Chapter 474 What is that? (A 5,000-word chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Luo Chong's sand table reenactment was very successful. First of all, in the case of language barriers, this kind of scene reenactment method will be very intuitive. In addition, for the Nian tribe, what Luo Chong said is easy to understand.

The history of the Nian tribe planting glutinous rice has continued for more than ten generations. During this period, they have continued to grow and migrate. They are like nomads on the grassland, and they have been cruising along the river. Therefore, they are not unfamiliar with various inland river hydrological conditions.

Floods have appeared in the records of their ancestors, and many times, but each time they were raging and then quickly retreated. However, this time the situation is different. The floods that used to retreat every time have accumulated more and more this time. They don't understand why. That's because when the flood just happened, they had already run to the high ground on the mountain for refuge. Later, they wanted to check it out, but they were trapped on the top of the mountain by the water.

Until this time, after watching Luo Chong's sand table reenactment, Nian Mao, who was already familiar with the inland river hydrological conditions, instantly understood what he meant.

If things were really as the young leader said, then they would have a chance to solve the flood with their own strength. This might be impossible for the Nian tribe, but the Han tribe had a large number of boats and even brought more than 400 adult men from far away.

And the Han tribe also had a large number of sophisticated weapons, so their tools should not be bad, otherwise how could they make such a magical tool as a boat? !

Thinking of this, Nian Mao was also very excited. Perhaps the Han tribe could really do with their hands what they could not solve with sacrifices.

A step back, even if the Han tribe could not do it, if they could establish a relationship with them and finally leave on their boats, it would be fine.

Control the flood or leave, these two ways of survival depend on the Han tribe. It is impossible to sacrifice to the gods. Facts have proved that the gods did not take care of them at all. It is better to pin the hope of survival on something that can be seen and touched.

"Your method is good, but if it is really caused by a landslide, can you move away?" Nian Mao calmed down and asked the most important question.

Although Luo Chong's method is very good, can it really be done? This is an uncertain thing. Compared with taking risks to control the flood, he actually wants to leave directly.

What does the water have to do with me? If I also have a boat, I won't come here to cause trouble. It's better to find a new home.

In fact, this is the difference between the nomadic tribe and the Han tribe, which is a fixed farming tribe. After all, the world's values ​​are different, which has created the upper limit of the development of the nomadic tribe. If they can't learn to cultivate and

settle down one day, they can't develop the surrounding resources in depth as soon as possible. For example, smelting metals, maybe they really discovered metal veins, but they haven't studied it for two or three years, and the tribe has moved again. How can they improve in their

lifetime? But the Han tribe is different. The Han tribe is a settled farming society. All assets are tied to the land. Thousands of manpower, painstaking efforts, and spent three years to build a home. Just say no?

Therefore, if you want to continue to live there safely, the Han tribe must solve the problem of flooding. Compared with Nian Mao's direct escape, Luo Chong is more helpless. He doesn't want to care about this broken thing, but he has no choice.

"Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as one is willing to work hard and think, one will definitely be able to find a way." Luo Chong said seriously.

Although Zhan Mao did not understand a word of Luo Chong's words, he could see the determination and seriousness written on Luo Chong's face. There was no other way. Since he could not leave directly, he had to help these people control the water. This was not to say that Zhan Mao was also very active, but just so that when the water control failed and the Han tribe left, they could also put forward conditions to leave with the Han tribe.

This should be considered as a bargaining chip.

"Is there anything we can help with?" Zhan Mao asked again with gestures.

Luo Chong had been waiting for him to take the initiative to help, so he pointed to the gap on the sand table that he had just pushed open, saying that he and his people could not find this place for the time being. Since your tribe has been living here, do you know the river channel downstream? The formation of a barrier lake here must be blocked somewhere downstream, so it is easy to find the collapse point. Just follow the previous river channel and find it.

After Luo Chong's repeated explanations and gestures, Nian Mao finally understood what Luo Chong meant, and patted his chest to guarantee that he would take care of it. After all, the Nian tribe migrated all the way from the downstream, so how could they not know the way downstream? Although it was flooded and could not be found, as long as the mountains were still there, he could find the approximate location.

Then Nian Mao asked Luo Chong how many people were needed. Luo Chong thought about it for a while. The people of the Nian tribe could not row a boat, nor could they use their tools. There were also communication barriers. It was impossible to expect them to work. In other words, they could be a guide. One or two people would be enough.

Seeing the two fingers that Luo Chong showed, Nian Mao nodded immediately. It was just right. Two people would be two people. In this way, even if there was any danger, their losses would not be great. The important thing was to participate. As long as they could take their people away at that time, it would be fine.

The two parties finalized the cooperation matters, and Nian Mao would not stay here. He also had to talk to the witch of his tribe about the things here, and then decide on the candidates for the guide. So after saying goodbye to Luo Chong, he asked the four men he brought to carry the wounded back.

