Chapter 473 Sand Table Replay (5,000 chapters, please vote and subscribe)
Nian Mao walked towards the formation of the Han tribe carefully, but he didn't dare to get too close. Finally, he stopped at the place where the man was shot down, and began to shout to Luo Chong and others.
"People over there, return our sacrifices, that is, the two children and the woman behind."
Everyone in the Han tribe: ""
Obviously, no one could understand Nian Mao's words. Oh no, there is an exception, that is the girl standing next to Luo Chong who was used as a sacrifice.
When she heard the shouting of her tribal leader, she was immediately terrified and retreated repeatedly in fear, but when she saw Luo Chong who was stepping on the strange weapon and reloading the crossbow arrows next to her, the girl seemed to have found support.
She hurriedly walked to Luo Chong's side, grabbed Luo Chong's sleeve and shook it, then pointed at Nian Mao outside the formation, and then pointed at herself and the two children, and shook her head.
Now Luo Chong understood roughly that the leader of the tribe wanted to take back the sacrifices, and the girl said she didn't want to go back.
Well, it's easy to understand.
Luo Chong patted her hands, telling her not to be afraid, and then handed the crossbow to a tribe member holding a flag next to him, pushed away the people in the formation with his hands, and walked out alone.
Nian Mao was a little surprised to see the young man walking out. The leader of the other side looked very young, probably just an adult, with a face full of immaturity, but his eyes were mature beyond his age.
The boy was wearing a long black coat, with a collar that intersected on the left and right with golden red fox fur turned outward, a pair of thick-soled deerskin high boots on his feet, and a palm-wide leather belt with a golden bronze buckle on the waist. There was also a bone handle hanging on the side of the leather belt. It was hard to tell what the purpose of it was, but the appearance was also very gorgeously decorated. Even on the top of the boy's head, there was a golden hair ornament that tied all the hair into it.
This gorgeous shape instantly blinded everyone in the Nian tribe. Even the leader of the Nian tribe, Nian Mao, only wore thicker and more animal skins. His long hair was tied tightly with a leather rope, and only a string of bone ornaments was dangling on his forehead. The weapon in his hand was a wooden spear that looked like it had been patinated. The spear head was made of animal bones and had many forks. The main spear in the middle was the longest and looked like a heritage item, but it was not very practical.
When Luo Chong walked ten steps in front of Nian Mao, he stopped and began to reason with him with gestures.
"We won't return those three people. Since you threw them away, they are discarded items. If we pick them up, they belong to us.
Also, this land is ours now. We want to rest here. Don't disturb us. Otherwise, we will be like this hanging branch."
Luo Chong made a gesture. When everyone in the Zhan tribe looked at the branch, he slowly pulled out the long sword "Tian Zi Fury" from his waist. With a wave of his hand, the branch broke and fell between the two people. The small icicles frozen on it also broke directly.
"Do you understand?" Luo Chong put the sword back into the sheath.
Everyone in the Zhan tribe didn't dare to breathe. Zhan Mao frowned slightly. The young leader in front of him was very crazy and domineering. He didn't care about reason at all, but he did have the capital to be rampant. Whether it was manpower or weapons, he couldn't compare with the young tribe. Strength was the basis of fair negotiation. The difference in strength between the two sides was not called negotiation, but notification and being notified. Dare not listen? I'll beat you up, do you believe it?
Luo Chong didn't care whether the other party understood or not. He showed off his sharp weapon and went back directly. He was so confident that he didn't even need to look back, because if someone behind him wanted to harm him, the dozens of bows and arrows in the opposite array would be able to shoot that person into a hedgehog.
Luo Chong went back. After all this trouble, it was already afternoon. He disbanded the array, dispersed all the crossbowmen to the surrounding area for alert, and then ordered the others to start cleaning the camp, collecting dry firewood, digging some snow to make fire and cook. After two days of camping, they could finally eat hot food today, and everyone seemed very happy to work.
The people of the Nian tribe not far away did not dare to come over or leave. They just watched from a distance, watching what these uninvited guests wanted to do.
