Chapter 20: For the sake of responsibility, set out (please collect and recommend)

A quiver made of beech branches, 50 arrows, more would be too heavy.

A longbow, a bird-beak dagger, a white-handled spear, and a stone axe. A bundle of bark ropes, a roll of sisal fiber and fine hemp rope, a fist-sized can of lard, a small bag of salt stone, a fire starter tube, a small earthenware pot, the lid of the pot is a bowl, which can be used for two purposes, and finally a small bag of chili peppers.

The fire starter tube is a hollow pig leg bone, filled with sawdust left over from making the longbow. The sawdust is ignited and kept simmering without open flames. When you want to light a fire, just pick out a little, put it on the fire starter and blow it, it will light up. It is a low-end version of a fire starter.

In addition to the weapons in hand, the other messy equipment is placed in a rectangular backpack with a lid, or it can be called a box, a box woven from beech branches. If he put on a Confucian robe and put up a canopy on the box, he would be just like the scholars who went to Beijing to take the imperial examinations in ancient times.

Luo Chong checked his equipment again and again, but he always felt that something important was missing.

He glanced at the crowd from the corner of his eyes. A small figure wearing long boots and a pig tooth necklace kept dodging behind.

"Qubing, bring back my snake skin water bag."

The little guy was still hiding behind his mother, holding Luo Chong's water bag with his hands behind his back, but his mother grabbed it.

"Stinky boy, stop hiding, give it to me quickly." Luo Chong rubbed Qubing's head and said.

Qubing pouted, wrinkled his chubby face, and handed the water bag to Luo Chong aggrievedly.

"Be good and stay at home. Listen to your mother. I will be back soon." Luo Chong took the water bag, pinched his little face, then put on the backpack, turned around and walked away.

"Wow, wow, wow, don't go, don't go."

Little Qubing burst into tears and rushed over to hug Luo Chong's legs to prevent him from leaving.

This child usually likes to pester Luo Chong, and he also knows that Luo Chong is good to him. Moreover, Qubing is very smart. Under Luo Chong's deliberate teaching, he can already say some simple words, which is why Luo Chong likes him.

Luo Chong turned around helplessly, picked up Qubing, wiped his tears, pointed to the little friends who were shivering with cold in the morning mist, and pulled his small fur coat.

"Look, you have clothes to wear, but they are still naked and freezing. What if they get sick? Have you forgotten that you almost died of illness? Wait for me to come back at home. I will go find clothes for them."

No matter how much Qubing could understand, Luo Chong just liked to talk to him. Luo Chong believed that as long as he listened enough, he would learn slowly.

Xiao Qubing sniffed and murmured, "You, go home and teach me how to beat a stick."

"Haha, OK, I promise you." Luo Chong smiled and scratched his cheek, then handed the little guy to his mother.

He carefully scanned these poor primitive people. Their lives were not easy. Since they regarded him as the leader, he must take on the responsibility of the leader and lead them to live a better and better life, striving to make everyone die of old age normally, rather than freezing to death, starving to death, dying of illness, or being killed. Otherwise,

he would feel uneasy, just like his comrades-in-arms died because of his own mistakes, so he plunged into the morning mist without hesitation.

Luo Chong made arrangements for the tribe's affairs. The four younger brothers were temporarily assigned to the hunting team, but they were not allowed to act alone; the lame man started to burn bricks, and the women were divided into two groups, one to collect fruits and the other to fish; the elders stayed at home to take charge.

The tribesmen stared at Luo Chong's back as he disappeared in the morning mist, with worry written all over their faces. The chief said he was going to look for animal skins, going far away, and would come back before the river froze, but they had never seen anyone who could stay outside the cave overnight and still be alive.

The elder stood in front of the crowd, facing the direction where Luo Chong disappeared, and suddenly knelt on the ground and bowed down. He would pray for the chief, hoping that the chief would come back and bring them more surprises.

Others might not know, but the elders knew very well that the murals on the rock walls of the caves that had been passed down from generation to generation had long since run out of things to paint. But since Luo Chong became the chief, he would draw what Luo Chong did every night after dinner, killing moas, burning pottery, cooking broth, making spears, bows and arrows, tying hair, making leather boots, refining oil, weaving baskets, and fishing, and never stopped for a day.

When he was young, the elders of the previous generation told him that some large tribes had witches, who could communicate with the gods and let the gods bless their tribes to get better and better. But in the eyes of the elders, their tribe did not need witches, because they had a real god in their tribe.

Luo Chong left. He was heading northeast, which was the upper reaches of the stream. He wanted to find a narrow place to cross the river and find a place without trees.

Of course, herbivores could not appear in the woods, and there was nothing for them to eat in the woods. Sheep, horses, and cows should eat grass and low shrubs, so they should appear on the grassland.

Luo Chong's current task was to get out of this endless jungle first.

After walking upstream along the stream for a whole morning, the trees became shorter and shorter, which made Luo Chong very happy. This was a sign that he was about to get out of the jungle.

At noon, he rested by the river. Lunch was a pheasant that had just been shot dead. The useful feathers and tail feathers were plucked, and then the skin was peeled directly, smeared with coarse salt, sprinkled with crushed peppers, wrapped with leaves, and then covered with a layer of mud. It was a delicious spicy beggar chicken, which made his stomach round.

This was not available at ordinary times. Generally, people in the tribe never eat lunch, and Luo Chong did this to maintain sufficient physical strength, especially the supplement of salt, which was more important.

After dinner, boil a pot of water, fill the water bag, and then look for an opportunity to cross the river.

After moving upstream for about three hours, the whole sky suddenly turned dark. In fact, it was still bright, but the surrounding woods suddenly became dense.

On both sides of the 10-meter-wide river, there are densely packed unknown strange trees. The trunks are iron-black and very thick. The diameter is as big as five or six meters, but they grow crooked, not straight at all, and very short.

Although they are short, they are actually more than ten meters high. However, trees with a diameter of more than 5 meters are only more than ten meters high. Is this normal?

However, Luo Chong doesn't care about these. He only knows that this place is very convenient for crossing the river.

The trunk of the black tree is less than five meters high, and the upper part is all crown. The thick branches are intertwined and cross-sectioned, and they are intertwined with the branches on the opposite side of the river, covering the entire river surface and forming a natural bridge.

The crown is very thick, and the lowest point is only three meters above the river surface. Some thin branches have even hung down into the water. There are only a few faint lights on the river surface, which are reflected through layers of diffuse reflection. You can only barely see the surrounding situation.

A layer of hazy mist shrouds the river surface, hiding the situation under the water. There is no sound around, and the weird atmosphere makes people feel suffocated.

It's too quiet, this is not right, how can there be no small animals in such a big forest, at least there will be birds singing.

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