The power of Seymour Domo was emptied, the women's resources in the tribe were redistributed, and the men in the tribe did not show any sense of collective honor. They all seemed very happy and started to hunt the beasts harder.
The women in the tribe are more uplifted than men. For the first time, they feel that their status has improved, and they can choose men freely instead of being appointed to someone.
So they are equally serious about digging various wild vegetables, and taking good care of the children in the tribe, just like the simplest animal courtship, whether they are females or males, they must show their own advantages as much as possible to attract better opposite sex. .
This belongs to natural selection, and it is most tragic for males. They must defeat the same kind in order to obtain the opposite sex. The ethnic group continues under such genetic conditions.
The old man who did not kill Seymour Tama was taken care of by Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan as a treasure. Seymour Tama did not want to kill but did not dare to kill.
For those who watch the sky and eat, it is too difficult for young people to live. When the crops are planted, when they are harvested, and how to take care of them at ordinary times are all knowledge or experience.
Kill all the old people, and the ethnic group will be abolished. Only then did Seymour Tama leave a small group of strong old people. They can work when they are not in danger. If they encounter problems that can’t be solved, they will ask for advice. them.
Just like Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan began to love the local elderly when they went to Luzhou, the experienced elderly forecast the weather more accurately than satellite cloud images. Of course, the weather forecast is actually the accumulation of experience. It does not mean that equipment is enough, it must be corresponding. Put the module inside, there are calculation formulas.
"It's going to rain. It's going to be very heavy. It will take at least five days. I said why the sky is so boring." Zhang Xiaobao just got the information from the old people in the tribe. There will be five days of continuous heavy rain.
Wang Juan also has no doubt about this. The local area has always been rainy, otherwise there will be no floods every year. It’s just that the team is going to cross the river for five consecutive days. The Brahmaputra River is not a small water ditch. Swimming in the past is a dream, unless all the luggage is thrown away.
Thinking about this, Wang Juan began to worry, and said: "I hate Zhang Shougui and Yang Sixue a bit. They had many boats before, and they were all destroyed after the assault on many cannibals. Now it’s too late to log the logs. Is it forcing us to run all the way? To the Bay of Bengal and cross the sea?"
"The main reason is that the locals are too poor and backward. Don't you think you can't build a bridge? Use chains or bamboo ropes and lay a board on it. It's so convenient. We can't afford the delay of five days. I Let people ask again, when will it be next? If we can spare ten hours, we will cross the river now."
Zhang Xiaobao has further feelings about the battle for bridges in the war. No wonder there will be countless bombings and guarding bridges in every major war, because shipbuilding is really not an easy and easy job, and the soldiers are very fast.
The old people in the tribe eat well, and new clothes are made for them first. They also don't have much sense of belonging to their tribe.
When I was questioned again, they discussed with each other and came to a roughly accurate conclusion, not six hours, at most four hours, and there will be light rain ahead.
In four hours, more than 15,000 people were sent to the opposite side of the river, including livestock and other luggage. This was a terrifying task.
If it was a war, maybe some people and weapons would be forced to cross the river first, and then they would stay on the other side of the bank, and wait for the river surface to be better, then cover other people to cross the river.
Duoduo obviously doesn't think that the present can pass. He doesn't care about wasting time or anything, as long as he and his people have a better life.
Seymour Tama, who was under control, was a bit gloat. He was not stupid. He couldn't guess how his power was emptied, and he still used the most despicable strategies and methods to keep his own woman no longer owned by him.
He even hoped that there would be a flood, drowning all the Datang people, or a mudslide on the mountain where the camp was set up.
But obviously, he found that the Datang people’s team surveyed the surrounding environment very carefully, whether it was moving or resting, and there would be no danger at all, unless it was a sudden earth movement, and all The place collapsed.
Since the floods and landslides cannot be expected to pose a threat to the Datang people, it is also good to slow their speed. Seeing that the Datang people are unhappy, they will feel comfortable.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan couldn't spare any extra time to consider whether anyone had nasty thoughts. They were calculating what they could do in four hours.
"The time has come to build ships, cross the river, and test us. There is not enough time for ten hours to prepare, only four hours. Who is the elite, then it will be reflected at this moment."
Wang Juan gritted his teeth and made up his mind. The ordinary army of Datang does take ten hours to complete, but the team in his family is not ordinary army of Datang, and must be different.
"I think it's OK." Zhang Xiaobao knew that he should also go out to help, help with the overall planning, for four hours, felling logs, arranging rows, and crossing the river. Everyone had to move.