Nian Mao also felt very aggrieved and frustrated. After all, he was the chief of a tribe of a thousand people, but a child who had just grown up stood in front of him and showed off his power. But he didn't dare to resist. He hated himself a little because he was scared when he faced Luo Chong just now.
He and the old witch of the tribe sat cross-legged in an animal skin tent, with thick hay and animal skins under their buttocks, and in the middle was a fire pit dug on the spot, with firewood burning slowly and slowly.
The two sat opposite each other, neither of them spoke, but the tent was not quiet, with people often coming in and out, constantly reporting "military intelligence".
"Chief, witch, the group of people at the foot of the mountain are not running around, they tied ropes to the surrounding trees and formed a big circle, and their people are all in that circle."
"Chief, the group of people started to clean the ground and collect firewood, and they have already lit a fire, as if they are going to cook."
"Chief, they have set up several tents, and there are people in the circle holding weapons and watching outside."
After waiting for a while, the person who came back from the reconnaissance brought back good news.
"Chief, some people from that group came out to find us and said they can save the man who was shot in the leg. If you don't want that man to die, carry him to them."
Hearing this, Nian Mao and the witch, who had been silent all the time, looked at each other and saw the meaning in each other's eyes. It seemed that the other party did not have to be enemies with their tribe, so
"Chief, who are they? How can they have such powerful weapons? Oh, and there are things that can float on the water and carry many people. If we have that thing, maybe we can leave this mountain. In this way, even if the water rises higher and floods the entire mountain, we don't have to worry."
The old witch put forward his own opinion, wondering if this idea is feasible.
Nian Mao's eyes lit up when he heard it. Yes, if he could get that kind of thing, of course, he knew it was impossible. Besides, even if he gave them all the boats, they would have to know how to use them.
However, since the other party did not intend to be an enemy, then maybe they could cooperate. His tribe gave some benefits and asked these people to take everyone in his tribe away and leave the island.
But what benefits?
Zhanmao's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about the feasibility of the plan. Finally, he opened his eyes, a flash of light passed by, and he immediately made up his mind.
"Wu is right, maybe we can talk to them and ask them to take us away from this dead mountain. I will go to see the leader in person once more."
On the other side of the mountainside, there were several triangular tents with white woolen cloth. The supports were branches and saplings cut on the spot, and the woolen cloth was loaded on the boat in advance. Inside the tent was a long fire pit dug with a military shovel. There were some branches on both sides to make supports for roasting the wet animal skin clothes.
The girl who was used as a sacrifice, as well as the two boys and girls, were sitting in Luo Chong's tent. The ground was covered with thick antelope skins. The three naked people were huddled together, sharing Luo Chong's bear skin cloak, and on the rack beside the fire pit, the clothes of the three of them were roasted.
There was still snow on the mountain, and the wood was a little wet, so it was not easy to burn. However, Luo Chong and his men brought tung oil, so they just sprinkled some on it and slowly dried the surrounding firewood. The only difference was that the smell of burning tung oil was a bit unpleasant.
Not long after, Luo Chong brought in a large bowl of meat porridge from outside, along with a small spoon that he had cut temporarily. It didn't look very good, but it was usable. He handed it directly to the girl, and pointed at the two children who were sitting with her, staring at each other, indicating that this was food for the three of them.
The girl took the porridge nervously, and then learned how to use the spoon under Luo Chong's demonstration. After tasting the meat porridge with a light salty taste, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up. She was familiar with the things in it. There was the same rice as the sticky tribe, dried meat, and the taste of salty stones. This was a rare good thing. I didn't expect these people to have it too, and they actually had rice!
Did they also grow food?
Just as the girl was thinking, two gurgling sounds were heard next to her. It was the sound of the two children swallowing their saliva.
The two children were hungry.
Luo Chong walked out of the tent, looked at the little clan leaders who were looking far away everywhere, and asked.
"Can you still see the terrain around here? Can you find the place where the rocks collapsed last summer?"
"This, chief, I can't find it. Even this mountain is half flooded. The familiar places around are almost flooded. I can't see it." The patriarch of the Hua clan was the first to spread his hands and said helplessly. The other small patriarchs also nodded quickly.
