Prehistoric Woman Age

"The middle reaches of the small bamboo drainage, walking on both sides of the towering green mountains..."

The towering Cangshan Mountains, the clear waters, and the trees on both sides of the bank covered with withered and yellow winter clothes ran quickly behind them. In the slowly flowing river, rows of bamboo rafts sailed along the river to the distance. The melodious and melodious singing reverberated on the empty river...

"No, no! Ann, you're not singing right!" Dal, who huddled in An'er's arms and automatically acted as a small heater, suddenly interrupted An'er's whim, humming an ancient song .

An'er rarely had the interest to sing a song, but before she could enjoy it, she was disturbed by this little brat who didn't know how to appreciate it, she pretended to be angry and said, "What's wrong? Isn't the bamboo raft under us swimming in the water?"

This row of bamboo rafts is exactly what the Atayal tribe went to the market. Abu led the warriors of the tribe to chop bamboo and build rafts. After a whole day and night of busyness, they tied the dozen or so bamboo rafts. The bamboo rafts are all old bamboos in the mountains, and are made of tough rattan and hemp ropes, which are thinly climbed. Bamboo is very thick, the space inside the bamboo is large, and the buoyancy is amazing. On each bamboo raft, there were two warriors who took turns to support the raft, plus several hundred kilograms of prey, the bamboo pipe was only about the same as the water.

An'er, Abu, Da'er, and Ming, who took the herbs he had dried and went to the market to exchange, the four supported a bamboo raft. Because there are many people on the raft, the prey on it is only half of that of other bamboo rafts. Knowing that she would spend a lot of time on the bamboo raft, An'er made the bamboo raft as comfortable as possible.

A small couch made of fine bamboo, covered with soft animal skins, and a large linen pillow stuffed with reed flowers. At the beginning, An'er and Da'er felt very new to be on the bamboo raft. They ran from one end of the raft to the other, excitedly wanting to grab a bamboo pole with Abu, saying that it was to experience the fun of holding a pole.

Yes. The weather in the early winter was cold, and they kept driving on the water again. The mothers and daughters, who had lost their freshness, sat on the small couch, wrapped in animal skins and leaned against the pillows. Looking at the rapidly receding trees on both sides of the strait, An'er put her arms around the little guy, and on a whim, sang an antique song that only knew the first few lines.

The primitive people of the Atayal tribe hummed simple tunes during the celebrations. Have you ever heard such a melodious tune? They are all like this lark. The crisp and melodious singing attracted me. Unexpectedly, there is a discordant voice, really picky on the songs like the sound of nature.

"An! You sang 'the towering green mountain' is wrong! Now the leaves on the mountain are turning yellow and falling. The color of the mountain is yellow, not green, only in spring and summer, the mountain is What about the green ones!" Little things are young, how can they hear good or bad? Just very opinionated on the lyrics!

An'er's forehead hangs with a few black lines. Looking towards a high mountain not far away, sure enough...it wasn't green. Ahem... However, she didn't want to admit that she sang wrong, so she bit her head and quibble: "Stupid! The scenery in winter is so depressing, what's there to sing? I am spreading the wings of my imagination, thinking of boating on the river in summer. The beautiful mood of the ... little brat. What do you know!"

"Wings? Ann, do you have wings?" An'er was right, Darling's little friend didn't know what she was talking about. He only grabbed one of the words, his face was bright, and he looked behind her.

An'er patted the little guy's little hand trying to reach her back, crying and laughing: "I'm using an analogy to compare the imagination of our minds. It's like a bird with wings, you can do whatever you want. Where are you flying!"

"Oh..." Daer looked ignorant and cute. An'er couldn't help but stretch out her hand and ravage his fleshy little face.

An'er sighed at her hands that were as cold as ice cubes, and stomped her numb feet. Because of sitting still for a long time, his hands and feet are still cold even though he is wrapped in thick animal skins and carries the "small stove" Da'er in his arms.

"It would be great if I had a charcoal basin, not only can I roast the fire, catch the fish, but also roast the fish!" Little girl with matches, desperate for a stove to appear.

Abu put the bamboo penny in his brother Ming's hand, squatted on the bamboo raft, took off An'er's animal leather boots, and then put the fair and small, cold as jade feet , put it into his arms, and asked with concern, "Why is it so cold? An, are you cold?"

"Ah!" An'er's nose was itchy, and she sneezed loudly, attracting two men, one small and three men from Bamboo Raft, to look over nervously. She rubbed her nose, shook her head and smiled and said, "I'm fine... The raft is facing the wind, surrounded by water, it's quite cold! If only a fire could be built on the raft..."

An'er feels that she is too whimsical. Everything on the raft is either made of bamboo or wood. If you want to make a fire on it, isn't it courting death?

