Chapter 9 KO Dali
The elders were somewhat helpless about this. Originally, recruiting Luo Chong into the hunting team was a special case, but now this kid wanted to run for the leader again. However, thinking of the terror bird he caught yesterday and the new food in the water, if he could really defeat Dali, maybe it would be nice to let him be the leader.
In this way, in the surprised eyes of the tribesmen, Luo Chong and Dali walked to the middle of the field.
Dali looked down at Luo Chong, who was just up to his chest, with his eyes full of confidence and disdain, while Du'er and Shouya were somewhat sympathetic. The friends watching were cheering for Luo Chong.
Dali spread his legs and squatted slightly, taking a non-standard horse stance, waiting for Luo Chong to come to him. Luo Chong did not hesitate and rushed to Dali quickly. Just as Dali grinned with disdain, Luo Chong suddenly jumped up, stepped on Dali's slightly bent thigh with his left foot, grabbed Dali's hair with both hands, and bent his right leg to hit Dali's chin hard.
Bang!
Before everyone could react, Dali fell on his back on the ground, rolling left and right on the ground and groaning. The friends were stunned for a moment. Duer and Beast Fang's eyeballs almost popped out. The elder's fingers were trembling slightly, and the cripple sat directly on the ground.
You know, Dali is the strongest warrior in their tribe. Even if he loses, he won't be defeated in seconds, and his opponent is still an underage child.
And the child Luo Chong was silently pretending to be stupid, laughing proudly in his heart, haha, as a person from the 21st century, only fools would compete with you in strength. You know, the chin is a vital part of the human body. If it is hit hard, it will faint directly. You can still lie on the ground and hum, which is already amazing.
The elder was very excited. He felt that something big might happen in the tribe. Maybe this young man would lead the tribe to become stronger and stronger, so that the entire tribe would no longer be hungry, no longer cold, and no longer threatened by other tribes. There was no basis for this, just an intuition from the heart.
Luo Chong defeated Dali and won the position of leader. The tribe members all agreed. No one looked down on him because of his young age, as if this was the way it should be. Because Luo Chong brought them too many miracles in the past two days, the tribe members had some inexplicable admiration.
Dali was still shaking his dizzy head, while the elder picked up the broken feather crown and looked at Luo Chong, who was a little bit at a loss.
The token of the leader that had been passed down for who knows how many generations was gone. This was really embarrassing. What would happen to the image of the new leader? It would be very embarrassing if other tribes saw it.
But he didn't expect Luo Chong to deliberately break the feather crown. Just kidding, let him wear a circle of feathers on his head. Is this to become a non-chief? It is said that non-chiefs have very bad luck. He doesn't want to wear that thing, not to mention that it is green, absolutely not on his head.
Dali slowed down, stood up unsteadily, obviously still unconvinced, and rushed towards Luo Chong amid the exclamations of the crowd. Two big hands that could easily grab Luo Chong's head grabbed him first. Luo Chong frowned and was a little angry. How could he not afford to lose? He was angry out of shame.
When Dali rushed to the front, Luo Chong grabbed Dali's two fingers with his backhand and broke them forward with force.
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a scream from Dali, Luo Chong grabbed Dali's fingers with one hand, turned sideways and went behind Dali, and kicked Dali in the leg. Dali fell to the ground and was subdued by Luo Chong. As long as he struggled, Luo Chong's force of twisting his fingers would increase.
Within two minutes, a strong man like Dali had to succumb to the pain of Luo Chong twisting his fingers, begging for mercy with snot and tears. It was too painful. With two fingers twisted, the whole arm was powerless. It felt like something in the arm was about to be torn off, and it didn't bleed. What the hell was going on?
Luo Chong let go of the big fool with tears streaming down his face, and let him study how to twist his fingers by himself, and then looked down at the tribesmen around him.
The tribesmen had dull expressions, and were intimidated by Luo Chong's powerful force. No one dared to stand up and oppose.
The elder was very discerning and handed a few feathers to Luo Chong, but the new leader didn't take them and turned back into the cave.
The crowd became noisy again. The naughty children were cheering to celebrate the first time that they, as minors, defeated adults. Several main players of the hunting team gathered around Dali and cracked their fingers to study why it hurt so much. The women discussed where they had seen vines and asked the leader to teach them how to weave a few backpacks when they came back in the evening. The elder stared at the cave with a complicated look, and no one knew what he was thinking.
At this time, the new leader appeared in front of everyone again with a new look.
Luo Chong was wearing a simple deerskin coat with a cross front and a snakeskin belt tied tightly around his waist. The biggest highlight was his head, or more accurately, his hairstyle.
The long black hair was tied up in a bun on the top of the head, and the root of the hair was fixed with a headband made of snake skin, and a hairpin made of the thin bones of a terror bird was inserted on it. There was still some immaturity on the clean and tidy face, but the eyes were mature beyond the age. This style immediately made the broken feather crown look inferior.
Tying hair is a new style after Luo Chong's careful consideration. This tradition has been followed by the Chinese nation for thousands of years. It is said that it started from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, or even earlier. In the earliest times, it actually had no special meaning. The reason was very simple. The early farming people began to tie their hair because it was inconvenient to farm with their hair loose, so this was also one of the important symbols of the Han people who mainly engaged in farming.
Of course, in fact, these were all excuses Luo Chong made for himself. As a real modern man, he also wanted to cut his hair short, but he didn't have scissors. He had to do this, otherwise it would be inconvenient to work. The most important thing was that he didn't want to wear the feather crown.
The new leader's capable style immediately attracted the tribesmen. Under the starry eyes of the tribesmen, Luo Chong walked into the crowd.
There was no long inaugural speech, and no one could understand it even if they did. They only cared about how much food they could store before the snow fell, how many children would be born this fall, how many would survive, and how many meals of meat they could eat in the winter.
The sun had risen, the morning mist had dissipated, and Luo Chong, as the new leader, began to arrange today's work.
The hunting team went out hunting, but Luo Chong would not go with them today. He had other things to do, and no one objected to this, because he was the boss now.
The gathering team was re-adjusted. There were now 15 adult women in the tribe, 6 of whom were pregnant, and the remaining 9 plus the cripple made a total of 10 people, but Luo Chong only sent 8 women to gather today.
Now that they had backpacks, they didn't need the cripple to protect them. Each person could hold a stick, and they didn't ask for hunting, but they could still protect themselves. Don't underestimate the fighting power of women, especially primitive women. Those who dare to underestimate these women are fools, and their strength is much greater than that of today's people.
Six pregnant women stayed behind to look after the house and take care of the two or three-year-old kids, while the older kids went to pull weeds.
The remaining woman took the two boys and was arranged by Luo Chong to go fishing, leaving behind a cripple who was unable to move. Luo Chong planned to give him another ideal.
Thinking about this man who vowed to spend his whole life grinding out a stone basin, Luo Chong felt that he was very pitiful.
In order to leave a stone basin for the tribe, even if he could not use it in his lifetime, he was still silently paying. Therefore, Luo Chong planned to let him specialize in pottery in the future.
Pottery is actually very simple. As long as you don't pursue good looks, you can just pick up some clay from the river, that is, clay, and you can burn black pottery. It is not beautiful, but very practical.
Everyone had work to do, but the cripple did not get the task, and seemed a little frustrated, but he didn't want to be idle, so he took out the semi-finished stone basin again and started grinding it. Children know how to pull weeds, and as an adult, you have to contribute to the tribe, otherwise you will not be qualified to eat the food brought by others.
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