It was dusk, and the people who had eaten were already sleeping in the ground coffins. They would sleep for a few hours before they could relieve the sentinels.

The ground coffin was a way of camping that Luo Chong taught everyone. He learned it in the army in his previous life. When there was no tent and no time to build a shelter, you could just dig a pit on the ground. It only needed to be the size of a coffin, just enough for one person to lie in. Then you could light a fire in the pit and on both sides of the pit. When the fire in the pit burned out, you could put a thin layer of soil, hay, and animal skins on it, and then you could lie in it and sleep.

This method was to repel insects, to keep warm, and because it was next to the campfire, it could also prevent wild animals from getting close. If there was no shortage of digging tools, it was still very convenient to make a ground coffin, but Luo Chong didn't need it. As the leader, he had his own tent.

When they entered the tent, the clothes that were roasting by the fire were gone. The girl wrapped them up again. There were two little kids who also put on their own clothes. The three of them huddled together, covered by Luo Chong's bearskin cloak. The two kids had already fallen asleep, and the girl who was hugging them was also sleeping. However, in the light of the fire, her fluttering eyelashes betrayed the fact that she was pretending to sleep.

Wrapped up so tightly, and still pretending to sleep, are you afraid that I will eat you?

Luo Chong chuckled and did not expose him. He saw the empty bowl placed by the fire. It was very clean. There was no water in it, so it could not have been washed. Then it could only be licked too clean.

Shaking his head with emotion, Luo Chong also lay on the other side of the fire pit, covered with a gray-white antelope skin, holding his long sword and short knife, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Or maybe she didn't hear any movement, but the girl who had been pretending to sleep opened her eyes and stared at Luo Chong with some curiosity and fear. It was unknown whether she was scolding Luo Chong as a beast or worse than a beast in her heart.

On the top of the mountain, in the tent of Nian Mao, the witch was listening carefully to Nian Mao's narration. He told the witch about the flood control method that Luo Chong had just mentioned, and said that he had finalized the cooperation plan with the leader, and that the Nian tribe would send two people to lead the way for them, etc.

Nian Mao and the witch had no language barrier when they talked, so even without Luo Chong's sand table, the witch understood what was going on. As an old man, he couldn't judge whether Luo Chong could control the flood, but his tribe only sent two people, and there was no big loss. In the end, maybe they could get on their boat, so why not.

In this regard, the Nian witch also expressed his agreement, and the two high-level officials of the Nian tribe finalized the matter.

There was no conversation that night. The next morning, Luo Chong was woken up by two children. The boy, who was less than two years old, had forgotten about being sacrificed by adults after a sound sleep. He got up at dawn and urinated on the fire pit dug in the middle of the tent. The embers were filled with white smoke, and the whole tent was full of stench. The child was still standing there laughing foolishly, twisting his little butt to shake it

off. Luo Chong was smoked out. It was already dawn. Some of the tribesmen were still sleeping in the pit. Those who got up early also changed their posts. Some were collecting firewood, and some were collecting snow for breakfast. Luo Chong wiped his face with a handful of snow, then checked the camp again. After finding that everyone was safe, he began to wait for breakfast.

It was not until dawn that the porridge was cooked, and those who were sleeping were called up. Luo Chong also went back to the tent to call the three people to eat.

The child was sleepy, but when he heard that there was food, he got up in a daze. This time they ate together outside, and everyone was given a bowl of porridge. Luo Chong sat on the ground around the campfire with everyone, and explained today's arrangements while eating. They would not stay here all the time, but they could use this place as a base for rest and recuperation. There would also be two guides from the local tribe to show them the way today. The plan had a high chance of success, and everyone involved in the action would have to work hard, so naturally they would benefit when they returned to the tribe.

Finally, Luo Chong looked at the girl sitting next to him. She was holding a big bowl to feed two children porridge. From time to time, she looked at the people of the Han tribe and listened to Luo Chong talking to them. The girl still didn't know where these people came from or what they were doing. She seemed a little at a loss.

Luo Chong broke half of the hot bread for her. The girl took it and took a bite. The two children immediately cried for food and didn't want to drink the porridge.

Everyone laughed, especially those people in Hanyang City. The women and children in their families were about the same age. Seeing this scene, they were all a little moved.

"Are you going back to your tribe, or continue to follow us?" Luo Chong pointed in the direction of the tribe, and then pointed at his group of people and the boats on the shore.

Although the girl didn't speak the language of the Han tribe, she also expressed her meaning with actions. She put down the bowl in her hand, hugged Luo Chong's arm tightly, and pulled the bear skin cloak on her body, meaning, this is what you gave me, I won't give it back to you, I will follow you.

Luo Chong looked at the direction of the mountain top in the distance. It was not a big deal to kidnap one person. His real idea was to kidnap the entire Nian tribe. Looking back, Luo Chong said nothing, finished his meal quickly, and then asked everyone to start packing up. However, not all of them would go out today. Only ten boats would be needed, and the rest of the people would stay in the camp.

