MTL - Be a Leader In a Primitive Tribe-Chapter 35

After receiving the rice and looking at the bamboo house, Sang Yu took the mandala flowers brought back from the market to find incense.

Xiang is grinding something unknown.

Although Xiang was wearing a leopard skirt, she was sitting there quietly at this moment, doing her own thing seriously, with a strand of hair falling down on her cheek, looking different from others.

Xiang raised her head when she heard footsteps, and seeing it was Sang Yu, she put down her things and called out to the leader.

Sang Yu handed over the mandala flower in her hand, and the woman in front of her was stunned when she saw the flower.

"Why, do you know this thing?"

"I've seen it, it's something that can make people sleep."

Sang Yu was quite relieved that Xiang could have such insight. As the tribe's witch doctor, more knowledge also makes the tribe more secure.

"I want to grind it into a powder paste and apply it to sharp tools such as bone knives. It will be of great help to us if there is a conflict with people."

Xiang nodded in understanding.

Seeing Sang Yu staring at the rabbit cage at her feet, her eyes were full of tenderness.

"Yu made me a cage before going to the market, and caught a few rabbits for me. If there are any unfamiliar plants, I'll feed the rabbits first and try again."

Sang Yu just mentioned the method of testing the medicine before, and she didn’t care about it later. The fact that the fragrance can be implemented made her feel that it was both reasonable and unexpected. She couldn’t help feeling that the ancients just had no experience and could not inspire Rather than being really stupid.

"Yu is a practical guy, you have a good niece and daughter."

Being praised for sister's child is far more joyful than being praised for herself.

Sang Yu saw that she was about to leave after explaining the matter, Xiang stopped her, brought her a bouquet of plants and said, "This can clear your mind and make you feel more comfortable."

Sangyu looked down, and the incense tore one of the leaves, and the fresh and tangy fragrance rushed to her face.

As soon as the tip of her nose encountered a familiar smell, Sang Yu couldn't help taking a few big breaths greedily.

"I tried this, it's not poisonous."

Of course Sangyu knew it was not poisonous, it was a mint leaf.

But he still praised her a few words, and happily took the mint leaves and left.

She hasn't had tea for a long time, and now she wants to make a cup of mint tea.

Just do what you say, go back quickly and take the small clay pot to the kitchen to fetch hot water.

The water on the mountain is only connected to the bathhouse, sink and kitchen, and the rest of the houses are collected by themselves.

There is a small water tank in Sangyu's house, which is filled to the brim every day, so she doesn't have to worry about it at all.

Ever since the order was issued to prevent everyone from drinking raw water, Yuan has boiled a large pot of water in the kitchen, and kept firewood running every day, so that he can drink hot boiling water at any time.

Moreover, Sangyu's lighter should not be used now if it is absolutely necessary, otherwise it will be useless when the gas inside is exhausted.

So the stove for boiling water in the kitchen can be regarded as the kindling of the tribe.

Deaf goes to collect firewood every day, and in the tribe, only the kitchen and the fire outside need to be lit, and Sangyu's house is not used much.

Now a tall pile of firewood has been piled up behind the kitchen.

These firewood are not only used for cooking, Daxue and the others come here to carry it when making pottery, which saves a lot of trouble.

In the kitchen, Yuan was straining salt, Ci followed along to help, the children were playing outside the house, and the two younger ones stood around watching the adults doing things.

Among them was a child with a big head and a dry body, Sanmi, the youngest brother of Rice.

The three children of Mi's family just arrived in the tribe yesterday, and they are not familiar with other children. Rice was arranged to plant the fields with Zhi. Ermi was a little more courageous, and began to join the team of other children, playing with pebbles near the tribe.

Only Sanmi was too thin and weak, and timid, and would hide from people whenever he saw them, so Ci kept him and another child called Zhenzhen by his side at all times.

When Sang Yu went in, one of the adults boiled salt and the other filtered it, while the two kids squatted beside them and stared intently.

The child Sanmi was very timid, and when he heard a stranger coming in, he would hide behind Ci, but when he saw it was Sang Yu, he stopped again, leaning against Ci, timidly, with his eyes flickering.

Sang Yu put down the pot and waved at him.

Curved eyebrows, a gentle smile on his lips.

The little guy hesitated for a while, and then ran over with two short legs. It's just that when he was approaching, he abruptly stopped his steps.

Sang Yu embraced him, hugged him into her arms, touched his shaved head, and felt the protruding bones of his thin body.

I couldn't help but feel a little sour in my heart.

Rubbed his little face and said, "Is it fun here?"

She has been here for so long, and she can also speak some of the primitive people's dialect.

Sanmi nodded, rubbing the little animal skin on her body with her dry little hands.

Sang Yu pointed to the clay pot in her hand, "I'm going back to make mint tea, do you want to come with me?"

Sanmi turned to look at Ci, Ci rushed to him and said, "Go, I'll look for you later."

Sang Yu frowned: "I'll send him over in a while."

The two, one tall and one short, left the kitchen and walked towards Sang Yu's thatched shed.

