Usually, there are not many tree people going out to trade, so the elders usually arrange two tree people.
But this time, because she wanted to take a few little tree people to broaden their horizons, Irene specially brought a few more tree people, including Amos and Allen. They are both warriors of the tree people and have high combat power. Irene specially called them to protect the little tree people.
After gathering the vegetables in the garden together, Irene picked up Lingling and looked in one direction, as if waiting for something.
After a while, Amos and Allen drove a carriage over in an awkward manner.
The carriage was an open-top four-wheeled carriage with a wide shaft that could accommodate two tree men. The carriage was also very large, like a large box without a lid. The four wheels were tall and round, and were turning rapidly.
This carriage was made recently by Amos, Allen and other tribesmen by imitating the human carriage and modifying it according to their own needs. It took a lot of effort.
At this time, the carriage was being pulled by two restless wild horses. They were handsome and strong, and their hooves knocked on the ground impatiently, splashing up clouds of sand.
Lingling was so excited when she saw the big horses for the first time. She slipped out of Irene's arms and rushed towards the two horses excitedly.
Amos and Alan, who hadn't stopped the carriage yet, were so frightened that they hurriedly tightened the reins, fearing that the two fierce horses, which had not yet subsided, would kick Lingling.
Irene, who followed behind, also took a defensive stance.
But who knows...
Lingling trotted over and hugged one of the horse's legs. Not only did the horse not kick her, but it gradually calmed down and no longer stomped on the ground in frustration.
She trotted back and forth between the two big horses. The little one, who was not even as tall as the horse's legs, giggled after being hugged by the horse's legs. The two wild horses also changed their behavior and let her hug them quietly. When Lingling ran to the horse's head, they lowered their heads and rubbed her affectionately.
Seeing this, although the adults were puzzled by the wild horse's abnormality, they finally felt relieved.
Lingling, whose chubby little hand was still holding the horse's leg, jumped up and down excitedly: "Grandma, brother, there's a big horse~"
In the past, she had only heard Uncle Bai talk about the existence of horses, and had also received wooden carved ponies from the uncles, but this was the first time she had seen a horse with her own eyes.
Infected by Lingling's excitement, several brothers who were walking a little slower than her caught up with her and also circled around the horse with great interest.
Alec, who is usually shy, carefully followed his sister's example and went forward to hug the horse's legs.
The two siblings just hugged a horse's leg and laughed foolishly, which made Amos and Allen very satisfied.
They took a lot of effort to catch these two wild horses, and two of them almost broke the tree roots. Fortunately, the children liked them.
After waiting for a while, I saw that the children's excitement had finally calmed down.
Irene stepped forward and picked up Lingling, calling the other little tree people, "Alright, Dama has seen it, come in quickly, we are leaving."
As he said this, he used a branch to climb up the car body and entered the open compartment. He put Lingling on a soft cushion in the corner, told several brothers to keep an eye on Lingling, and went downstairs to move things.
Bags of supplies for trading were placed on the carriage, and the tribesmen who were traveling with them also got into the carriage. Amos and Allen drove the carriage on the road.
As the carriage drove out of the territory of the tree people, it saw a lush green scene. There were huge trees more than ten or twenty meters high. The trees were towering, strong and tall, with leaves of very dark color. Each leaf was bigger than Lingling's small round face, and they were crowded together.
The sunlight could only penetrate through the gaps between the less dense leaves.
Lingling was originally sitting leisurely in the carriage, leaning against her brothers, looking around with her little head raised like a pointer.
Suddenly, her little ears moved.
“Ouch—”
Lingling tugged at her brother with her little hand, "Brother George, there seems to be a little tiger's voice."
Uncle Bai told Lingling about tigers. The voice was so tender, so it must be about a little tiger.
George listened carefully but heard nothing. "Sister, did you hear it wrong? There is no sound."
When the other tree people heard Lingling's words, they also listened carefully, but no one heard it.
"Ouch. Woo."
"Yes!" Lingling was a little anxious. The little tiger's voice sounded weaker and weaker.
She hurriedly got up from the carriage and wanted to go down and look for it herself.
George quickly stopped Lingling, talked to Amos and the others, stopped the carriage, and then took his sister out to look for the little tiger she mentioned.
After getting off the car, Amos was worried about the wild beasts in the forest, so he resolutely walked in front of them, and then asked the five little tree people to protect Lingling and follow behind him.
Lingling directed Amos to the direction of the noise she heard.
"Awoo, woo," the sound Lingling heard became smaller and smaller.
Her short legs moved very quickly.
Finally, after pushing aside the fifth patch of grass, they saw the little tiger Lingling had mentioned.
It was indeed a little tiger, but it was a white winged tiger. It seemed to have been born not long ago, and its paw pads were still pink.
The little winged tiger has a round face and a pair of big ice-blue eyes. Its body is black and white and fluffy. There are arc-shaped, curved black stripes very regularly dotted on the black and white fur. There are two small fleshy wings on its back, which should be wings that have not yet grown.
It might have been attacked by some animal. There was a bloody hole in its stomach and blood was oozing out.
When it saw Amos, it instinctively began to bare its teeth and let out a roaring sound from its throat. However, because it was seriously injured, there was a bit of fear and helplessness in its pretended ferocious expression, and the roar was also very small.
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