If Gongliang adds the word "ancestral land" in front of Yanbu, people may be moved by it. Some may even warmly invite him home as a guest, because he comes from the ancestral land.
Give some things as supplies for walking on the road.
But he didn't say.
The old man is not the shaman or leader of the tribe, and he knows some things that go back a long time.
After all, the Yan tribe people who came out of their ancestral land soon changed their tribe's name to Da Yan after arriving in the wilderness, and some past events were buried in the pile of old papers.
Perhaps, occasionally someone will talk about the past and the present, and in order to show their experience, they will share it. But when nothing happens, it is more likely not to be mentioned, so of course the old man will have no way of knowing.
Gongliang didn't say anything to the old man's words, he just smiled, presented another Tianxiang fruit, and said: "Old man, isn't your place a Guifang tribe? Why did it become a Guifang country?"
"Little guy, you must be from a remote tribe! You don't even know about this?"
The old man bit the Tianxiang Fruit and said, "Our Guifang Kingdom Lord is a very talented person. He once went to the Dongtu Human Tribe to study, and he even married a girl from the Dayu Kingdom over there."
At this point, the old man whispered: "You don't know that the girl from the Dayu Kingdom has tender skin and tender flesh. She is no worse than the girl from the Qingmulang tribe."
After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to feel that it was a bit disrespectful to say such things to the little guy Gongliang, so he quickly changed the subject and said: "Our king not only married that Dongtu girl, but also brought back many things from Dongtu. Look.
Look at the fields in front. They are all planted with rice seeds brought back by the king from the east. After the rice is mature and peeled, the content inside is called rice. It tastes sweet and delicious, and it is much better than animal meat.
It's of no use; there is also a kind of wheat that can be ground into powder and made into noodles. It tastes smooth and delicious, but it's a pity that it's not very hungry."
"Little guy, after entering the city, you can go to the inn on the left to taste the noodles. It is guaranteed to be delicious that your remote tribes have never tasted. If you like it, you can buy some and cook it yourself. You can also stay here at night
In that inn, just say that I introduced you, and the innkeeper will give me face and let you eat and live for free for one day. But you have to pay the next day, whether it is your tribe's specialty or anything else, the inn will accept it."
Having been in Dahuang for such a long time, he suddenly heard familiar terms such as noodles, wheat, rice, and inns from his previous life. Gongliang couldn't wait to go and see what the city was like.
He hurriedly said goodbye to the old man and asked politely: "I don't know what I call you, old man."
Didn't the old man say that the inn would give him room and board for the day? How would anyone know if he didn't have a name?
Huai Ren seemed to know what he was thinking, and did not reveal it. He said: "Our country's leader said that our country, Guifang, has the god Sophora japonica as its ancestral god. Naturally, we take Huai as our surname. The old man will be called Huai Ren. Remember to report it when you go to the inn.
my name."
Looking at the sky, it was already late, so Gongliang said goodbye to the old man. Seeing that Huairen was staying here and still had no intention of leaving, he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Old man, aren't you going back yet?"
"I'll come back later. I haven't been exposed to the sun for a while, and there are a lot of bedbugs all over my body. I have to get rid of these bugs, otherwise they will be jumping around on my body all day long. I'm getting old, and I can't stand it."
When Gong Liang heard what the old man said, he looked horrified. At this time, he saw some tiny fleas jumping on the stone where the old man was sitting. He quickly took Yuan Gun and Chicken back a few steps to avoid being jumped by fleas.
Go on your body.
Seeing his behavior, Huai Ren shouted angrily: "What's there to be afraid of? They're just bugs. Who doesn't have a few bugs on their body?"
Who doesn’t have a few bugs on his body?
Gongliang felt bad all over and didn't dare to tell the difference. He left quickly, turned around and ran away, fearing that the fleas would jump on them.
Huai Ren looked at his flying back and angrily laughed and cursed: "This little bastard."
After Gongliang ran for a while, he stopped. This old man was really scary. He was actually covered in fleas. In fact, he was not very scared himself. He was most afraid of those fleas jumping on the round body. It was covered with hair, and fleas liked it most.
This hairy animal makes nests on its body.
By then, if fleas are allowed to develop, it will become a big trouble.
