After eating Zhou Jiping's food, Larn's angular face had a bright smile.
"I will repay you. Thank you. Please tell me what you need." Rahn said sincerely.
Looking at the slender man in front of him, Zhou Jiping couldn't help but want to make a joke with him. He patted his chest and said, "What can you do to help me?"
"I can make you the best necklace, the best! After the tribe moves eastward, I will ask the salt hunting team to bring back the most beautiful seashells. When I make it for you, I will not ask for their food in exchange.
"Only the most beautiful shells." Larn's expression looked very solemn.
Zhou Jiping had a thought in his mind: Get salt? Seashells? The seaside? Is this an opportunity to escape?
Calmly, Zhou Jiping continued to chat with Larn, hoping to get some useful information. However, Yilin was beside him, so Zhou Jiping couldn't reveal his clear meaning, so he could only slowly use Larn's words to Yilin.
Zhou Jiping's position makes Zhou Jiping very helpless and in the way, but he can't live without her.
"I don't need the necklace just yet, I have this." Zhou Jiping lifted the steel wire between his neck. These two flexible steel wires have trapped hyrax, sambar, and wild boar more than once, but now they have caught the wrong combination of circumstances.
The ground was wrapped around Zhou Jiping's neck
Larn got closer to Zhou Jiping and took a look. With his "professional" vision, he could certainly see that this thing was not good-looking. "It's too thick. If you can put some seashells or lion's teeth on it, it would be very beautiful."
That’s what warriors should wear.”
Lion? I won’t pull out a lion’s teeth for a necklace. Zhou Jiping smiled and changed the subject: "Why are you so tall? Is your father also tall?" Zhou Jiping wanted to know if this big camel in Damon was the same.
Suffering from a disease like gigantism
"My father is also very tall." When he mentioned his father, Larn's demeanor immediately changed. There seemed to be a little pride in his pride: "My father was once a respectable hunting captain."
"It's a pity that I have a son like you, Rahn!" Zomayo came closer and interjected at some point. At this time, Zhou Jiping discovered that except for a few tribal warriors patrolling the cultivated fields, the rest of them secretly regarded Zhou Jiping as
The person in the center of the circle is taking a sweaty rest. It seems that he has just finished training.
Hearing what Zomayo said, Rahn lowered his head in shame, as if he was sad.
"Zomayo, let Larn speak. Be careful that Larn won't make shoes for you in the future." Zhou Jiping didn't want to interrupt the conversation like this, so he replied to Zomayo half reproachfully and half jokingly, and Zomayo smiled apologetically.
After a moment of silence, perhaps because of Zhou Jiping's encouragement, Larn suddenly raised his head and said, "Do you think I don't want to be a hunter? My father can be one, why can't I? I do it for my mother, in order not to let
She's sad"
Rahn's voice was filled with sadness. When everyone looked over, a tear had already flowed from the deep eye socket, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
"My father is also very tall," Rahn slowly began, telling the story of his father: "Because he was too tall, he was easily spotted by prey on the grassland. Someone once said that my father was not suitable to be a hunter, but my father was not convinced. He
He was very brave and hard-working, in good health, and endured a lot of hardships. Later, he finally became Damon's best hunter, and later became a hunting captain. However, in order to prevent being discovered by prey on the grassland, his father often led hunting teams.
One time while hunting in the woods, the hunting team encountered a bison. My father asked the entire hunting team to run away first, but because he was too tall, he ran too late and died tragically under the horns of the bison - many people in the tribe knew this."
Seeing Zhou Jiping looking at him, Zomayo nodded, confirming that what Rahn said was the truth.
"After my father died, my mother was very sad. She told me that in order to be a hunter, my father worked very hard to overcome the problem of being too tall and endured a lot of pain that ordinary people don't have to endure. But even so, my father still died when he was just thirty years old.
That’s why my mother doesn’t allow me to be a hunter. Even if I am the most useless person in the tribe, I don’t want to be a hunter. She doesn’t want to see me die in front of her like my father.
Therefore, since I was a child, she has not allowed me to practice spearing or fight with others. I know that my mother is doing it for my own good and I have always listened to her words. But now that my mother is dead, even though I am alive, so what?
?It is difficult to even feed myself; no woman likes me, no woman is willing to marry me, I can only wait to die alone like this; you often humiliate me and call me Larn, do you think I am not sad?
I originally had a name, but no one except my mother has ever called me by it.”
Seeing Zhou Jiping's confused look, Yilin translated Larn's words and explained that "Laln" is a greeting from the Damon people, which is equivalent to "hello".
Rahn continued to talk: "I am also willing to be a hunter, so what if I die at the age of thirty? What if I suffer a lot? At least I will have a wife and children of my own, and I will be respected by the tribe.
It won't be like this, but now it's too late, it's too late." Rahn's expression was very lonely and vicissitudes of life.
After listening to Larn's words, Zhou Jiping felt very uneasy. It seems that everyone has troubles.
So what is your name? Zhou Jiping asked
La En was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he scratched his head and said stupidly: "It's been too long, no one has called me, I forgot."
Hahaha, when they heard Larn say this, everyone else couldn't help but laugh, but this time it was in good faith.
Zhou Jiping also laughed, patted Larn on his bone-covered shoulder and said, "It will be fine. It will get better in the future."
To Zhou Jiping, this was just an ordinary word of comfort. But to Larn, this sentence was regarded as a solemn promise.
"Yes, yes." Looking at the straw sandals under his feet, Larn said with a smile on his face: "I will definitely be able to eat enough in the future." There were already four shoes under his feet.
Zhou Jiping couldn't help but feel a little depressed. Compared to his own speed, Larn seemed to be a natural expert in the art of playing with straw sandals. With just a few words, he shot out two more. If he exchanged his straw sandals for food, Larn thought.
It’s hard not to have enough to eat
Larn handed two of them to Zhou Jiping and said, "Thank you, I just compiled this for you. I will remember your kindness to me."
He took it with doubts and compared it on his own feet. The size was just right. Looking at the fine weaving and tight knotting of the straw ropes, Zhou Jiping was really discouraged. A person is better than a person who is good at it. This is true for the straw sandals played by Larn.
In comparison, it seems like all the straw sandals you make yourself have to be thrown away.
Suddenly, Larn took the straw sandals from Zhou Jiping's hand as if he remembered something. Without saying a word, he hugged the straw sandals, stooped his waist, and ran towards the tribal camp with an extra-long crane, leaving everyone confused.