Luo Chong couldn't help but frowned. It turned out that he had brought a few useless rubbish with him, wasting food in vain. Seeing that spring was getting closer and closer, the problem of the barrier lake could not be solved until now. He didn't need to work for the whole year and just moved.
At this time, a group of people came out again from the place where the people of the Nian tribe appeared just now. They were all in a large group, but they all stopped in the distance. Only the leader of the Nian tribe came over with a few people. Behind him, there were a few people who were carrying the wounded man with arrows.
"Leader, the people of that tribe came to treat the wounded. There are six men, one of whom is wounded. Let them in?" A sentry archer came to report to Luo Chong.
"Well, bring them over, but search them first. They are not allowed to carry weapons. Hand over the weapons and return them when you leave." Luo Chong nodded and instructed, and suddenly thought that if this group of people had been living in this mountain, they might know the terrain nearby. Letting them assist the actions of the Han tribe would be twice the result with half the effort.
In this way, Luo Chong attached more importance to the communication with this tribe. When Nian Mao and his men came to Luo Chong, Luo Chong no longer put on an arrogant face, and Nian Mao also had something to ask of the Han tribe. Both sides seemed very sincere in this meeting.
The sturdy man who was shot by an arrow was still crying out in pain, his face was pale, partly because he had lost a lot of blood, and partly because it hurt. Although Luo Chong's arrow didn't hurt his bones, the wound that penetrated his entire thigh was still not a minor injury. If it was summer, he would have died easily.
This guy was carried to Luo Chong and put on the ground. He looked at Luo Chong with some resentment, but still didn't say a word. It should be that his leader had told him something in advance.
Luo Chong naturally wouldn't treat this kind of injury, so he called a tribe member with the surname She, who was originally from the Snake Tribe. The Snake Tribe was good at medicine, which was equivalent to Shennong, who tasted hundreds of herbs under Luo Chong. They had an innate talent for the use of some natural herbs, so Luo Chong deliberately asked them to develop in this direction and find more herbs for the Han Tribe.
This time, they happened to bring a doctor from the Snake Tribe. Ordinary external injuries are still easy to treat in their hands. With the shell disinfection, debridement, and bandaging techniques taught by Luo Chong, plus the powder they developed themselves, they removed the arrow for the man in a short while, cleaned the wound with warm water, applied medicine, and bandaged it with clean linen. As for whether it will be infected, it depends on fate. However, the weather is still relatively cold now, which is suitable for the recovery of the wound.
Seeing his people being properly treated, Nian Mao naturally apologized to Luo Chong, saying that the injury was not Luo Chong's fault. They attacked first, and they also wanted to thank Luo Chong for treating his people.
Luo Chong naturally would not admit that it was his fault. You deserved to be shot. Who asked you to rush over? Not shooting you to death on the spot was already giving you face.
The two sat by an open-air bonfire and communicated with gestures.
After a while, someone brought a bowl of porridge to Luo Chong. Luo Chong gestured and asked Nian Mao if he wanted to try it. He was not polite and really asked for a bowl. He also pointed at the people he brought behind him.
Ha, this guy, he even took advantage of a meal.
Luo Chong couldn't help but despise them in his heart.
In fact, Nian Mao was not so stingy, but their life was really hard. The food and animals that could be eaten in the mountains were getting less and less. Otherwise, they would not think of human sacrifice. Although there are various explanations for this human sacrifice, the most important reason is to reduce one more mouth to eat. Doing so can also reduce some burdens for the tribe. Even if the sacrifice is not successful, it is also beneficial to the tribe. In fact, Nian Mao knew it very well.
But when he also got a bowl of porridge and carefully observed the food in the bowl, Nian Mao was immediately excited because he saw that the bowl was rice. There was no mistake. The Nian tribe was also a rice-growing tribe with a planting history of at least a dozen generations. How could they not recognize the food in this bowl?
