There is a bamboo house outside the Vine Tribe, inhabited by a mysterious old man and a terrifying giant eagle.
At first, the people in the tribe were not used to it, and they were also quite afraid of the giant eagle.
After a little time, they found that the mysterious old man was relatively kind, and the giant eagle would not attack people casually, so they slowly accepted the existence of the old man and the giant eagle.
August 15th.
"Chirp...chirp..."
By the stream, Nanxing kept practicing the bone whistle. Now he has learned how to use the bone whistle to make bird calls, and occasionally it can cause the birds in the trees to follow suit.
Then, he tried to use a bone whistle to make a deer call, but the sound produced by the bone whistle was always a little off, which made him feel a little frustrated.
"I've been blowing it for so long, but it still doesn't work."
Nanxing has always wanted to be like the members of the deer tribe's hunting team in the past, using a bone whistle to make a lifelike deer call to attract the deer in estrus.
This matter has become an obsession in his heart.
Unfortunately, he tried many times but kept failing.
"Young man, why do you look so unhappy?"
The mysterious old man came over from a distance and stood in front of Nan Xing with a gentle face and asked.
Nanxing said nothing. Like all the people in the Teng tribe, he was wary of this mysterious old man.
But the old man seemed to be able to see through his mind, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'm just an old man who is about to be buried. I can't even walk with difficulty, so I can't hurt you."
Nan Xing thought about it. The old man was too old and looked a little frail. The giant eagle was not by his side. What was there to be afraid of?
He is a warrior of one color!
Nan Xing's guard relaxed slightly, but he still didn't speak and lowered his head slightly.
The old man looked at the bone whistle in his hand and said, "Let me guess, I think it's because of this bone whistle? Can you show it to me?"
Nan Xing happened to be disappointed with the bone whistle, so he handed it to the old man.
The old man took the bone whistle, rubbed it with his hand, and said: "The material is good, but the polishing is a bit rough, and the pronunciation is not accurate."
Nan Xing raised his head, looked at the old man in astonishment, and said, "How do you know it's not pronounced correctly?"
"You've been blowing here for so long, and I've heard you."
"So that's it."
Nanxing lowered his head again, feeling a little embarrassed.
The old man pointed to the bone whistle and said: "These three holes are drilled a little too small and not round, so the sound they make is inaccurate. If you don't mind, I can help you polish them again."
"After polishing, will it be able to make the sound of a deer?" Nan Xing looked at the old man expectantly.
The old man's words were not too full: "It's probably OK, but it won't be any worse than it is now."
"Then...then help me polish it..."
After Nan Xing finished speaking, he thought of something again, so he added: "I can give you some wild fruits, which are very sweet."
The old man smiled and said: "Okay."
After finishing speaking, the old man found a relatively flat stone to sit on, and then took out a small stone knife from an animal skin bag he carried.
This small stone knife is light yellow in color. It is only as long as a palm and as wide as a finger. It looks very compact.
On the side of the stone knife, there are still several ancient primitive pictures and characters engraved on it, but Nan Xing does not recognize them.
Nan Xing's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but said: "What a beautiful stone knife. It should be a gem-level stone, right?"
The old man nodded with a smile and said: "You know what you are good at. This stone knife has been with me for many years. It was not that small before. It has been used for a long time and has been sharpened countless times, and it has become what it is now."
Nan Xing's eyes were full of envy.
For most tribesmen, a gem-quality stone knife is a coveted treasure.
Because ordinary stone is not hard enough, it is very easy to wear and tear during use, and it will not take long to replace it with a new one.
However, stone knives made of gem-grade stone are not easy to wear or break, and can be used for many years. Just like this one in the old man's hand, the handle is covered with pulp.
The old man sat on the big stone and started to help Nanxing re-polished the bone whistle with a small stone knife.
He put the tip of the knife into the hole of the bone whistle, kept rotating it, scraped off layers of bone powder, and slowly expanded the hole. Eventually, the three holes on the bone whistle became rounded and almost the same size.
Then, he found a rough stone by the creek, poured a little water on the stone, and then ground the two ends of the bone whistle very smooth.
Time passed bit by bit, and after more than an hour, the old man finally finished polishing.
"You try blowing it again."
The old man handed the bone whistle to Nan Xing.
Nan Xing took the bone whistle, and he was surprised to find that after the old man polished the bone whistle, both the feel and appearance were much better than before.
With excitement, Nan Xing put the bone whistle to his mouth and blew it tentatively.
"Chirp..."
The bird call he played first was very pleasant, much better than before.
With excitement, Nanxing tried to play the deer call again.
"Yo...Yo..."
This time it actually worked!
After re-polishing the bone whistle, the sound of the deer call is close to the call of a real big-antlered deer.
"Great!"
Nanxing jumped up excitedly.
He never thought that no matter how hard he practiced, he couldn't blow the bone whistle that sounded like a deer because he couldn't polish it properly.
"Old man, I...I'm going to get you wild fruits right now. Just wait for me."
Nanxing ran back to the bamboo house in excitement.
Jiang Xuan was sharpening arrowheads in the house. He looked at Nan Xing's furious appearance and asked curiously: "Nan Xing, what are you so happy about?"
"Chief, look, my bone whistle can make the sound of a deer!"
Nan Xing was like a child showing off his new stuff. He took out his bone whistle and blew it a few times in front of Jiang Xuan.
Jiang Xuan was surprised to find that the sound the bone whistle blew was indeed the sound of a deer.
"The old man riding the giant eagle polished this for me, and I promised to give him some wild fruits as a reward."
Nan Xing looked at Jiang Xuan eagerly and said: "Chief, can I give him some red-haired fruits?"
"Of course, go get it."
Jiang Xuan agreed without hesitation, just some wild fruits. It is autumn now, and there are a lot of wild fruits on the mountains.
"Thank you, chief."
Nan Xing happily ran to the corner of the bamboo house, found a large rattan basket, and opened the dried bamboo leaves covering it.
What is contained in this rattan basket is a kind of wild fruit called red hair fruit by the tribesmen, which looks like a kiwi fruit.
The outer skin of this wild fruit has a lot of red fuzz. After peeling off the outer skin, there is sweet pulp inside. The fruit aroma is extremely rich and very sweet.
Nanxing pocketed a dozen red-haired fruits in his animal skin coat, then ran back to the stream and gave them to the old man.
"This is called red fruit. You can eat it after peeling it off. It's very sweet."
The old man did not refuse. He peeled off a red fruit and tasted it. He nodded with satisfaction and said: "It's really sweet."
"Look, I didn't lie to you."
Nan Xing smiled brightly, showing her neat teeth.
In the days that followed, this mysterious old man often helped the Vine Tribe people solve some problems. Gradually, although everyone did not accept him, they were not as repelled as before.
Jiang Xuan felt a little confused about what the mysterious old man was doing, but he also saw that this mysterious old man had a wide range of knowledge and knew many things. He must have come from a large tribe.
Anyway, apart from the totem god, the Vine Tribe has nothing to plot against. The existence of the mysterious old man currently has more advantages than disadvantages.
However, Jiang Xuan is a relatively cautious person. He did not completely relax his vigilance, but he just did not show it.
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Thanks to the book friend "Flowers bloom and fall, the sky is full of flowers?" for the reward.