After returning, Sang Yu was busy pouring the shoveled fire into the stove and started to make tea.

"Mom, when will you be back?"

With his back turned to him, Sang Yu paused for a moment before turning around.

Looking at the ignorant eyes in front of her, she suddenly felt her throat was blocked and unable to speak.

"What did Rice tell you?"

Sanmi lowered her head, and finally said sadly: "She...buried my mother, saying that my mother will sleep in the soil for a long, long time."

Sang Yu bit her lip and nodded, "Well, I'll sleep for a long time."

"What about you, mother?"

Sang Yu was stunned, she didn't know how to answer, but facing this little child, she suddenly felt a little sad.

She herself is only twenty-five years old, she has not yet reached her thirties, her mother died not long ago, she is not very independent, and she was unable to let go of her parents' departure for a while.

Strictly speaking, I haven't let go until now.

If my mother was here, I might not be as strong as I am now, with nowhere to talk.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help being a little dazed.

"Your mother, are you asleep?" Sanmi's thin face made her eyes shine brightly.

Seeing that Sang Yu didn't answer, the kid seemed to have guessed something.

"Aunt is sleeping, she wants to sing...I will sing...your mother..."

Sang Yu could understand what he was talking about in the confusing sentence, but shook his head with some hot eyes.

Sang Yu knew that primitive people could sing. But before, they were shouting and singing around the fire, and they couldn't hear the tune.

Although surprised that such a young child can sing, she still refused.

"My mother is not here."

"Sing, listen...listen..."

Sanmi's little brows were frowned together, with some stubbornness.

"Sleep, I want to sing..."

"Then you sing."

Hearing this, Sanmi blinked his eyes lightly, but his face didn't change much. He stood up straight, full of ancient ritual, faced Sang Yu, looked her in the eyes, opened his mouth and began to sing.

There are no lyrics, only immature tones, some ethereal and some remote.

The sobbing childish voice was childish and melodious, but somehow filled with endless sadness, it came out from the small bamboo shed, swept over the thatched roof, and surrounded the houses in Xindi.

What Sang Yu didn't expect was that as San Mi's voice spread out, women's singing came from the kitchen immediately.

Same tone, same pathos.

The sound of circle, the sound of kindness...

The sound of finches on the farm...

Riverside pottery site Taisetsu Three Sisters and Red Voices...

Woo...

The voices of the men by the wall entangled with everyone's voices, roaring in grief, and instantly shattered the line of defense in Sang Yu's heart.

This is the ballad of primitive people when they send off their loved ones.

For a moment, she couldn't help herself, and she burst into tears.

She put down the work in her hands, sat on the edge of the bamboo bed, lay on her back, opened her eyes wide, and let the sobbing singing fill all the space around her.

In the jungle, a small figure was running wildly, and she heard the distant singing of the tribe, so sad and heart-wrenching.

She wanted to go back to the tribe as soon as possible, there were people she worried about. She ignored the obstruction of a huge black bear in front of her, and let her sharp claws draw two deep scars on her arms.

Desperate to break free, towards the direction of the tribe, towards the direction of the small bamboo shed.

until exhaustion.

Until he saw the woman lying on the bamboo bed safe and sound, he finally felt relieved, and ran towards the medical hut where Xiang was, with arms folded.

…

After the release of emotions, it brings about the rebirth of strength and courage.

At this moment, Sang Yu's mind became extremely clear.

Some things, always have to be done.

Any choice will bring new consequences and challenges.

There is no eternal ease.

Initiating a charge is the best defense.

…

After calming down, Sang Yu sent Sanmi back to the kitchen, and then went to the handicraft team non-stop to find Yan and Jiao.

She has a new task to assign to them, which is to study the design of bows and arrows.

Things have come to this point, some work must be done ahead.

Whether it is short-term needs or the long-term planning of the tribe in the future, weapons, especially the production of bows and crossbows, are inseparable.

At the market, she found that there were already other people who could make very simple bows and arrows, which made him feel particularly insecure.

If they don't pay attention to this matter, they will fall behind and be beaten.

So from the vigorous production activities, the matter of workpiece production was quickly put on the agenda.

Yan and Jiao don't know what bows and arrows are. But the leader made a simple bow and showed them the whole process of making and how to use the bow and arrow.

Sang Yu first found a small tree and asked the two to cut it down, clean off the miscellaneous branches and leaves on it, and cut it to the length of half a person.

Then the cut trunk is slightly warmed on the fire, and a little bit of force is used to bend the branches to form a bow.

Make two dents on both ends of the trunk, find thin and tough rattan, bend the bow, and tie the two ends tightly with the rattan.

The leader said, this is the bow.

Yan and Jiao looked at the bow, which had no attack power at all, and they didn't know what the leader was going to use it for.

The leader found another piece of thin straight wood, cut each one to about the length of an arm, cut one end very sharply, and made a groove at the other end, so that it can be easily placed on the rattan of the bow. No, the leader said it was a bowstring.

