When Shao Xuan wasn't out hunting, he would go up the mountain every few days to hand in the animal skin rolls that the Shaman asked him to draw.
This time, Shao Xuan didn't draw the Wu Roll, but an ordinary animal skin roll.
The Shaman wanted to let everyone know that their ancestors used hunting dogs to stimulate their enthusiasm for raising and training young beasts. However, there were some things that couldn't be disclosed, so he could only choose to disclose some. When the content was selected, the Shao Xuan, who was better at drawing than most people, would draw it. The annotations would also be selected from some parts of the original version, and not all of it would be written.
Compared to the Wu Roll, which required the use of the power of inheritance, the ordinary picture rolls were much easier to draw.
In less than ten days, Shao Xuan finished all one hundred picture rolls with annotations.
On this day, Shao Xuan took the last ten animal skin rolls up the mountain and handed them to the Shaman.
The people in the tribe were already used to Shao Xuan's frequent visits to the Shaman's place. Even the guards at the gate didn't stop him. The Shaman said that if Shao Xuan came, he could go in directly.
"These are the last ten." Shao Xuan put the ten animal skin rolls on the stone table in front of the Shaman, and let him check them to make sure that there was nothing out of the plan.
The Shaman quickly opened them and glanced at them, then put them aside. He didn't ask Shao Xuan to leave immediately like the previous times.
When Shao Xuan saw the Shaman like this, he knew that the old man still had something to say, and it wouldn't be just a few words. He sat up straight and waited for the Shaman to continue.
Seeing Shao Xuan's reaction, the Shaman smiled first, and then his smile faded. He said, "Do you know what I, the Chief, and the elders of the tribe are discussing?"
Shao Xuan shook his head. He knew that during this period of time, the chief, the two team leaders, and several senior warriors with more authority in the tribe often came to the shaman's place together. Seeing such a scene, he knew that it was not a small matter, so every time Shao Xuan came, he would not stay for long. Shao Xuan was not curious about the things that the Shaman would tell him sooner or later. But now, the Shaman didn't seem to intend to hide it anymore, at least not from Shao Xuan.
The shaman took out a large animal skin roll and spread it out on the stone table. "Do you know what this picture is?"
Shao Xuan leaned forward and looked at the drawing on the animal skin roll.
Although the drawing was rough, it could still be seen. "This is the tribe and the hunting route."
The animal skin scroll on the stone table was equivalent to a simple map. It only showed the location of the tribe and a few hunting routes.
Most of the drawings on the animal skin roll were in black, including the tribe and several hunting routes. However, one of them was in red, and this red route was not one of the hunting routes that Shao Xuan knew.
The Shaman raised his finger and pointed at the red route. "This is the content of our discussion."
Shao Xuan stared at the line and thought for a while. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the Shaman. "The tribe is planning to open up a new hunting route?!"
The Shaman didn't expect Shao Xuan to guess it so quickly. After all, for most people in the tribe, they had never thought of opening up a new hunting route. Even if they saw the map, they might not think in that direction.
But the Shaman was only stunned for a short while, and then he smiled. "Indeed."
There were more and more people in the tribe, but the number of people who went out to hunt was limited. Although the warriors who had special family situations or were injured were excluded from the hunting list, it was inevitable that some healthy people were left behind.
It was too wasteful.
But it was unnecessary to increase the number of people in each hunting group. On the contrary, it would be worse. Going out to hunt was not always better with more people. In the records left by the ancestors, there were also disadvantages of having too many people.
These years, the Shaman had been thinking about opening up a new hunting route, and Caesar's change strengthened his determination.
If a batch of cubs in the tribe grew up, and the engraving was successful, they would be a great help. This was a force that could not be underestimated.
In this way, it was necessary to open up a new hunting route.
Therefore, the Shaman found the Chief, two team leaders, and several old warriors who had more say in the tribe to discuss.
If the Shaman did not mention opening up a new hunting route, the others would not insist on it. But since the Shaman mentioned it, the old warriors were all very excited. For them, this was an epoch-making matter.
They respected and admired the ancestors, but they also listened to the Shaman. On this matter, the people who were called over were basically supportive.
Opening up a new hunting route was not something that could be done in a day, and the preparatory work had to be done. The most important thing was the selection of people.
After the discussion, they finally decided to start the plan in three years. If it went well, it might be started in a year. If some unpredictable changes happened, it would be delayed. If it could not be carried out in three years, the Shaman would cancel the plan.
As for the number of people who would open up the new hunting route, it was preliminarily decided to be thirty people. The most important thing was quality, not quantity. And this "quality" did not necessarily mean that they were strong. It had to be considered from all aspects.
After the preliminary decision, the two team leaders and several old warriors went back and secretly told their children and grandchildren about this matter. They hoped that their children and grandchildren could perform well in the next one or two years, and then they would be more likely to be selected into the list of thirty people.
