Sang Yang never knew that Jiang Xue looked gentle and lovely, but once she made up her mind about something, even ten oxen couldn't pull her back.
That night, he stayed awake all night listening to the sound of the flute coming from the bamboo house.
But the next morning, when he looked at the warm sunlight shining on the river and the woman who kept him awake at night appeared by the river again, his heart was touched again.
He walked towards her slowly, but this time, Jiang Xue was obviously prepared. She quickly turned around, gave him a sweet smile, and walked past him.
He just stood there in a daze.
There seemed to be her body fragrance in the air. He wanted to hug her tightly, but the ruthless mountain wind blew over, and the originally faint body fragrance dissipated in an instant.
He didn't know how he got out of the Snake Tribe. Until he returned to the Bashan Tribe, his heart was still on Jiang Xue, and he was still thinking about the encounter that morning that dealt him a fatal blow.
The old patriarch of the Bashan tribe noticed his abnormality at the first moment, but he could not get a single word out of him.
Finally, with the help of the old patriarch's indirect inquiries, some information was found out from the people around him.
But when he learned that Sang Yang was so distraught because of a woman, the old patriarch actually burst into laughter.
His hearty voice resounded throughout the Bashan tribe: "Well, you are worthy of being my son, Sang Nong. On this point, follow my lead!"
One obvious difference between the Bashan tribe and other tribes is that the children not only know who their biological mother is, but they also know who their biological father is.
They are not like other tribes where they can become a casual couple as long as the woman agrees. Even after a woman gives birth to a child, not only does she not know the child's biological father, she herself does not even know who the father is.
Just like in the Snake Tribe, when Ayun gave birth to Xiao Muzi, Jiang Xue asked her who the father of the child was. She was vague and gave the names of three people.
The Bashan people are a rare tribe that practices monogamy, and children are raised by both husband and wife.
This, in the eyes of other tribes, is simply an anomaly.
It is also not conducive to the development of tribal population.
However, Sang Nong knew clearly that since he changed the tribe's policy, the number of people in the tribe had not decreased, but had increased a lot.
Facing Sang Nong's question, a trace of melancholy flashed across Sang Yang's face: "But, Dad, she has someone she likes."
If I have to blame someone, I can only blame myself for meeting the right person at the wrong time.
"Sang Yang, this matter is neither your fault nor the other party's. You can compete fairly with that man. As you are a descendant of my dignified Bashan tribe, as long as you move him with your sincerity, he will definitely fall into your arms."
Sang Yang looked at his father, and Sang Nong said again, "I believe in your judgment. There are so many women in our tribe, but you don't like any of them. This woman from the Snake Tribe must be a beauty."
He looked at the pottery bowls and backpacks that Sang Yang brought back, "I guess these pottery bowls were also made by that woman, right?"
Sang Yang nodded. "Yes, the pottery bowl was indeed made by her. Moreover, she can also play a bamboo instrument." He said, "She calls that instrument a flute."
When he thought of the night before he left, when Jiang Xue had been playing the flute in the bamboo house for half the night, the long, melodious sound of the flute, like weeping and complaining, completely disrupted his long-silent heart.
He then thought of a toy they had made from snail shells, and said with even greater joy, "Oh, by the way, the children of the Snake Tribe all play a game called hopscotch. I've been trying to learn it from them these past few days, and I plan to teach it to the children in the tribe."
"Oh?" Sang Nong looked at him in surprise. "Sang Yang, can you really let her go by doing this?"
Let her go?
Sang Yang shook his head: "I don't know either."
"Child, since you can't let her go, I support you in pursuing her."
Sang Nong's eyes were fixed on the baskets.
They are a seaside tribe, and their daily food, clothing, housing and transportation are inseparable from the sea.
They made their homes on the reefs and dried salt on the beach. The tribe's animal skins were exchanged for salt from other tribes.
The sea has given them everything they need for life, and their hearts are as broad as the sea.
"Isn't it just a rival, Sang Yang? I support you to defeat him and bring that beautiful woman back to show Dad."
Sang Yang was particularly moved by Sang Nong's words. He looked at him seriously and said, "Dad, is this really possible?"
That was the woman he had dreamed of. As long as he could become her partner, he was willing to swear by the sea that he would treat her well for the rest of his life and would only be good to her.
"There are no cowards among us Bashan people. Just do what you want to do. As for the rest, your father will support you!"
After hearing this from his father, Sang Yang packed his luggage without any hesitation.
He threw away his favorite shell necklace and erased the white stripes on his face that symbolized his status as the young patriarch of the Bashan tribe.
For the first time, he put on a fur coat like the people of the Snake Tribe, carried a basket with the beautiful shells he had collected for her, and walked firmly towards the tribe of the woman he had been thinking about day and night.
It took them twelve days to walk from the Snake Tribe back to the Bashan Tribe.
But it only took him ten days to return to the Snake Tribe from the Bashan Tribe alone.
However, in just over twenty days, the Snake Tribe changed again.
Outside their tribe, there was something he didn't recognize, with huge clouds of smoke rising from it.
Next to this thing, they built another long shed, which contained some strange boxy things.
Sang Yang's figure appeared in the Snake Tribe again, alarming everyone in the Snake Tribe.
Someone ran out of the tribe holding a spear that emitted a dazzling light. From a distance, he pointed the spear at him and shouted, "Who are you and what are you doing in our Snake Tribe?"
Sang Yang had a good memory. He knew the person who said this. He grinned and shouted, "Xiaopang, I'm Sang Yang. Don't you remember me? A few days ago, we were jumping over the house!"
Xiaopang was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and stared at him for a long time before he was sure it was him: "Brother Sangyang, why are you back again?"
Sang Yang patted the basket on his back and said, "I'm here to give the Snow Witch some shells."
He carried these shells carefully all the way, and even when he walked, he didn't dare take too big steps, for fear of bumping them. When he presented them to the Snow Witch, they would not be the most perfect and beautiful shells.
He walked up to Xiaopang, looked at the thing that was emitting black smoke and asked him: "Xiaopang, what are you doing?"
Xiaopang put down his weapon and looked at him proudly: "We are making iron!"
iron?
Sang Jian frowned and looked at the gun in his hand again: "Is the iron you are talking about the thing in your hand?"
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