After walking for another day, Shi Chui suddenly jumped up and pointed ahead and shouted: "There are so many people... there are so many people..."
Hearing this, Hua Xi looked intently in the direction pointed by the stone hammer. Hey, he saw dozens of naked primitive people standing or lying under a small forest a hundred meters ahead, following Hua Xi.
The tribesmen roared, and the primitive people over there also heard the noise here. They all stood up and looked nervously at the group of seemingly strong foreigners not far away.
Hua Xi signaled the tribesmen behind him to be silent, then walked to a stop ten meters in front of this group of primitive people who were worse than beggars, paused briefly and said loudly: "I am a member of the Shui tribe.
Clan leader, I have come to save you this time under the will of the supreme Dragon God, are you willing to join our clan?"
The group of primitive people did not react at all after hearing this. Instead, they became more wary of the group of foreigners with solid muscles and strong muscles in front of them. Hua Xi saw that the other party had no reaction at all, so he repeated: "I have the leader of the Shui Tribe.
This time I have been sent to save you by the will of the supreme Dragon God, are you willing to join our clan?"
When Shi Chui saw that the clan leader had said it twice but the other party still had no response, his temper immediately boiled into anger. He cursed and raised the bamboo spear in his hand and pointed it at the other clan leader. The rest of the clan glanced at his immediate superior, Guy Liang. Who dared to do that?
They were negligent and raised their bamboo spears one after another, ready to throw them.
This time, the opponent reacted. Dozens of primitive people picked up the wooden sticks in their hands and leaned closely together. However, although they had a slight advantage in numbers, they were suppressed by the Shui Tribe in terms of momentum.
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"Well! I'm such a big fool. I almost forgot the rules for dealing with primitive people." Hua Xi blamed Shi Chui and the others this time, but just asked them to put away their bamboo spears, then took out the food they carried with them, and gave some of it to the group in front of them.
The weak primitive man threw it over
Seeing the other party put away their weapons and throwing dozens of pieces of meat, the group of fleeing primitive people paused for a long time, not knowing what to do. Time passed little by little, and finally there was a younger man.
The young man couldn't bear the hunger in his belly. He carefully watched the Youshui people not far away, then slowly bent down to pick up the piece of meat, looked at it, smelled it, and finally chewed it with big mouthfuls.
The stimulation of the behavior is extremely obvious. The primitive people who were still a little worried before saw someone taking the lead. They were not willing to lag behind others. They picked up the pieces of meat on the ground and tore them into big bites. Although the taste of the bacon was not very good.
, and it is dry and hard to bite, but for these primitive people who have only relied on dew and wild fruits for decades to satisfy their hunger, bacon is undoubtedly the most delicious delicacy in the world.
A piece of bacon probably weighs between three to five pounds, but among this group of primitive people, it would be completely swallowed by them in less than a cup of tea, and it seems that it is far from full (researched the ancient times
The units used to calculate time: a year has twelve months, a month has five weeks, a week has six days, a day has twelve hours, an hour has four quarters, a quarter has three cups of tea, and a cup of tea has two sticks of incense.
, a stick of incense has five points, one point has six fingers, one finger has ten moments (a moment is one second)) After eating the pieces of meat thrown by the Shui tribe, the hostility in the eyes of the primitive people looking at Hua Xi was obviously reduced.
Many, the eyes gradually become softer
"Hey, it's somewhat effective. I don't believe you primitive people can withstand the torture of the Five Zang Temple." Hua Xi saw that the meat offensive was working, and continued to signal the tribe to throw out 17 more pieces of meat. When the opponent was devouring the bacon just now, Hua Xi
Xi had already silently looked at the group of soulless primitive people in front of her.
There were no women, children or old people, only men between the ages of 14, 5 and 30. Except for the stones and wooden sticks they held in their hands, they did not have any offensive weapons. They all had sunken eye sockets, sallow complexions and thin bodies, and their bodies were so weak that they seemed to have been fighting for a while.
The strong wind can blow them down. This is the impression they gave Hua Xi. If such a group of primitive people did not have their own rescue, they would probably starve to death or become prey in the bellies of beasts in less than two days.