"Wait! What did you just say? A charcoal pot, right?" Abu took out a stone pot from a pile of debris in the middle of the raft, which is usually used for cooking soup at their home. I don't know why Yes, Abu brought the hulking guy.

Don't underestimate the wisdom of primitive people! Abu took out a piece of charcoal from a large basket, broke it into small pieces, put it into the stone pot, struck it with flint, and ignited it. Look! Isn't this the charcoal basin?"

Although Abu held the position of the patriarch, he was a teenager after all, and from time to time he showed some teenagers' temperament. At this time, his face full of praise and reward is exactly the same as the expression on Daer's little friend when he completes a task he thinks he is proud of. As expected, he is a father and son!

An'er's "Bahha" sweetened his face, and did not hesitate to praise himself: "Our Abu is really capable, he is a considerate and good man!"

Abu, who received the compliment, with excitement and embarrassment in his expression, turned his head to look at the slowly flowing river, and said as if to cover up: "I...I'll help you catch fish! "

Grinded teeth. Then he looked left and right, snatched the bamboo pole he was holding on from Ming's hands, tied the fish hook with a thin rattan, and cut thin strips of meat from the leftover prey in the morning as bait.

She threw the fish hook into the water, held the bamboo pole for a while, and felt that her hands were cold, so she put the bamboo pole into Abu's hand, and put her small hand on the brazier to bake it.

Ming looked at the empty hands, a little dumbfounded—how can I support a bamboo raft without a bamboo pole? Fortunately, the water flow is relatively stable, although the speed of the bamboo raft is a little slower, it has been moving forward slowly.

The bamboo raft supported by A-Sang quickly overtook An'er and the others. Seeing the fishing rod in the hands of Abu Patriarch, he laughed heartily: "Patriarch, don't forget to come over when you catch a fish, We Kong Kong also want to eat grilled fish!"

Two of Nana's three men came and supported a bamboo raft together. Ji and Nana's nine-year-old son Kong Kong, saw that Da'er was able to go to the market in front of him, and also pestered Baba and Asang Baba to follow. Later, Ah Sang licked his face and begged Abu for a long time before he was allowed to go with him.

This little brat, at first, was entangled to share a raft with Da’er. Four people were already crowded on the bamboo raft of the patriarch Yoshimi. The monkey can go against the sky and insist not to let him pass. He also threatened him: If you don't obey, I won't take you there! The monkey cub was quiet.

As soon as Asang Baba said there was grilled fish to eat, Kong Kong immediately shouted calmly: "Da'er, you can't eat it alone if there are good things! One of me... Asang Baba, please slow down, let's wait for the patriarch's bamboo raft!"

Seeing Kong Kong's greedy cat like a monkey, the clansmen who passed by roared with goodwill, and A Tu deliberately stepped in: "Kong Kong, Da'er said to be safe. I have a share of all the delicious food! Don't rob me!"

"Who robbed you? Baba, get me a hook too, I'll catch it myself, and let An'er bake it for me! Humph... Let's see who's robbing me!" Kong raised his small chin and said with a proud face, we are not licking our face to take advantage of Daer, we are self-reliant and self-sufficient.

"Shh—don't talk, it scare the fish away, no one can eat it!" Da'er's eyes stared straight at the part of the vine floating on the water, not willing to blink. , for fear of missing the moment when the fish took the bait.

"Ha! The hook is bitten, the hook is bitten! Pull out and pick up the rod!" Seeing a small leaf on the fine vine swaying in the water, the little guy jumped up excitedly and danced , with his foot turned, if An Er hadn't grabbed his back collar quickly, this guy would have plunged into the water.

A Sang laughed and embarrassed him: "I said Da'er, you are too impatient! It's such a cold day, you still want to jump into the river to catch fish!"

Dal turned his head and glared at him quickly, then turned his face away, looking at the fishing rod in his hand. Abu felt the slight movement of the fishing rod in his hand, and threw the rod suddenly, and a small fish the size of a slap came out of dehydration.

Dal's little friends clapped their hands and cheered: "I caught it! I caught it! Pulling is great, pulling is really good! Kong Kong, look! We have caught a fish!"

The fishing rod in Kong Kong's hand was simpler than what An'er did. He sat patiently beside the bamboo raft, but it looked like a nail had grown under his buttocks. He kept chanting: I'm hooked, why aren't I hooked?

Seeing that the hook in the hands of Abu Patriarch has harvested, he said a little sourly: "You are too embarrassed to show off such a small catfish? Just wait, I will definitely be able to catch better than you. several times."

An Er skillfully removed the scales and gills of the fish, dug out the internal organs, washed them in the river, marinated them with salt for a while, skewered them with bamboo chopsticks, and grilled them on a charcoal basin . After a while, the tender smell of fish floated out of her hands.

Little Da'er didn't hold on to the pull, squatted in front of the charcoal fire, drooling at the grilled fish...