Dad, there are so many bugs on that person. Migu flapped his wings and said beside Gongliang.
"You have to remember, if you see people like this with a lot of bugs on their bodies, remember to run away, you know?" Gongliang said.
Uh-huh, Migu nodded obediently, but she is not afraid of those bugs!
After walking into the city gate, in order to prevent the rice from flying around, Gongliang asked her to ride on his neck. It was the first time for the little guy to ride on it. He twisted his butt excitedly and his tail kept wagging. Gongliang felt
From time to time, the wind was blown into her ears by her nine-colored tail, and she quickly said: "Mi Gu, don't let your tail move around."
Mi Gu looked at his tail and said with an innocent face, "Daddy, it wants to move on its own, I can't control it."
Gongliang said fiercely: "Since you are disobedient, then have your tail cut off."
When Mi Gu heard this, he quickly put his tail away and did not dare to wag it any more.
After a while, she returned to her old ways.
This time, he did not fan the wind into his ears, but swayed it back and forth on his back. Waves of cool breeze swept back and forth on his back. It was nothing for a while, but after a long time, it made people feel chilly. Gongliang glanced at Mi Gu, and only
Seeing that the little one was looking around happily, it was hard to spoil her mood, so she had to give up.
Very helpless, sometimes, he has absolutely nothing to do with this little guy.
After walking through the city gate, a road paved with huge stones appeared in front of you.
On both sides of the road, stone houses stood neatly.
In front of every house, there is a sophora tree planted in front of each house.
The sacred locust tree is tall and has thick leaves, covering the road so tightly that no sunlight can be seen. Walking past, a cool breeze hits your face, making people feel gloomy. However, there are still some of the largest sacred locust trees in the city.
That one in the distance. That sacred locust tree has a canopy of canopies, its height is immeasurable, its body is immeasurably huge, and it’s unknown how long it has been growing, but it can grow to be like this.
On the left side of the city gate, there was a tall house with the word "inn" written on it. It should be the inn Huairen mentioned. Gongliang walked over with rice, rice, and a round chicken.
The space inside the inn is spacious, and several people sit on tables and chairs to eat.
It's just that the service is very poor, no one came to greet me when I walked in.
Gong Liang found a table and sat down, and then a big man slowly came over and asked: "Little guy, what do you want to eat?"
Gongliang didn't know whether what Huairen said was true or not, so he tried to say to the big man: "Hello, I was introduced by the old man Huairen."
When the big man heard this, he didn't ask any more questions and said, "Then I'll get you a bowl of noodles."
"Sorry, I want four bowls." Gong Liang gestured with his four fingers.
"Um."
At this time, a man in the store who had finished eating stood up and threw a few things on the counter without saying anything. Gongliang's eyes suddenly widened. They were clearly several pieces of gold as thick as his thumb. The big man saw his expression.
, laughed, walked over, picked up the gold, threw a piece to him, "I'll give you one."
Gongliang looked at it carefully and bit it again. It was a little soft and felt like gold, but he was not sure, so he asked, "Is this gold?"
"Of course it's gold."
"Then how can he pay the bill with gold?" Gongliang asked puzzledly.
"What's the use of this gold? There is Jinshan Mountain next to our Guifang Kingdom. You can dig it up wherever you want. If the country's leader hadn't ordered the people of the country to use gold for trade, I wouldn't even want it. It's better to get a few kilograms of animal meat." The big man was dissatisfied.
said
Gongliang thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.
The hundreds of tribes in the Great Wilderness are still in a very primitive social state, mainly based on barter. Gold may be useful in places where coins are the main currency, but in a wild place like the Great Wilderness, it is really not as good as wild beasts.
The meat is real.
Gongliang touched his chin, feeling that there seemed to be something he could do about it.
Thinking about what the big man said, their tribe was next to Jinshan Mountain, and he suddenly asked with excitement: "Can I go dig for gold?"
The big man shook his head, "No, the king has said that except for us Guifang people, no one from the outside tribes can dig gold."
After saying that, he whispered quietly: "However, if you want to dig, there is nothing you can do."
Gong Liang looked at his expression and thought to himself: This guy can't be the son of the old man just now!