Soon a simple bow was ready.

Sang Yu took the bow and arrow and led the two of them to the foot of a papaya tree. After a certain distance, he raised the bow and arrow, put the arrow on the string, aimed at the target and shot directly. The whole action was done in one go.

Unfortunately, the first arrow was not shot well.

Sang Yu asked Jiao to pick up the arrow and shoot it again. On the third time, the arrow hit a big papaya on the tree, and the papaya fell in response.

Jiao hurried forward to check and found two big papayas falling on the ground. The arrow shot by the leader just now went straight through the two papayas and nailed them to the ground.

Jiao couldn't help being a little terrified, he knew that his flesh was not particularly tough compared to this raw papaya, if the arrow was shot just now, it would probably pass through the whole body, and he wouldn't be able to survive.

Yan, who ran up to check what happened, also realized this.

The two looked at Sang Yu with awe.

Sang Yu gave the bow and arrow to the two of them to try. But he can no longer stare at the papaya on the tree. If Yuan sees it, he will scold him.

So the two of them took turns practicing against the big tree next to the bamboo house.

At the beginning, the arrow was not accurate, but after quickly mastering the essentials, both of them hit the tree trunk respectively.

Yan's arrow was even nailed to the tree trunk, and the two of them put the arrow out and looked at the shallow hole in the tree trunk, already horrified.

"The next task for you is to build enough bows and arrows. For bows, each tribe must have at least one bow. The more arrows, the better."

Yan said excitedly: "Boss, this bow and arrow is really a good thing. If someone dares to fight with us, we will shoot them through before they get close."

"Yes, bows and arrows are the best tools for long-range tools. When the enemy comes, we can shoot them to the ground from a distance, reducing their number of attacking people by at least half. When these people approach, we can use bone knives Hand to hand combat."

When the two heard this, a battle scene seemed to appear in front of their eyes. Rows of enemies were hit by their bows and arrows from afar and fell to the ground.

"Leader, let's quickly make bows and arrows."

Sang Yu nodded, told them the principle of making bows and arrows, and said: "The one I just made is relatively rough, mainly for you to show. You can slowly explore and find the most suitable tree for making bows and arrows. The better the toughness, the different trees will produce different effects, so we need to make more comparisons to make the best bows and arrows."

The two nodded, and immediately started looking for wood.

According to Sang Yu's understanding, the material of the bowstring is generally the best material of rubber. Now in this era, the alternative material is raw cowhide.

Before the cattle are found, other ropes can only be used instead.

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While the team building business of Phoenix Tribe and others is booming, emotions are surging in Eagle Tribe.

After the market opened this time, the eagle tribe sent the leader Heiying's younger brother Ta, who also went for the salt.

It's just that I've been away for so long, almost a month has passed, but no one has come back.

The Eagle Tribe suffered from a severe salt shortage, and now the tribe’s population is increasing. They don’t mind that more than 200 slaves don’t eat salt, but the tribe’s aborigines all eat salt.

But it is impossible to satisfy the so-called upper class personnel such as the leader and some brothers-in-law.

Ta went to the market for so long and didn't come back, even the leader's meal was clear soup and water.

Finally, Heiying couldn't sit still anymore, so he called his eldest son Xin, and he went to the market to see what happened. The tower that had been let out for more than a month had not returned.

Xin led eight warriors and ten slaves of the tribe, and it took six days to arrive at the market. However, the set time for the exchange had already passed here, and everyone left cleanly, only some haystacks remained where they were. It proves that the exchange activities have been carried out here for more than a month.

Xin and the others searched the stalls in the market one by one, and they really found the stalls of the five Tanas.

The horizontally painted faces painted on the faces of the Eagle Tribe are painted with special plant raw materials. This raw material exudes a pungent smell. When Xin and others arrived at the market, they kept sniffing at the original stalls like dogs. Sniffing, finally let them find a place.

A Luola smelled the place where the five people had sat, and shouted, "Blood, there is a lot of blood here."

That's where the skinny monkey lay when it was whipped.

Xin thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "This is not Ta's blood, so many people come to exchange it. Only this place has blood, and it must be that humble slave who made Ta unhappy and was beaten."

"If the tower is attacked, it must be in chaos here. If there is no chaos here, nothing will happen here."

Xin turned his head and said again: "Ta came to exchange goods, and he must find a cave to sleep in the surrounding area. Let's find the place where they lived first, and maybe we can find something."

Xin and the others had vaguely guessed that something was wrong. Their Eagle Tribe is now a well-known medium-sized tribe in the vicinity, and there are still people playing wild on their heads. Thinking of this, they angrily vowed to find Ta and the others.

In life, you need to see people. In death, you need to see corpses.

More than a dozen people searched around the market for five days and four nights, and finally found the bodies of Ta and others in a remote cave.

The moment Xin and the others saw the corpse, they were so angry that they beat their chests.

"Only we kill others. No one has ever dared to resist us. Go back and report to the leader immediately. How dare someone fight against our Eagle Tribe!"