Looking at the animal skin wind curtain, Gongliang expressed his satisfaction with his workmanship.
Thinking that there was no way to Uncle Dashu's house next door, he walked over.
The weather was slightly cold, and Xiao Shi's mother was sitting in front of the stove, sewing animal skins with a thick bone needle.
Gongliang came inside and saw that the ground of her house was also covered with a thin layer of white snow, so he asked: "Emma, the wind is so strong, it must be cold inside!"
"A little bit. You are in the limelight over there, so it should be colder, so you have to be careful." Xiaoshi Amu said with concern.
"I just got a piece of animal skin to block the outside. It's not cold anymore in the house, it's very warm."
Xiaoshi's mother heard something new, so she walked over to take a look, and even went to his house to sit for a while. It was really warm, and she couldn't help but praise: "You are such a smart kid, unlike my Xiaoshi, who is so stupid."
"Of course." Gongliang accepted Xiaoshi's Amu's compliment without humility, and then said: "Amu, why don't I do it for your house too. It will be warmer and prevent Xiaoshi from freezing at night."
Without even thinking about it, Xiaoshi Amu nodded and said, "Okay, you go chop the wood, and I'll find an old piece of leather to nail it with."
It didn't take much effort to make a door frame. After nailing the animal skins on, the room suddenly felt much warmer. After looking at it, Xiao Shi's mother was very satisfied with Gongliang's craftsmanship and praised him profusely.
After Gongliang left, she continued to sew animal skins at home. The weather was cold, so she had to make a dress with Dashi, Xiaoshi, Xiaoxiaoshi and the others. While sewing, she looked at the animal skin door curtain that kept out the wind and snow, and felt that A Liang was a child.
That's great. She felt that she should tell people about this matter, otherwise they wouldn't know about A Liang's good fortune.
So she put down her sewing needle and walked next door.
In less than half a day, everyone in the tribe knew that Gongliang had nailed leather on the door frame to keep out the wind and snow.
Some people even went to the door of his house to take a look, and if they thought it looked good, they asked him to help them make door frames and nail animal skins.
People from the same tribe could not see each other without looking up, so Gongliang could not refuse easily, so he agreed.
Unexpectedly, if there was one person, there would be two, and if there were two, there would be three. In the end, there was a queue of people asking him to help. Gongliang wished he could punch himself. Originally, he just wanted to help Uncle Dashi’s house get a curtain to keep out the wind and snow.
Unexpectedly, I found an errand for myself. I wouldn't have done it if I had known about it.
But since you promised someone, you can't break your promise and get fat.
Fortunately, it is not difficult to make a door frame, but it takes a lot of time to split thick wood pieces. One or two people are fine, but if a group of people have to do it, splitting will be a bit tiring.
Fortunately, some of the men in the family did not go out hunting, so they came over to help Gongliang chop wood chips.
One, two, and finally all the work of chopping thick wood pieces was contracted by the warriors of the tribe who had nothing to do. Gongliang only needed to make door frames and nail animal skins. The speed suddenly became faster. In more than a day, he almost helped the tribe.
Everyone made the door frames and nailed them with animal skins.
"A Liang, these are the fruits Nago brought back from his last hunting trip. No one in the tribe has them. They are very delicious. You can try them."
After nailing the animal skin door curtain of the last house, the mother of that house enthusiastically handed over a small basket of fruits.
Gongliang ate one, and it was really sweet, so he took it with thanks.
Almost when I finish making the door frame and nailing the door curtain, people will give me something as a gift.
As a result, Gongliang ate some things he had never seen before. But most of them were already eaten, so he threw them to Yuan Gungun as snacks. The little guy was so happy that he was very good to him these days. He would give them to him when he slept.
Give me a loving hug.
It was already afternoon when I finished nailing the door curtain of the last house.
Gongliang was free again, and suddenly remembered that he had not gone to get the information about the rune bones from the witch, so he went to the ancestral temple.
When he was approaching the ancestral temple, he heard a sound coming from inside. He couldn't help but quietly approached and looked inside.
Suddenly he was startled. There were many leaders of the tribe inside, standing respectfully on the left and right sides listening to what the witch said. The witch happened to look over and waved to him, so Gongliang had no choice but to walk in.
"That's how it is, go get ready!"
"yes."
The tribal warriors retreated respectfully one by one without even looking at Gongliang. Meeting in the ancestral temple is a very sacred matter. No one dares to whisper to each other or snore while sleeping. Only what the witches say and what they do. For the tribal prophets,
The fear and worship of witches have long been deeply engraved in the bones of Yanbu people.
"witch."
Gongliang greeted the witch respectfully.
Wu nodded and walked inside, followed by Gongliang.
"I heard that the door frames and animal skin windshield curtains you made for people are pretty good. Come over and make one for me when you have time. As I get older, my bones feel cold when the cold wind blows." Walking through the ancestral temple leads to the shaman's place.
When they were in the stone house, Wu said to Gong Liang.
Gongliang quickly agreed.
Once inside, he saw Mabu Wuerbo sitting at the low table where tribal shamans often sat, holding a roll of animal skins and looking at it.
Wu obviously didn't care, so he walked over and sat down next to him, then took out a handful of animal skin rolls from under the shelf and placed them on the table.
"This is a record about the rune bones left by our ancestors. Nowadays, the wild beasts here are almost extinct, and I have not understood it in depth. You can take it back and have a look. If you don't understand anything, come back and ask me."
"Yes." Gongliang responded.
After Wu handed over the animal skin, he opened a blank animal skin scroll next to him and started writing with a charcoal pen.
He was so focused that he forgot about the existence of time.
After a while, I raised my head and suddenly found that Gongliang hadn't left yet, so I couldn't help but ask: "Do you have anything else?"
"Well," Gong Liang thought for a moment before saying, "Witch, can you teach me the method of bone divination in the forest last time?"
"You want to learn?" Wu heard this and put down the charcoal.
"Yes," Gongliang said, "I think so. If I learn bone divination, I can tell the direction when I get lost in the forest."
"Bone divination requires a lot of talent, and non-talented people cannot learn it. Are you sure you can do it?"
"I think my talent is very high." Gongliang said quickly.
Wu turned his head and glanced at Erbo, "He said the same thing back then."
Not knowing what he was thinking of, Erbo's eyelids twitched wildly and his face moved unnaturally.
Seeing his appearance, Wu smiled and said to Gong Liang: "You can learn it if you want, but I don't know much about the art of bone divination. I only learned it from the records of previous generations. If you want to
You can only learn from the hand scrolls of predecessors, but I can't teach you. After all, the art of bone divination is extremely mysterious. One person has his own opinion, and a thousand people have a thousand perceptions. Everything depends on it.
Talent. After all, other people's opinions can only be used as a reference, and sometimes they can mislead you, leading you astray and unable to learn the real thing."
As he spoke, he took out a bone cylinder from a drawer at the bottom of the shelf. There was a mysterious pattern carved on it, and he didn't know what it meant.
Gongliang took it respectfully, thanked the witch and then stepped back.