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After hearing Lao Tie's question, the young man thought for a while and then raised his head and said to him.

"I can't remember. There are many things I can't remember."

Lao Tie frowned and thought for a while, then asked again.

"Do you know where you are from?"

The young man shook his head.

"It seems that the aftermath of the meteor impact damaged my brain. Let's wait for a while to recover.

Maybe I'll remember it later. "

The old man comforted the young man and continued.

"Then from now on, you can use my surname as Liu and Liu Xiang, and then change it back when you remember your own surname.

Otherwise, it would be awkward to call you sweet and sweet all the time. "

"Liu Xiang..."

The young man murmured, then nodded in agreement.

Lao Tie asked Liu Xiang some more questions and found that he basically didn't remember anything about his life experience. He had no choice but to stop asking.

Then, he told Liu Xiang how he rescued Liu Xiang and some of the situations here.

Lao Tie's name is Liu Yongsheng, and he is the only blacksmith in the tribe.

Because most of the men in the tribe have the surname Liu, they all have a nickname among them, calling him Blacksmith.

Some people who know him well also call him Lao Tie.

That day, Liu Yongsheng followed the tribal leader to the mountains for hunting, and happened to encounter a meteor falling to the ground.

They were not far from the crash site and were the first to arrive on the scene.

It was also there that Liu Yongsheng rescued Liu Xiang.

According to his speculation, Liu Xiang appeared near the meteor crash site for unknown reasons and was affected, causing him to be injured and comatose.

However, this is just a guess, because Liu Xiang's brain was broken and no one knew the specific situation at that time.

As for where Liu Xiang is staying now, it is the Liushui Tribe.

Liu Yongsheng told him that the Liushui Tribe was still a large tribe hundreds of years ago.

Later, due to the melee between tribes, the strong men in the Liushui tribe fell one after another, so they gradually declined.

Today's Liushui Tribe is just a small tribe with a hundred or ten people.

It’s still that small tribe at the bottom.

And there is a reason why the surname Liu appears.

Their ancestor's original surname was Liushui. Because the tribe declined, they were afraid of being targeted by their enemies, so they changed their surname to Liu.

At that time, the tribe did not dare to call it the Liushui Tribe. It was only after the tribe gradually became stable in recent years that the leader changed the name of the tribe back to commemorate his ancestors.

When Liu Yongsheng told Liu Xiang this, the old woman had already brought the food.

She was carrying a flat wooden board with a stone soup basin placed on it, along with some stone bowls and wooden chopsticks.

When Liu Yongsheng saw the woman bringing food, he stood up excitedly and quickly took it and put it on the table.

As soon as he put it away, he stretched out his hand to pinch the meat slices in the soup basin, but the woman slapped his dirty paws away.

"Wash your hands, or don't eat."

Liu Yongsheng nodded and hurriedly washed his hands.

Seeing this, Liu Xiang also followed.

Liu Yongsheng dipped his hand in the water, shook it twice, and finally put it behind his butt and rubbed it while returning to the table.

Liu Xiang was behind him, and the water flew into his face. He subconsciously raised his right hand to block it.

When he walked away, it was Liu Xiang's turn to wash her hands. She found that the water was dirty and muddy.

Speechless.

He poured out the water in the basin, replaced it with a clean one, and washed his right hand.

After washing, he wanted to find a towel or something to wipe his hands with, but there was none.

I had no choice but to follow Liu Yongsheng's example, shake it twice and rub it on the back of my butt.

Back at the table, the old woman had already divided the food.

Each person has a stone bowl with some pieces of meat torn into pieces by hand and half a bowl of soup.

Liu Yongsheng had already started eating, and in a few seconds, he finished the bowl of broth.

Then, he took another bowl and continued to make it.

Liu Xiang looked at the woman next to her. The woman also sat down. Maybe she was used to Liu Yongsheng's unpromising eating appearance, so she didn't care.

Seeing Liu Xiang looking over, he said with a smile.

"Baby, eat it, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Liu Xiang nodded politely and took a sip of soup first.

‘It doesn’t taste good when it’s hot. ’

He complained in his mind and insisted on finishing the bowl of minced broth.

Although it doesn’t taste good, you can’t go hungry.

While eating, Liu Xiang told the woman the name Lao Tie had given him.

The woman also introduced herself. She said that the children in the tribe called her Grandma Dashan, and asked Liu Xiang to call her the same.

Grandma Dashan quickly grabbed half a bowl of broth and gave it to Liu Xiang while Liu Yongsheng was holding the soup basin.

Liu Xiang politely insisted on finishing the soup.

Grandma Dashan is very happy.

After the meal, Grandma Dashan went back with the dishes and chopsticks, while Liu Yongsheng went to bed to lie down and sleep.

Liu Xiang was left alone, and he came to the yard a little bored.

The yard was in a mess, with firewood, ore, ashes, thatch, etc. lying all over the yard.

Although Liu Xiang didn't have any mysophobia, he was still upset after seeing it.

He looked up at the still scorching sun in the sky, felt the dry air again, sighed and shook his head, and began to pack up.

After all, he was rescued by Liu Yongsheng, and he couldn't remember his life experience. He would definitely have to live in this place in a short time.

Therefore, it is better to tidy up so as not to be upset.

While tidying up, he was thinking about something.

First of all, he had no memory of his origins at all. The only thing that could prove his identity was the piece of iron that was hung around his neck while eating.

And then there's this outfit.

The patched clothes were still the same as before.

After Grandma Dashan cleaned him, she mended his clothes.

The original fabric of this dress is very fine, while the patch is made of very rough linen. At first glance, it seems that the fabric is made of two completely different weaving techniques.

Liu Xiang guessed.

‘Am I one of those big tribes that Liu Yongsheng described? ’

After thinking about things, the yard gradually became more orderly.

Liu Yongsheng slept until mid-afternoon, probably because he was hungry, so he scratched his stomach and went out.

When passing by the yard, he even praised Liu Xiang.

"Well, I didn't bring you back in vain..."

Liu Xiang didn't pay attention and continued to clean up the yard.

After cleaning up, he wanted to wash his face, but the water in the water tank was bottomed out.

There was no other way, so he carried the wooden bucket next to him and prepared to get some water back.

As a result, I carried a heavy wooden bucket and walked around the tribe but could not find a well for water.

Not only that, he was followed by a group of naked wild children.

Liu Xiang is now fourteen or fifteen years old. Although he is about 1.7 meters tall, the greenness on his face shows that he is still a child.

He is not very strong, his arms are very slender, and you can tell from a glance that he has never done any menial work.

However, for some unknown reason, his physical strength was very good, and half a day's work did not bring him much fatigue.

Maybe it's because of youth.