"Why are we doing this?" a student muttered with a speechless face.
A row of twenty-three students squatted on both sides of the creek, with their hands stretched into the stream, and after a while, they quickly pulled out their hands and picked a small fish from their fingers. Although this thing is small, it hurts to bite .
"You ghost said that you can get extra points in the final exam..." another student said.
"You don't have the spirit of an ancient warrior at all." Tong Lan sat on a stone not far from everyone and said contemptuously.
"It's better than those who do their homework!" Another student laughed.
Thinking of the 25 people who were writing hard at home, everyone immediately felt a lot more balanced.
"What do you think it would be if Tintin was put in?" Du Laoliu whispered to his side.
The boy next to him almost squirted.
"I want to know too, why don't you give it a try?" the young man urged with an embarrassing look on his face.
"Forget it, just talk." Du Laoliu laughed dryly.
"This kind of fish can bite as long as a finger-thick meat strip? Why don't you get some meat strips?" A girl asked: "Du Lao Liu, where is the cutie you caught?"
She felt sorry for her fingers.
"It was confiscated by the ghost, saying that there will be an extra meal in the evening, but we don't have it..." Du Laoliu expressed helplessness.
"Tonglan, does your nose still hurt?" Du Laoliu picked up which pot he didn't open.
In the next second, he was kicked into the creek by Tonglan.
Although it doesn't look deep, it can reach the waist when people go in. Du Laoliu jumped out of Lao Gao as soon as he stood up in the water for a long time, and the miserable howling sounded far away.
Just look at the three fingerfish biting on his fingers, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that he reached under his crotch and grabbed one.
Du Lao Liu's face turned green.
Men of the ancient tribe usually wear robes or shorts, and because of the hot weather, they are usually naked...
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Ren Baqian was in the stockade at this time. The stockade was not big, only dozens of wooden houses, all of which were about one meter above the ground, mainly to prevent reptiles.
There were more than 200 people in the village. At this time, most of the young and strong were divided into two teams and went out to hunt. The only ones left were old people and children, and a few guards to prevent wild animals.
At this time, the clan elders in the village had already left, and Ren Baqian was in a wooden house that had just been vacated for him.
The other guards had already gone outside to chop trees and come back to build huts.
The ironware in the village is very precious, and they are not willing to use it to cut down trees and build houses. The guards don't have so many scruples.
Ren Baqian first sat on the ground and turned on the radio, and just after turning it on, he heard someone talking. It was Li Qianqiu and a weak voice talking about military affairs. As soon as Ren Baqian turned on the radio, he heard them talking about the Great Xia Army. trend.
That weak voice should be Hong Wu, coughing from time to time after speaking a few words, the voice is also far from his high-spirited voice at the beginning, it seems that the injury is indeed serious.
Ren Baqian listened and didn't interrupt. After resting enough, he turned off the radio and started packing other things to bring up the mountain.
For example, some glass bottles are made by glass factories to hold the brown water in the black water pool and another mountain crevice.
At that time, after collecting it, it can be sent back to the earth to be tested to see if it is what you think.
When he was tidying up, Lin Qiaole was drooling while sleeping while hugging the animal with big watery eyes staring like a fawn.
Seeing that little thing was about to be strangled by her.
In the evening, thirty or so young men came back from the outside with their prey on their backs. From afar, they saw more than twenty teenagers and girls squatting by the creek, and a very delicate girl in white was sitting dangling on the nearby stone. feet.
"Who are you?" one of the men, who appeared to be in their forties, asked.
"We are from Zizhu Academy, and we came with our teacher. Our teacher is the husband-in-law chosen by His Majesty!" Shi Gan stood up and clasped his fists.
"Ah! Ah! Is that the person?" A girl with pigtails in the team showed a surprised expression. She often went to Lancheng with her brother, heard a lot about Lancheng, and guessed that the husband-in-law chosen by the empress was the liar-like man she had seen before. That one, however, is just a guess.
But since the other party didn't come for so long, she thought that the other party had forgotten about it long ago, so she only remembered it every time she entered Lancheng and heard someone mention it.
"That's the one we saw last time, it should be him." Nagula said while holding her brother.
"I don't know if it's true yet." Na Gu's brother said in a deep voice.
Soon, everyone saw Ren Baqian. He was strolling in the yard. From afar, he saw a group of mountain people carrying prey coming in. One of the prey was particularly conspicuous. It was shaped like a hill and required two people to carry it. with.
The people here are called Heimianjun, but they are actually wild boars.
"It really is you!" A girl with braids jumped out of the team, holding two little beasts like Du Lao Liu caught in her hands.
"Miss Na Gu!" Ren Baqian greeted with a smile.
"I thought you forgot." Na Gu muttered, "You want to hire me, right? Last time we agreed, half a catty of salt a day."
"I will never forget." Ren Baqian smiled.
The two chatted a few gossips, then Ren Baqian watched the people in the village gathering their prey.
After dark, another group of young adults also returned from the mountain, and the prey was much worse than the previous group.
These mountain people are completely dependent on the sky to eat. If you are lucky, you can get enough food for several days if you are lucky. If you are unlucky, you will not be able to bring back much.
In the evening, a rather grand bonfire party was held in the village.
The mountain people are simple and honest. When guests come, they bring out all the food that can entertain the guests.
Seeing this, Ren Baqian also took out the seasoning, and made a stewed river fish, which was very delicious, but unfortunately few people liked it except him.
Sitting on the wooden pier, holding the fish soup and sucking it one by one, the sound of drums resounded in the field, and the clan elders were playing a musical instrument made of animal bones. Simple, deep, and far away.
Around the bonfire, the mountain people are dancing a very primitive and wild dance.
The girls in the village all wore short animal skin skirts and short tops, exposing their long legs and navels, showing off their toned and slender body curves. Ren Baqian felt that it would be better if there were no big men in big animal skin pants showing hairy legs bouncing around.
However, everyone else was affected by the cheerful atmosphere in the village. Many students went down to dance with them. Not to mention, there were a few of them who danced well.
For example, Du Lao Liu and two female students.
"Why don't you go down?" Ren Baqian asked without turning around.
Not far away is the short-legged copper orchid.
"Childish!" Tonglan said disdainfully, but her eyes were very bright.
"It's not naive. And if you don't do it now, you may not have a chance in the future!" Ren Baqian said casually.
As Tonglan, there are really few opportunities to dance this kind of mountain folk dance. Now that he is so young, he looks like an adult, and I am afraid that he will not do such a thing in the future.
"Hmph!" Tonglan snorted twice, ignoring him.
Ren Baqian felt a little regretful, and originally wanted to take the opportunity to take pictures, but the little girl was unmoved.
The iron chain got out from Ren Baqian's head at some point, swaying and swaying to the music, and finally tied himself a knot.
The thing on Ren Baqian's head immediately attracted Tonglan's attention.
"Hey, what's on your head?" Tonglan asked curiously.
"Uncle (second tone, long tone)". Ren Baqian knew without thinking that it was that guy who came out again.
Not long after, the eyes of the people around were all on Ren Baqian's head, and they saw that the iron chain tied a knot above Ren Baqian's head, and then tied himself another knot, and tied seven knots in a row. It looked like seven gourds, fluttering in the wind with the movement of Ren Baqian's head.