not speak, for fear that the whistle-blower will be around them.

But after careful observation, Red Fish discovered that there could be no informer among the twelve tribesmen. She believed in her intuition and her own judgment.

These twelve people are babbling every day to learn a new language, which can be said casually without being beaten.

When delivering food, people outside will ask them what the food is, and they can only eat after calling their names.

There are not many meals. If you don't overfulfill, you won't be full. It seems that this is also carefully calculated.

Red Fish drank the last sip of fish soup, and felt that the person named Jian was really scary, as if turning everything into one, two, three, four, five, as detailed as five fingers plus five fingers equals Ten, there is no other possibility at all.

After eating, the clansmen wanted to continue spinning by the dim light of the fire, striving to be able to eat fish tomorrow. Their speed has been accelerated a lot these days.

But when they were about to start spinning, they heard a shocking and familiar voice!

It was Red Fish, their former priest, who was whispering to them in the language of the former tribe.

"Don't spin so fast, stop, I won't spin today. Sleep."

Those people were about to ask something, but were stopped by Red Fish.Out of long-term trust, they obediently put down the spinning wheel in their hands and lay down on the couch covered with hay.

Red Fish stood up and put the stone in his mouth on the grass curtain of the door.If someone comes in, it will make a noise, even if it is quietly pulled open the straw curtain to come in.

The women were amazed, and Red Fish whispered: "Don't spin too much. If you spin more, the daily ration will also increase. It will take a few days before we can eat fish once. It doesn't mean that we can eat fish every day if we spin fast. For the fish."

They didn't quite understand what it meant, but after Red Fish explained it, these people suddenly understood.

"We spin so much every day. Even if we spin fast, we still only spin so much. We can go a little faster every three days and eat fish once."

"This man named Jian is very cunning, like a fox."

"Yeah, much more cunning than me. Or they are digging the ground in our village."

"But we won't dig the ground either."

"If we win, we will. But we can't win, because they have enough food and more time to devote themselves to learning how to fight, while we fight and hunt."

Several women sighed and said: "I miss my children, I haven't seen them for a long time. I don't know how they are? In fact, it's a bit tiring here, but at least there is food every day. But...but every day is the same, just like the sun The same, always rising and setting. Even when the sun is still covered by dark clouds, and when the rainbow is slanting, we are like the sun at noon every day, always the same."

The women who had children burst into tears. They hadn't seen their children for two months and just knew they were alive.

But living like this, these children will not be the same as themselves in the future?Every day is repeated, and the work to be done every day is increasing.

Red Fish pushed them a little irritably and said, "Don't cry, at least they are still alive."

"Red Fish, what can you do?"

"No. We can't run away. Go to sleep. There's only so much I can do. Let's do a little less. From now on, listen to me. I'll let you spin as much as you want, and take your time if you're not allowed to spin too much."

Those people sighed and looked at the closed windows, but couldn't fall asleep.

The windows can be pushed open, but no one dares.

They hope that one day, they can open the window if they want to; push the door if they want to open it... just that is enough.

They don't know it's called freedom, but they start to envy the birds outside the window.

Chapter 31 Dawn of the Bronze Age

Birds are free because they have wings, and tigers are free because they have claws.The so-called freedom is nothing but a delicate balance between the cost of resistance and suppression, which is always relative.

After Chen Jian knew that those slaves deliberately damaged tools, he felt a little relieved. At least they knew how to resist, although the method was wrong.At least it is not the kind of ethnic group that has a caste system in an industrial society and would rather commit tens of thousands of suicides every year than think about rebelling.

Without him, maybe one day when bronze is successfully smelted, cattle and horses are domesticated, production tools are advanced, and intensive farming is no longer needed, the ruler can look at those slaves kneeling on the ground with mercy and tell them that you can have your own in the future. The land, as long as the tax is paid every year, welcomes the tears of thanksgiving like a saint.

Or maybe one day, these slaves will stand up and cut wood into soldiers and throw stones into arrowheads. Even if their blood flows into rivers, they can change from slaves to slave farmers within a few decades and win their status as human beings, because the cost of suppression has increased. The ruling class will choose a more relaxed policy to ease the contradictions.

The latter is liberation, while the former is salvation.Liberation depends on one's own hands, while salvation depends on the conscience of others.

For a long time to come, not everyone who sits on a chair has a conscience, but everyone who kneels has hands.

But he felt that he might be able to use another method and try to make the transition, but how should he go this way?

The biggest difference between him and other traversers is that he does not only live this life, but what he relies on is the hard work, unyielding, resistance, and bravery of the entire ethnic group.Rely on tens of thousands of people of the same race who speak the same language and have the same culture to occupy every inch of land suitable for farming, instead of pinning their hopes on a prosperous Mingjun in the future.

Even if one person is against the sky, how big a wave can create a group of non-violent and non-cooperative nations?

Chen Jian stared at the few children who were spitting into the fish pond in the distance, and felt that it might be possible to cause such a small wave, or even smaller, and there was absolutely no possibility of turning the sun and the moon upside down—whether it was land rent defeating the nobles , or capital smashes the crown, it will all require bloodshed and resistance.

While he was thinking about it, Yu Qian'er ran over and shouted, "Brother, what are you doing standing here? The tribe is waiting to dig, and it will snow in a few days."

Chen Jian shook his head, chased away those ridiculous thoughts of seeking eternal life in his mind, and asked, "Didn't I ask you to calculate how much each person needs to dig? Have you done the calculation?"

"The calculation is over. We divided a total of 150 steps, including the two tribes that were rescued, a total of [-] steps. Those two tribes are light and strong, and we still have captured slaves, plan them out to leave and burn kilns Yes, each man takes one step at a time. Now the clansmen are helping other clans to build houses, and they take care of the food. Let the civet cats do the work of building the kiln. They build the kiln all day long, and no one else knows. Every kang He Yandao will collect [-] catties of fish from them, and return them slowly later.”

Chen Jian smiled and said, "You've done a good job, our tribe hasn't had to fish for several months."

"That's right! The civet cat was just saying that he can build a kang with three people in half a day, and a day is a hundred catties of fish."

After finishing speaking, he whispered mysteriously: "I also saw him asking other tribes for sheep horns, and they belonged to him. He wanted to grind them into combs for Sister Lancao. I think the child in Sister Lancao's stomach must be his. .”

"Then don't tell Sister Lancao about combs."

"I'm not going to tell you, she must be very happy to see the comb."

"Well. By the way, you are redistributing. I will take a few people out for a few days. I can't dig it anymore. Let the tribe help us dig it out."

"Then you take a few more people with you, what if you encounter those scalping tribes? Twenty?"

"No, ten will do, we won't go that far."

"Oh."