The rice in the bowl was slightly different from that of the Nian tribe. The rice of the Nian tribe was round glutinous rice, while the rice of the Han tribe was oval and slightly longer japonica rice.
But it didn't matter, as long as the things of the Han tribe were different from his own. Nian Mao thought so.
So he put down the bowl in his hand, took out a snakeskin bag from his arms and handed it to Luo Chong, and looked very serious, as if there was some rare treasure in the bag.
As a result, when Luo Chong saw it clearly, he was immediately shocked. It turned out to be a bag of rice, without shelling, but it didn't look like the same variety as what he ate.
Luo Chong was very happy to get a new crop again, so he asked people to prepare a return gift. Not long after, someone brought a bag of white salt, which was given to Nian Mao by Luo Chong.
"For me?" Nian Mao didn't want any return gift. He originally just wanted to trade with seeds and farming techniques so that Luo Chong's fleet could send them all away.
But the plan could not keep up with the changes. He did not expect that the Han tribe also planted rice.
When he opened the bag, he saw a pile of white powder and was immediately confused. What is this?
Seeing Nianmao's puzzled eyes, Luo Chong had to let him taste it himself.
The result was naturally beyond doubt. He was almost like all the tribes that had tasted the white salt of the Han tribe. He immediately felt like he had found a treasure. He put the salt bag in his arms and hugged it tightly against his chest.
However, there was no way to continue to negotiate the conditions at the moment, so Nianmao could only hope that Luo Chong would be easier to talk to.
"That, what is it?" In the afterglow of the setting sun, Nianmao pointed to the 23 wooden boats on the shore and asked Luo Chong.
"Boat." Luo Chong only replied with one word.
Nianmao repeated this newly learned term several times, and then asked again.
"Can these boats take us away?" He continued to speak and gesture.
After Luo Chong understood, he thought about it and realized that it would not be enough to transport them in one or two trips, and now time was getting tighter and tighter, so he had no time to send all the boats out to transport people for the Nian tribe.
"No, we have other things to do, very important things."
"Oh? What are they?" Nian Mao asked curiously.
"The water level is rising, let's make the water go back." Luo Chong gestured.
This time it was Nian Mao's turn to be surprised. It turned out that this group of people came here because of the rising water. However, when they encountered the same problem, the Han tribe's solution was completely different from theirs. One was to offer sacrifices to the gods, and the other was to rely on themselves to make the river water go back.
Nian Mao admired Luo Chong's statement, but was it possible to succeed?
Luo Chong knew that he would definitely not believe it and did not understand what to do, so he asked someone to fetch a bucket of water and send it over. He himself drew the short knife from his waist and began to dig on the ground.
Luo Chong made a simple sand table with a river and a mountain in it. After people brought the water, he began to have people slowly pour water in the "upstream" position. The water slowly flowed along the "river channel", and everything was safe and sound.
Then Luo Chong suddenly asked to increase the amount of water to simulate a mountain torrent. Then, when the "flood" rushed through the "valley" between the two mountains, Luo Chong pushed down a "mountaintop", and the falling mud blocked the river, but the water flow in the "upstream" did not stop, so the water became more and more, and finally formed a barrier lake.
In the small puddle in the sand table, there was a half-flooded pile of soil. Luo Chong pointed to the pile of soil and then pointed to the mountain where they were.
Suddenly, Nian Mao's eyes suddenly lit up, because he understood. Although they didn't speak the language, Luo Chong's 3D reproduction of the sand table made Nian Mao, who witnessed all this, suddenly understand the cause of the current dilemma.
Then, Luo Chong took another leaf and pointed to the boats on the shore. Nian Mao also nodded in understanding. He had understood the rules of the sand table game. This leaf represented those boats.
Then Luo Chong took the leaf and went downstream to the "island". After that, the boat circled nearby and finally found the collapsed mountain. Then Luo Chong pushed away the mud blocking the mountain. The water that had been accumulated for a long time found a place to vent again. The water level began to drop rapidly and finally turned into a river again.
Luo Chong threw away the leaf, washed his hands, and said seriously.
"We, find that place, open it, and restore the river."
(End of this chapter)
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