For such a team, according to Hua Xi's normal thinking, he can be directly escorted back to the tribe and supported as slaves to work for his tribe. However, the current situation does not allow him to do this. Now it should be the handover between the matrilineal and patrilineal clan communes.
In this period, private ownership had not yet appeared, and slaves seemed impractical. Secondly, the current population base of the tribe was too small. What Hua Xi wanted now was a tribe with cohesive force, and the condensed tribesmen and foreign newcomers
The thing that joins the crowd is food, so it is not difficult to understand Hua Xi’s gentle behavior.
At this time, a man who looked like a leader walked out of the primitive crowd. He walked to Hua Xi and suddenly knelt down. He burst into tears and said intermittently: "I...we...God...wrath...escape, save...us...us."
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Although he couldn't hear the whole sentence clearly, the man moaned and cried these words repeatedly. Hua Xi could probably guess what they meant. Hua Xi smiled slightly: "I" he pointed at himself and then continued: "There is a water tribe."
Patriarch, I am here to save you on the orders of the Dragon God." After saying that, Hua Xi helped the man up with one hand and patted his shoulder gently.
This time the man finally understood a little bit of the meaning of Hua Xi's words. He turned around and said something to his tribe, then turned around and knelt down to bow to everyone in Hua Xi, muttering something to himself.
, Hua Xi probably just said thank you for the gift of meat, and the things behind it were much easier to handle. A group of 17 men accepted Hua Xi's invitation and joined the Youshui Tribe.
In the following days, Wentian took Shi Chui and others, a total of 28 people from the Shui Tribe, while hunting and walking downstream along the river. In the following days, Hua Xi successively encountered 11 groups of people, large and small, in total.
Either coercion or inducement "invited" 273 people, including 38 elderly people, 97 women, 46 children and 92 adult men. Looking at the "huge" team behind him, Hua Xi felt happy about the effect of nomadic hunting at this time.
The expenses of this huge team could no longer be met. Hua Xi also felt the pressure of food supplies and did not dare to go further to search for the fleeing people and resolutely returned to the valley tribe.
After the Shui Tribe suddenly accepted these 273 people, the pressure on food suddenly increased. The two thousand kilograms of stored meat were almost exhausted in one day. This caught Hua Xi off guard. Just as Hua Xi was worried about the food supply problem.
When he was troubled, the elder Zi Ding came to Hua Xi's "throne" and said loudly: "Great patriarch, this surge in population has provided us with good basic conditions for the growth and development of the Shui Tribe. Thank you to the great gods!
After saying that, he put his hands on his chest and closed his eyes, praying for a while.
Not long after, Ziding opened his eyes again, but this time he walked to Hua Xi's ear and whispered: "Great patriarch, now our tribe's bacon will be eaten up tomorrow morning. Should we increase hunting?"
The size of the team? Another thing is the safety..." Zi Ding paused for a moment, looked at Hua Xi and then said: "With regard to this safety issue, will the new clan members...?"
Hua Xi didn't know what Zi Ding was going to say next. At this time, Hua Xi didn't know what he wanted to say. She thought: "When did this old man Ding learn to compliment first and then slap?" Although Hua Xi thought so in her heart, there was nothing on her face.
Showing no abnormality, he just nodded slightly and closed his eyes to meditate.
Ziding caught a glimpse of the clan leader who seemed to be thinking about the problem and stopped disturbing him. He quietly turned around and left. He had too much work to do, including expanding the distribution of the hunting team, teaching the new tribesmen how to weave vine nets and ropes, and setting traps.
Throwing bamboo spears, cutting down bamboo forests, etc.
What Hua Xi has to worry about is the most important loyalty of the newcomers...loyalty...sense of belonging...
"The spiritual culture of primitive tribes is still very weak, so later generations have different religious and political views, resulting in numerous parties and religious factions, and it is difficult to unify. This situation will never happen in primitive society. Primitive people only care about their own survival issues.
Their biggest wish is to fill their stomachs, resist the threats of nature and beasts, and strive to survive..." After a few days of hard work, Hua Xi fell asleep peacefully after thinking about it.