The Drumming tribe's matter made everyone in the group take it seriously.
If the Drumming tribe wasn't an aggressive tribe, then it was fine. Even if it was just a small fight, it wouldn't affect Yanjiao. But if the Drumming tribe was aggressive, then they had to be on guard.
Of course, Shao Xuan didn't think that the Drumming tribe was an aggressive tribe that stole other people's belongings for a living. If they specialized in stealing, then why would they have the time to improve their skills? Plus, if the Drumming tribe was a high-profile tribe, why hadn't anyone heard of them before?
Even Yanjiao's expedition teams had never heard of this tribe when they visited several large trading areas in the inland. The expedition teams had never even mentioned them before, so the Pu tribe didn't know of their existence either.
Then, the most likely explanation for the Drumming tribe was that they were far away, remote enough, and lived by the Flaming River. They weren't high-profile either.
With this analysis, Shao Xuan felt a lot more at ease.
The forest by the river started to become lush again. He didn't know if there would be any tribes in a place like this.
Shao Xuan rode Chacha in the air for a while before landing on the boat to replenish his map. Actually, there wasn't much important information. The only landmarks on the map were mountains and rivers. There weren't many mountains in this area anymore, but there was more and more water.
Shao Xuan saw lakes and rivers in the air. There were more animals living in the forest too. Some were near, some were near, some were sharp, some were low, and all sorts of noises could be heard in the forest.
Shao Xuan was replenishing his map in the cabin when he heard a commotion outside. Duo Li and the others must have caught a fish that they had never seen before. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a commotion. There had been many similar incidents recently. The further they went downstream, the more types of fish there seemed to be.
When he went out to take a look, Shao Xuan saw Guang holding a strange fish that was as thick as an arm. The strange fish had muddy yellow and black patterns all over its body. If it were to stop by the shore for a rest, it would be difficult to discover it. It had a suction cup like mouth and its body was slippery. However, Guang was able to tightly pinch the bottom of the strange fish's head with one hand, so that the strange fish could only twist its body vigorously. In its suction cup like mouth, many small hook-like teeth formed concentric rings that rotated like gears. However, it could not touch Guang at all. The teeth in his mouth could only rotate at a limited angle. After about ninety degrees, they would rotate back again.
Dori took a wooden stick and stuck it into the fish's disc-shaped mouth. After a few moments, the stick was ground into sawdust.
The strange fish also had two large fan-like pectoral fins, each of which could cover a person's face. However, when Guang grabbed it, the fins closed up, so it looked narrow and slippery.
After playing with the fish for a while, they began to process the strange fish, thinking about roasting it and eating it.
"Hey, there's a hook in the fish's stomach!" Tuo, who was in charge of slaughtering the fish, took out the hook from the fish's stomach.
After washing away the bloodstains, the shape of the hook was more obvious.
Tuo passed it to Shao Xuan. "It's man-made."
The pinky-long stone hook had a curved tail and was polished to a very sharp point.
The strange fish's mouth could crush wooden sticks, but it could not crush hard stones. That was why this clearly polished hook was left in the fish's stomach instead of being ground into sawdust.
"Is there a tribe nearby? Or did it come from somewhere else? "Tuo looked at the forest by the shore and guessed.
The people in the group were more inclined to the former, so the people on the two boats were on high alert.
Shao Xuan did not sense the aura of the fire seed. Even if there was a tribe, they had not encountered one yet.
After another half a day, when Shao Xuan and the others were resting by the shore to put up a monument, the people who went into the forest to hunt found some traces — a broken pottery jar half buried in the soil.
The pottery jar was very small, but very delicate. It was a painted pottery, but what made Shao Xuan more interested was the pattern on the jar.
On the palm-sized pottery jar, the dark net pattern was drawn very carefully. It was obvious that the person who drew it must have been very attentive. It was not difficult to draw a net pattern, but it was difficult to draw an accurate and delicate pattern on a curved pottery. It was not easy, and a little carelessness could destroy the whole thing.
On the pottery jar they found, there were hundreds of densely drawn lines on the curved surface. The lines were drawn very evenly and smoothly. The distance between the lines was very precise, as if it had been measured with a ruler. There was no sense of stagnation. One could imagine the skill of the person who drew it.
In addition to those fine interlaced lines, there were some thicker arcs and ribbon-like stripes near the mouth and bottom of the bottle, as well as two-thirds of the body of the bottle. Apart from that, there was a dense interlaced net pattern. There was a strong contrast between the two.
The contrast between the thickness and the thinness gave a very strong visual effect.
Making pottery also required passion. In Yanjiao, the person in charge of making pottery was Xing. The longer Xing worked with pottery, the deeper his understanding. He once said that a pottery made with passion and a pottery made with perfunctory effort gave a very different feeling.
Not to mention the shape of the pottery, just the pattern on it. Although the pottery jar in Shao Xuan's hands was damaged, the fine brush strokes were still clear after the soil was washed away. The visual impact was strong enough at first glance. Otherwise, it would not have been discovered by the Yanjiao people who were looking for food.
At that time, the pottery jar was half buried in the ground, and there was grass around it. Only a small figure peeked out from the grass, but it was discovered at a glance.
It was obvious that this pottery was not made casually. When making it, the person who made it poured enough passion and patience into it, and focused on this palm-sized jar. Perhaps the things that were stored in it were very important.
"Did you find the totem?" Tuo asked.
Shao Xuan shook his head. "I don't know yet. Maybe we didn't find it, or maybe the totem is damaged or missing. Or maybe there is no totem on it at all. The possibility of the second and third guesses is higher. "
Since the person who made this pottery was serious, then they must have been more careful when they drew the totem, and the emotions they put in were stronger. If there was a totem on it, even if Shao Xuan had never seen the totem of the tribe who made it, he would have recognized it at a glance.
"We don't know what kind of tribe made this pottery. Could it be the Drumming tribe? "Duo Li said.
Shao Xuan looked at the pottery jar in his hands, deep in thought.
Duo Li's guess was also what he was thinking. Different tribes had different totem patterns and habits, so they had different preferences. For example, some liked cloud patterns, while others liked animal patterns.
And now, the patterns on this pottery jar belonged to the network pattern. Clearly, this tribe preferred net-like patterns.
The Drumming tribe … It was possible!
Shao Xuan did not throw the pottery jar away. He brought it back to the boat and let everyone look around to see if they could find any other clues.
With more clues, they would understand more.
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