Luo Chong also sent someone to contact Nian Mao and asked him to bring a guide. After a while, Nian Mao came with a person.

"You want to go with us in person?" Luo Chong asked in surprise. He didn't expect this man to be so brave.

Nian Mao nodded, "You can go, and I can go too."

Luo Chong smiled and said nothing. He asked them to start boarding the boat. As a result, the girl also ran over, followed by two little kids, who insisted on going with Luo Chong, fearing that Luo Chong would leave them behind.

It would definitely be a burden to bring them with him, but after looking at the people left on the shore and the tribesmen of the Nian tribe, Luo Chong took them with him. Anyway, this trip was for exploration, and it would not have any impact.

So everyone began to head southeast under the guidance of Nian Mao.

Seeing the direction he pointed, Luo Chong nodded secretly. From here to the southeast, that is the direction of the lower reaches of the Liuyang River. These two rivers seem to be connected, and they should merge into one big river in the end.

The terrain here is full of mountains on the south side, like a high barrier, gathering all the water here, which explains why the newcomers who joined in late autumn all went to Liuyang County from the south.

And to the northwest of this open water area is a large area of ​​mountain forests, many giant trees are half soaked in water, and look like a swamp from a distance.

While traveling on the road, Luo Chong called the commander on another ship. It was a young man from the Eagle Clan who was responsible for contacting the flying eagle. After hearing Luo Chong's call, he picked up a bone flute hanging around his neck and blew a sharp whistle, intermittently and rhythmically. Not long after, a giant eagle appeared in the sky and circled over everyone's heads.

Luo Chong was not idle for half a day. He took out his small notebook and a portable brush made of bamboo tube, dipped it in river water and wrote a letter to Ying Rui who stayed in Hanyang City, telling him that the plan went well and that he had encountered a tribe of a thousand people, which might be conquered, and asked him to prepare to receive them in Hanyang City.

After writing the letter, Luo Chong rolled up the paper and stuffed it into a bamboo tube as thick as his arm, sealed it with animal skin and rope, and then stood on the boat and held the bamboo tube high.

The giant eagle in the sky also cooperated very well. It immediately swooped down, flapped its wings to slow down until it was above everyone's head, and finally grabbed the bamboo tube and flew into the sky again, flying towards the direction of the Han tribe.

The people on the boat felt like a dark cloud was pressing down on them. The big bird just now was too big. Although its size was not as abnormal as many terror birds, its wingspan was eight or nine meters, enough to cover the entire boat, which really scared the girl and Nian Mao on the boat.

However, seeing that the eagle was actually summoned by Luo Chong, the two of them couldn't help but look at Luo Chong with a higher opinion. This tribe could actually tame animals.

But Nianmao was interested in more than that. He was more concerned about the paper and brush Luo Chong had just used, as well as the words Luo Chong had written.

As a tribe that had already lit up the planting technology point, Nianmao's knowledge and thinking were relatively "advanced". He had his own opinions on many things that others could not understand.

"What was that just now?" Nianmao asked Luo Chong curiously.

"Paper, pen, Chinese characters, letter." Luo Chong replied simply.

This is the difference between the Han tribe. After a simple exchange and guess, Nianmao has made a new judgment. The language level of the Han tribe is very advanced, because they have given different names to everything, and can be replaced by corresponding Chinese characters.

This is definitely a top-level language, which is many times stronger than the Nian tribe's calling this and that all day long.

If you go to call that person and do that to that thing

, if you are not with them day and night, who can understand it? This is the problem of language not evolving to the right level, but the strength of the Han tribe is that Chinese can call out the name of anything, and no longer need to call this and that.

In addition, the Han tribes also invented symbols corresponding to the language, and they can even be used to transmit messages between the two places. This is even more amazing. At this time, Nian Mao's heart was filled with admiration and fear.

This tribe must be very powerful. By the way, these people's tribe can also produce white salt by themselves, and their clothes look like they are woven with many fine silks, which makes people feel even more powerful.

The fleet of ten boats continued to move southeast for half a morning, and then under the command of Nian Mao, the fleet bypassed a mountain and finally came to a river with cliffs on both sides and unfathomable water levels.

It can't even be called a river here. Even if it is a river, it is reasonable.

When the fleet was traveling at about three o'clock in the afternoon, between the continuous cliffs on both sides, Luo Chong finally saw the place where the rocks collapsed. The river channel was indeed blocked here.

When Luo Chong commanded the fleet to come to the front, he climbed up a huge fallen rock and looked down. He saw that the riverbed in the distance, which should have been a river valley, was now completely exposed and covered with dense cracks.

"When the upstream flooded, the water source downstream was cut off, and the resulting drought must have been very serious." Luo Chong stood on the boulder and sighed. There was no telling how many plants and animals died of thirst in the downstream area.

However, there were some shiny things on the cracked riverbed in the distance that attracted Luo Chong's attention.

(End of this chapter)