With an order, the whole team began to run at full speed. Beckham and the others stayed together honestly, didn't walk around or make a sound, and greeted all the children around, taking turns singing, dancing, and telling stories.
Xu Yilong is watching and learning. He knows that the nine little guys are usually very stable, but they are always surprised when they tell stories. The plot in the story deeply attracted the children of the tribe, and the story The environment and humanities in China are also in line with local conditions.
The nine little guys are speaking in the form of relay. One person talks for a few minutes, and then changes to the next person. The plot is continuous.
Xu Yilong couldn't figure it out, so she grabbed Beckham who had just finished telling the story and asked, "Where did you hear your story?"
"Listen? Is it okay for us to make up ourselves? Do you need to learn this kind of story without any connotation? We have succeeded in dealing with the past few hours. Adults are all busy, and children can't run around.
It just so happens that you are all right when you are idle, do you know how to play an instrument? Come here, we will sing improvisedly, and you will be responsible for the accompaniment. Everyone in the team has their own position and value, and the time has come for you to reflect your value. "
When Xiaobei explained to Xu Yilong, it suddenly occurred to him that the other party had nothing to do, so he quickly arranged a job.
Xu Yilong showed a look of embarrassment. He knows musical instruments, and he knows a lot. Huqin, pipa, flute, and "gu" qin, he can play many tunes. But when it comes to impromptu accompaniment, he is confused. He knows what it means, that is, people can find a tune to sing at random, and he must use an instrument to match it.
During the process, there was no practice, and there was no fixed tune. The requirements for the performers were not generally high. Even the girls in Goulan did not have such means, unless they were looking for professional bands in Liyuan.
"I, I'm afraid I won't cooperate well." Xu Yilong said with shame on her face.
"Nor with a tune? What use do you say yourself? I only know what my brother said makes sense." Xiaobei is very dissatisfied. She always feels that she can play whatever she wants and can get it at critical moments. Come out, since you are not good at it, why don't you just follow along instead of studying in normal times
Xu Yilong had no confidence to refute, and blushed and asked, "What did your brother say?"
"I'm not afraid of opponents like gods, but teammates like pigs." Beckham said mercilessly.
"I'm a pig?" Xu Yilong's face turned redder.
Beckham curled his lips: "Don't belittle other pigs. Pigs can swim past. Can you swim? We have to help you. You say you can't shoot a gun. You don't have the strength to move things. You can't even use knives to cook. I understand that painting is not as vivid as sister Xiaozhu, poetry is not as vivid as Xiaoyuan, and calculation is not as good as brother Xiaohai. I didn’t find any organizational ability. I don’t know what words to use to describe you. Is it the legendary family, famous children?"
Xu Yilong only felt hot on her face. He admitted that Xiaobei was right. He didn't have any advantages in such a team, and all the strengths he could show were ruthlessly suppressed by others.
"Well, don't need your accompaniment, can you be a prop, okay?" Beckham is not thinking about how to hit people, but using people, and can only rearrange.
"What props?" Xu Yilong asked, but already nodded. It's not easy for him not to agree. If it doesn't work, it's better to die.
"Have you seen our toys? There are a lot of big heads in them. They look very simple, but if you want to show them completely, you have to match the movements. We tell stories, you take the big heads, follow our story You think about the action on your own, okay?"
Beckham thought about it, and chose the simplest thing to give Xu Yilong to do.
"Do you mean that I was under the command of you?" Xu Yilong obviously didn't want to do this.
"You tell stories, we wear big heads to cooperate with you, okay?" Xiaobei asked.
"Also, let me wear it, and I will try my best to do it well." Xu Yilong has nothing to say, because he can't tell stories. He has decided to change himself, but there is not enough time. Now that something happens, he must cooperate. , Otherwise it would really lose even the last point.
Xiaobei and the others take care of the children. The adults are very fast. They cut trees and weave ropes without stopping. Some people swim with thin threads on their bodies first, and then use thin threads to draw thick threads a little bit.
After waiting for two hours, rows of grids like swimming lanes appeared on the river. The wood drained down and walked along the grids, one by one, and quickly became a pontoon bridge. A simple fixation would allow the brigade. The horses pass.
Before the rain fell in the sky, the heavy weapons were transported there first. After waiting for three and a half hours, the rain began to fall, lightning flashed in the sky, and other luggage began to move.
In four hours, the rain was heavier, and it was the other people walking. The river surface has not yet seen much rise.
Four and a half hours later, the rope that no one continued to reinforce was broken by the river water against the wooden raft. The tribesmen who crossed the river turned their heads and looked around, letting the rain hit them, just like a dream.