Chapter 207: Nine out of Ten
Since the sixth generation of leaders established the marriage system, the long-standing primitive group marriage state in which children knew their mother but not their father has come to an end.
It was also from then on that the men in the tribe began to pay attention to the continuation of their own bloodline, and the situation of women and children being raised in groups gradually disappeared.
On the road to the east, such ideas had not yet sprouted, or the conditions during the migration did not allow such ideas to sprout.
Once settled down, especially after the houses were built and a new batch of babies were born, small families were born like bamboo shoots after rain, with the family as the unit and the house as the support.
The fifth Xuan was the first to observe this situation keenly, because with the birth of the family form, the inevitable result was: private ownership.
The Fire Tribe has always been a purely public ownership system, and no item is private.
People work from sunrise to sunset, picking or hunting, and no matter what they get, they will give it to the tribe in the end and then distribute it equally.
Everyone agrees with this situation, and people will not hide anything. Occasionally, if someone catches something good, they will first present it to the witch.
But after the family situation was born, some people began to throw two fish into their yard when they passed by their homes on their way back from fishing.
At the beginning, it naturally did not attract too many people's attention, but slowly, people began to follow suit, and many people would bring one back when they went home.
When they ate, they still gathered around the totem fire and ate with the whole tribe. Those fish that stayed at home were just afraid that hunger would come again.
Diwu Xuan noticed it early, but he did not rush to stop it. Instead, he wanted to observe how far this situation would develop and whether private ownership would germinate completely.
He did not want to stop it, but the warrior who managed the warehouse did not dare to let it happen.
One day when the warriors came to hand in the fish they caught, he stopped the hunting warrior from taking one of them.
"Why?"
the warrior asked in confusion.
"The storage in the warehouse is too small, and no one can take it. From today on, no one is allowed to take it."
The warrior who managed the warehouse explained.
"I caught the fish myself, why can't I take it away?"
The warrior asked dissatisfiedly.
After asking this question, the warrior himself was stunned for a moment, and the warriors who were queuing up behind him to hand in their fish also whispered to each other.
"Well... hunting, gathering, fishing, all have to be handed in, it has always been like this."
said the warrior guarding the warehouse.
"But this is what I hunted myself, and my wife said that I should cook fish soup for the children tonight."
The warrior was not prepared to follow the rules. It was not that he had to break the rules, but some policies did not keep up with the change in living style.
In the past, when women and children lived together, the tribe would make some midnight snacks for the children, for those whose mothers did not have enough milk.
But since many people have lived alone as families, if the children are hungry at night and the mothers do not have enough milk, there is no way to solve it, and they can only go to the women and children to ask for it.
This is not only troublesome, but the children will also cry for a while because of hunger, and the parents are distressed.
This warrior's family has this kind of situation, so he would bring back a fish every day after hunting. It's a habit, and he was naturally unhappy when someone suddenly stopped him today.
"You can go to the women and children's place to get fish soup in the evening, but you can't take it here."
The warrior who manages the warehouse is very stubborn, mainly because the increase in the warehouse in the past two days is frighteningly small, so he has to be strict.
"You are allowed to take it on weekdays, but I think you are trying to make things difficult for me today."
The warrior was tired after hunting outside all day, and wanted to go home to see his wife and children, but he was delayed here. He was in a bad mood and his temper was a little bit up.
"If you are unreasonable, I will ask the leader to decide."
The warrior who manages the warehouse is not afraid of him. They are all totem warriors, and at most they will just fight.
Hearing that he was looking for the leader, the man dared not to be tough anymore, but he was still dissatisfied in his heart and stood there angrily.
He didn't move, so the people behind him urged him, some spoke to him, and some asked him not to break the rules.
Diwu Xuan watched quietly from a distance, and judged the voices of the tribesmen by the expressions of the people behind him.
Most of the warriors following behind did not say anything. In their opinion, everything should be done according to the requirements of the leader and the witch, and there is no need to make decisions on their own.
Those who asked the warriors to abide by the rules were mostly warriors like team leaders, who abided by the tribal rules more.
Those who asked for compromise mostly had wives and children at home.
"Sure enough, the emergence of private ownership must start from the family."
Diwu Xuan murmured in the totem fire.
"What are you looking at?"
The wolf totem came over and asked him.
She looked at the somewhat chaotic team with great curiosity.
Usually the prey was handed in very quickly, what happened today?
"It seems that the rules will be changed in the future."
Diwu Xuan said, and asked the little turtle to walk to the side of the warrior guarding the warehouse.
Seeing the Fire Totem coming over, everyone looked at him, and all kinds of greetings were inevitable. The little turtle pounded his ground, which was considered a greeting.
The little turtle pushed away the hunting warrior, stood in front, and took all the fish caught by the warrior, a total of thirteen.
"Ba Xia, give him one."
Diwu Xuan said.
Ba Xia used his claws to pry open one and handed it to the warrior.
The warrior took it with fear and trepidation, and hurriedly knelt beside him to thank him.
The little turtle waved his hand to let him go, and waved for the second person to come forward.
The man had much more fish than the first warrior. The Fifth Xuan counted them and found a total of twenty-six.
"Give him two."
The Fifth Xuan said.
The little turtle did as he was told, but during the process, he saw a fish he liked and swallowed it.
"This will not be the case next time. You can eat as you like after the distribution."
The Fifth Xuan immediately said to him.
He was afraid that the little turtle's behavior would lead these people to think that as long as there was a fish that the little turtle liked, they could get an extra fish.
In fact, the Fifth Xuan's way of distribution was very simple. He took one out of ten, and the extra fish did not count.
If there were more than ten, he would give one to the warrior. If there were more than twenty, he would give two to the warrior. The number would increase in sequence, and the odds would not count.
After distributing like this for a while, the management warrior next to him finally figured out the trick and knelt on the ground to ask the Fifth Xuan if it was the way to distribute it. If so, he could do it for him.
Diwu Xuan let the little turtle pat his head, praising him for not being too stupid, and stepped aside.
The warrior began to distribute according to the way of the Fifth Xuan, ten to one, twenty to two, one by one.
Some warriors did not want it, so they passed it back, but the warrior guarding the warehouse did not dare to take it, but looked at the Fifth Xuan.
Seeing the little turtle nodded, he took it and put it in the warehouse.
In this way, from this day on, the Fire Tribe changed the handover of prey from all to nine out of ten.
People also heard that this rule was set by the totem, and it was recognized by many people.
Those who had children came to the totem fire to dance a sacrificial dance to express their gratitude.