It was getting dark, and the people in the square gradually dispersed. The few remaining onlookers were not qualified to enter the square. They could only stand far away by the thatched house and watch indifferently. After a while, they waited for the hunting team to come back.
, it’s about to have dinner, people are waiting
The evening breeze blew and the sun set outside the tribe. The spear shafts were shaking like a forest. Another group of hunters came back, led by Duka.
Maybe their prey has been placed in the meat farm. It seems that although this team of hunters is tired, they still maintain an intimidating momentum.
From a distance, when he saw Zhou Jiping and Yilin standing in the square, Duka's eyes flickered for a few times, then went out. There was no expression of joy or excitement on his face anymore, and he just walked towards the wooden shed numbly.
Although Duka's eyes quickly turned away, Zhou Jiping still noticed the trace of murderousness in his eyes. Zhou Jiping was secretly surprised. The dog captain said that his sixth sense was better than ordinary people, but Duka's eyes seemed to be
The tangible light of the sword, the eerie and cold air, this is probably the kind of thing that anyone can feel, like a wild beast hunting, staring into human flesh, making Zhou Jiping feel uncomfortable all over.
The mountains where Zhou Jiping was born have been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. In history, the Mongols, Manchus and other nomadic peoples fought many battles with the Central Plains dynasties here. In modern times, the Japanese army invaded China, and the 29th Army's Broadsword Team also killed here.
Although the population here is small, the ethnic composition is extremely complex: Han, Mongolian, Manchu, and Hui. The harsh natural conditions and the influence of war have made the people here fierce, with a strong martial arts style, wrestling, and Baji.
, Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua, Taizu, gave Zhou Jiping the opportunity to be exposed to martial arts from a young age
Martial arts pays attention to understanding. This understanding not only refers to the understanding of practice, but also specifically refers to a kind of understanding. "The art of understanding people" is the ability that requires martial arts practitioners to "understand" by themselves. When Zhou Jiping was in elementary school, his masters once talked about routines.
Passed - you can tell at a glance what kind of boxing this person practices, how well he practices, what he is best at, whether his temper is quick or gentle, tolerant or stingy, you can tell at a glance; if he does it, whether he can fight and how
Fighting, whether you can win or not, and whether there will be any troubles if you win, these all need to be seen closely. If you can't see this, just don't fight, just pretend to be cowardly and get angry at every turn.
A person with a bad temper is not scary no matter how well he practices. If you tweak him and let him beat him, he will be tired after a while. The kind of person with strong Yin energy that you are most afraid of is a small-minded, calculating and vengeful person.
, it’s best to go around when you see it. If you can’t avoid it, you have to find a way to solve it, otherwise there will be endless trouble.
Now, Zhou Jiping completely believed what the senior masters said, and Duka's eyes made Zhou Jiping feel that kind of gloomy chill, which lingered like a ghost possessing him.
But after thinking about it in the blink of an eye, Zhou Jiping was relieved. What does all this have to do with me? I don’t belong to this grassland. When the rainy season comes, I will find an opportunity to run away. Who cares who Duka is?
Duka walked to the wooden shed, saluted the chief, and said something to the chief. His hunters were waiting quietly by the square.
After hearing what Duka said, the chief chatted a few words with the elders and wizards sitting in the wooden shed, nodded to each other, stood up and walked to the edge of the steps of the wooden shed. The chief was about the same height as Duka, and the steps were about 20 meters high.
About centimeters, the chief was just a head higher than Duka. The chief stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the top of Duka's head. Duka bowed his head obediently. At this moment, Zhou Jiping felt that there was something between the chief and Duka.
A kind of family relationship similar to that of father and son
Then, the chief gave some instructions to his entourage, and an entourage walked towards the square. Zhou Jiping and Yilin stood far away from the square, watching calmly like outsiders.
The attendant walked up to a girl waiting at the edge of the square, nodded and called her into the square.
"Duka is getting married," Irene said calmly, as if talking to herself, but in English.
Oh? Zhou Jiping glanced at Yilin. It seems that there is quite a story between them.
The girl walked up to Duka and saluted the chief. The chief said a few words, raised his scepter and touched the foreheads of the girl and Duka respectively.
"Ho, ho, ho..." Duka's hunting team shouted loudly in the square, and many tribesmen outside the square also shouted excitedly, but judging from their expressions, they seemed to care more about being able to enjoy another wedding banquet.
Opportunity
"They got married? When?" Zhou Jiping asked Yilin
"Tomorrow," Erin said coldly, "that girl is my good friend, the granddaughter of Elder Mumabei, and the sister of Bafada. She has always liked Duka."
Seeing Yi Lin's somewhat baffled expression, Zhou Jiping was a little surprised and asked tentatively: "Do you like Duka?" In Zhou Jiping's view, if the chief separated a pair of lovers for his own position, it would be easy to explain Duka's love for him.
My own hatred
"How could I like him?" Yilin looked at Zhou Jiping with some dissatisfaction, looking insulted.
"Then you just hate him?" Zhou Jiping guessed
"I'll talk to you tonight," Yilin said calmly.
Suddenly, Yilin turned around and looked at Zhou Jiping with a smile, and said a little childishly: "I believe what you said about men not hitting women is true. White people are like this too."
This was the first time that Yilin took the initiative to talk to her with a smile like this. The smile was very straightforward and simple, which caught Zhou Jiping a little off guard.
The bonfire was lit and the fresh prey that had been packed was put on the fire to be roasted or boiled. The residents of the tribe had already sat down in their seats according to their rank and began to prepare to enjoy tonight's dinner.
After Yilin's explanation, Zhou Jiping now knows that the three female stewards are in charge of the dinner, namely Fayol and Reya, the two stewards of the butchery. Fayol is the eldest wife of Elder Mumabei (although the chief also has a wife
But because she is not the eldest wife, she can only be in charge of the chief's personal property and has no power to manage tribal affairs). Reya is Pengre's eldest wife. In fact, it is somewhat inaccurate to say that the two of them are the stewards of the meat farm. They are the two responsible persons.
Handling prey, cooking and hide processing is a bit like someone in charge of logistics. The other woman in charge is Didea's eldest wife Nora. She is responsible for the management of the tribe's farmland, including arranging manpower, harvest management, etc., and is a cooperative method.
Yoel and Reya's
Now, these women are leading a group of tribal women to prepare dinner. When the dinner is ready, they want the men of the tribe to enjoy it first, because the limited rights of women are limited to this.