On a hot day, a skinny-looking child was holding a wild fruit in his hand and chewing it as he walked. The ronin walking beside him was a little older. The ronin walked with a slight limp, but this was just because he had just gotten out of bed. I still can't get used to walking in bed.
Fu was the ronin kid who brought hay to Lin Xiao in exchange for meat. When Lie went over to exchange things, he learned that Fu's father was injured and lying on the bed.
At this time, he was obviously in good spirits. He gnawed on the wild fruit in his hand and looked at his father, who walked in a weird way. However, he was still very happy. After all, Lin Xiao was helping his father pray for witchcraft. Before, it hurt whenever I moved, but now I can walk.
"Abba, don't go hunting with your uncles anymore. In fact, there's nothing wrong with eating wild fruits and vegetables," little Fu said seriously, "and those three often exchanged meat with other ronin for things. We can exchange the stone tools you made with them, and we don't have to go hunting."
Ordinary people will be injured nine times out of ten when they go hunting. Only totem warriors can easily deal with those ferocious beasts. Moreover, if the totem warriors are attacked by ferocious beasts, they will be unable to fight with four hands. Now many ronin want to trade meat with Lin Xiao and the others.
Fu licked his chapped lips. In fact, the two fathers and sons had eaten meat two days ago. The ronin living near Lin Xiao had received spotted hyena meat from them, thinking of the taste of the meat.
The whole spotted hyena that Lei hunted was too big, so each household of the ronin living nearby got a considerable piece of meat, and the hyena's fur was made into clothes.
Fu thought of the meat and swallowed his saliva. He turned his head and looked at his father's weird walking posture. He immediately didn't want to eat meat.
Because Sen had been walking with a bamboo board between his legs for the past few days, he got used to the feeling that his knees couldn't bend, and he forgot his posture while walking. In fact, the broken part of his foot had recovered, and he didn't even feel anything at all.
"Wild fruits and vegetables can fill your stomach, but you need to eat meat to grow taller. It is impossible for Lin Xiao Wu Zhu to need so many stone tools," Sen thought for a while and said, "Okay, let's find Lin Xiao Wu Zhu first. That's the kind of grass I want."
Fu nodded and said, "Abba, follow me."
Sen nodded slightly and followed. Seeing his son's thin body, he sighed helplessly: Even Bahrain children without parents are stronger than his son.
During this period of time, he was resting in bed, relying on his son to exchange food with Lin Xiao Wu Zhu and the three ronin, and to collect some wild fruits to barely maintain the food source of the two father and son. Only then could he get over this difficult moment.
Sen's heart was filled with joy. He unexpectedly met a shaman among the ronin. Although Lin Xiao's way of praying to witches seemed a little different from other shamans, and the effect was not immediate, there was no need for him to be better now. Doubtful.
This Wu Zhu who lost his tribe will definitely look for his tribesmen, but if a tribe does not have tattoo stones... then it cannot have totem warriors. I wonder if the people of Linxiao Wu Zhu tribe have hidden the tattoo stones well?
Sen thought a lot. In the end, he shook his head helplessly. It was useless to think so much. He sighed silently. How difficult it was to rebuild the tribe after the tribe was destroyed. He knew that it was almost impossible. There were only a few Few tribes may succeed.
"Abba, we found it! This is the grass they were looking for!"
A surprised voice sounded in his ears, bringing Sen back to his senses. He immediately picked up his stone knife, squatted down and dug up the grass that Lin Xiao had specifically requested.
"Be careful, keep the roots attached!"
"Know it."
The two father and son carefully threw away the soil on the grass and dug out the entire grass root.
In fact, what Lin Xiao wants is the kind of grass that Bahrain Wu Zhu provided to him before that can temporarily paralyze people. The juice of this grass contains an ingredient that can paralyze people in a short period of time. Lin Xiao is worried about the time after leaving. I couldn't find this plant, so I planned to take some with me and plant them in bamboo tubes.
He, Lei and Lie have been preparing for this matter these days.
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Lei glanced at the shadow on the sundial and estimated that it was time to start cooking lunch. As soon as their lunch started to be cooked, the wanderers around could smell the smell and know that it was noon and time to cook, so they came out one after another to start working.
At this time, Lin Xiao put the rope on the last backpack and looked at the dozen or so backpacks under the straw shed with satisfaction. This should be enough for the women in the Balin tribe.
Just as he was thinking about it, he turned his head slightly and saw the neighbor's little boy holding a few lemon fruits in his hand and walking cautiously in front of him.
Lin Xiao was stunned for a moment. The little boy put the lemon fruit in his arms into his arms, whispered "Thank you A Xiao", turned around and ran away.
Lin Xiao shook his head helplessly, but he knew why.
The Bahraini children in the Bahraini tribe wear straw sandals made by Bahraini children, but the vagrants outside do not have those. These vagrants also imitate Lin Xiao's method to make shoes, but these straw sandals are not very good, after all, they don't have any samples.
One of the little boys had his feet bruised when he put on his shoes. Lin Xiao thought about it and asked Lie to teach the ronin nearby how to weave straw sandals so that they could also wear shoes.
He still remembers Lie, the stingy guy, with a reluctant look on his face.
Lin Xiao wanted to laugh when he thought of this.
In fact, these ronin who live closest to the Bahrain tribe all have some craftsmanship. Of course, they are mainly excellent stonemasons, followed by making animal skin clothes.
Even though they are not tribal people, their lives are relatively good.
Maybe the craftsmen will never starve to death.
If taking these people away would not attract attention, Lin Xiao really wanted to take away all these ronin, which would make the chicken thief Balin Wu Zhu look confused!
Of course, Lin Xiao was just thinking about it. After finishing the things in his hands, he suddenly smelled a faint sour smell in the air.
Balin Wu Zhu, who was wearing a straw hat, looked particularly happy. Balin Wu Zhu glanced at Lin Xiao's finished backpack, his eyes formed a crescent shape, "A Xiao, have you finished the backpack?"
Lin Xiao nodded: "It's done, I'll tell you in advance for the last time."
Balin Wu Zhu's eyelids twitched slightly. Although he had already had a premonition, when he actually heard it, he still felt a little uncomfortable. A Xiao was someone who could talk to Ping Ping.
He guessed that Lin Xiao must have heard that the Bahrain tribe allowed ronin to participate in the blood and fire ceremony and wanted to come here to find the opportunity to become a totem warrior. Now that Lin Xiao has failed, it is understandable that Lin Xiao wants to leave.
He was not sure at first, but a few days ago, Lin Xiao asked a nearby ronin how to make straw sandals, and he knew that Lin Xiao was leaving, "A Xiao, are you leaving?"
Lin Xiao acknowledged and nodded.
"Axiao, don't be blinded by hatred. It's difficult to rebuild a tribe," Bahrain Wu Zhu's voice trembled. "Actually, I want to persuade you to stay, but I know that I can't give you what you want. I dare not let you You join the Bahrain tribe.
"Because I dare not leave the future of the Bahrain tribe in your hands. This tribe cannot participate in the war. I hope everyone in the tribe can live."
Balin Wu Zhu sighed, and then said: "Axiao, if one day you are tired and give up the idea of rebuilding the tribe for revenge and want to be a tribesman, you can come back to me."
Lin Xiao looked at Balin Wu Zhu, and for the first time he heard Balin Wu Zhu's true heartfelt voice. Although the middle-aged uncle had a huge misunderstanding of him, he could hear Balin Wu Zhu say this, and his eyes felt a little hot.
"Thank you, Wu Zhu."
These words came from Lin Xiao's heart, sincerely.
When Yanhuang becomes a truly powerful tribe, they will meet again!