They were not afraid of opening up a new hunting route. Almost everyone who heard the news was very excited, especially those young warriors. They were now in very good physical condition, and every time they went out to hunt, their performance was more eye-catching. Of course, they would try their best to fight for the quota of thirty people.
Opening up a new hunting route like the ancestors was an honor that would be recorded in the history of the tribe. How could they not be excited?
No wonder there were some people training crazily in the training ground recently.
After the Shaman finished speaking, he looked at Shao Xuan, who was sitting across the stone table.
Shao Xuan's reaction was different from the others. As far as the Shaman knew, everyone who knew about this was very excited. Some of them were even excited for several days. Even the Chief was no exception. The Chief and the two team leaders naturally had to participate in opening up a new hunting route.
But why was Shao Xuan so calm? Was he not optimistic about the opening of the new hunting route?
The Shaman looked at Shao Xuan, who was thinking with his eyelids down. He was very curious about what Shao Xuan was thinking.
Shao Xuan was silent for a while, and looked up at the Shaman. He did not talk about the opening of the new hunting route, but asked, "Have you ever thought about contacting other tribes?"
When Shao Xuan said "other tribes", there was no uncertainty at all. The Shaman could hear that Shao Xuan was very sure that there were other tribes!
The Shaman, who was originally thinking about the opening of the new hunting route, now had a sharp look in his eyes. There was no smile on his face, which was completely different from his usual calm demeanor. At this moment, the Shaman was like a war knife, and the blade of this war knife was pointed at Shao Xuan.
At that moment, Shao Xuan almost jumped away, but he controlled himself and sat in the same place. He maintained the same expression as before, looking at the Shaman.
The atmosphere was tense for a while, and then the Shaman gradually withdrew his aura. At first glance, he looked no different from usual, but the stiffness and seriousness on his face were extremely rare.
He was not in the mood to talk about the opening of the new hunting route. The Shaman took a deep breath and stared at Shao Xuan's eyes, "How do you know?"
Were there other people outside the tribe? When the people in the tribe were bored, they would talk about it in private. They heard that there were other tribes, but they only existed in rumors. Many people thought that they were the only tribe in the world, but some people believed that there were other tribes. It was just that the world was too big for them to go out.
In the tribe, there were probably only five people who knew the exact answer. The Shaman was undoubtedly the one who knew the most. After all, he could understand the Wu Roll that was passed down from generation to generation, and he knew more things that others did not know. However, the Shaman remembered that he did not show Shao Xuan any Wu Roll about other tribes!
"I came out from a cave near the foot of the mountain. In that cave, there was a stone room, and there were paintings on the walls of the stone room." Shao Xuan said.
The Shaman felt his heart suddenly beat. He was not sure whether there were paintings in the cave or not. Someone once went to the cave to have a look, and except for some very old broken stone tools, there was nothing else.
"The paintings were covered." Shao Xuan told the Shaman how he found the paintings, "But after I woke up, I covered them with stone powder when I left the cave. So far, no one else has seen them except me. "
The Shaman was relieved, but he was also curious about the paintings in the cave at the foot of the mountain. He did not remember any related records.
"What are the paintings?" The Shaman asked.
"There are hunting dogs, farmland, and … exquisite jars …"
"And?" The Shaman asked.
Shao Xuan paused and said, "One day, we will return to the old land. The glory is still there, and the fire of Yanjiao will never die. "
When Shao Xuan said the first word of this sentence, the Shaman's hands began to tremble. This was a sign that he could not control his emotions.
"… Zan." The Shaman's voice was a little hoarse. In the list of people recorded in the ancient scroll, the third name was "Zan". And what Shao Xuan said just now was also recorded in the ancient scroll.
No longer excited about opening a new route, the Shaman's face was bitter, "If we can go out … why bother opening a new route?"
Shao Xuan looked at the Shaman. The Shaman's eyes were red, and he almost burst into tears. It seemed that his emotions would not calm down for a while.
After thinking about it, Shao Xuan still did not say what was recorded in his notebook.
When Shao Xuan walked out of the stone house, the Shaman was still in low spirits. Originally, Shao Xuan did not intend to tell the Shaman about the murals in the cave so soon, but he did not expect to encounter the plan of opening a new route. After thinking about it, he told the Shaman about the murals.
It seemed that the Shaman did not want to go out, and many ancestors had probably tried before, but still did not succeed.
Alas, there was still a long way to go.
While walking, Shao Xuan suddenly heard a "Ao Ao" sound coming from above. When he looked up, Shao Xuan wanted to throw a spear over.
At the moment, the Chacha was holding a cub, and the cub was obviously trained by someone in the tribe. It was crying out in fear.
"Chacha, get down here!!"
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