"Why are we doing this?" one of the students muttered speechlessly.
A row of 23 students squatted on both sides of the stream with their hands in the water. After a while, they quickly pulled their hands out and plucked a small fish from their fingers. Even though this fish was small, it was still quite painful to bite.
"Yagui said that we can get extra points for the final exam …" another student said.
"You guys don't have the spirit of an aboriginal warrior at all," Tong Lan said disdainfully as she sat on a rock nearby.
"It's better than those who do homework!" another student laughed.
Thinking of the 25 people who were working hard at home, everyone felt much better.
"What do you think would happen if we put Ding Ding in?" Du Laoliu whispered to the person beside him.
The youth beside him almost spat out his saliva.
"I want to know too. Why don't you give it a try?" the youth instigated with an embarrassed look.
"Forget it, I'm just saying." Du Laoliu laughed dryly.
"This kind of fish will bite anything that's as thick as a finger, right? Why don't you get some meat strips? "a young girl asked," Du Laoliu, where's that cutie you caught? "
She felt sorry for her fingers.
"Yagui confiscated it and said that it would be an extra for dinner, but we won't get a share …" Du Laoliu expressed his helplessness.
"Tong Lan, does your nose still hurt?" Du Laoliu touched on her sore spot.
The next second, he was kicked into the stream by Tong Lan.
Even though it didn't look deep, the water reached one's waist. Du Laoliu flopped in the water for a long time before he stood up. His miserable howl could be heard far away.
He had three finger-biting fish on his fingers, but this wasn't important. What was important was that he reached under his pants and pulled one out.
Du Laoliu's face turned green.
Aboriginal men were usually dressed in robes or shorts. Due to the hot weather, they were usually naked underneath …
…
Ren Baqian was currently in the village. It wasn't big and only had a few dozen wooden houses. All of them were about one meter above the ground, mainly to prevent reptiles from entering.
There were more than 200 people in the village. At this time, most of the young and strong people had split into two groups to hunt, leaving behind only the elderly and children, as well as a few guards to protect against wild beasts. One of them was the one who took over from Ren Baqian.
At this moment, the elders in the village had already left. Ren Baqian was in a wooden house that had just been vacated for him.
The other guards had already gone out to cut down trees and come back to build a small hut.
The ironware in the stockade village was very precious, so they were reluctant to use it to cut down trees and build houses. The protectors did not have that many scruples.
Ren Baqian sat on the ground and switched on the radio. Just as he switched it on, he heard someone talking. It was Li Qianqiu and a weak voice talking about military affairs. Ren Baqian heard them talking about the movements of the Great Xia army.
That weak voice should be Hong Wu's. He coughed from time to time as he spoke, and his voice was far from his usual high-spirited self. It seemed like his injuries were really serious.
Ren Baqian listened for a while and didn't interrupt. After he had rested enough, he switched off the radio and turned to pack up some other things to bring up the mountain.
For example, some glass bottles were made by the glass factory. They were used to hold the brown water from the Black Pool and the other mountain crevice.
After the water was collected, it could be sent back to Earth for testing to see if it was what he thought it was.
While he was packing, Lin Qiaole was hugging that fawn with a pair of big, watery eyes tightly. She was drooling as she slept.
That little thing was about to suffocate from her strangling.
In the evening, more than 30 strong young men came back from outside with game on their shoulders. From afar, they could see more than 20 young men and women squatting by the stream. There was also an exquisite girl dressed in white sitting on a rock and swinging her legs.
"Who are you?" a man who looked to be in his forties asked.
"We are from the Black Bamboo Academy and came with our teacher. Our teacher is the husband chosen by Her Majesty! "Shi Gan stood up and cupped his fists.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! It's that person, right? "A young girl with a head full of pigtails was surprised. She often went to Lan City with her brother and heard a lot about Lan City. She guessed that the husband chosen by the empress was the man who looked like a swindler. After all, he seemed to be the only foreign official in Dayao, but it was just a guess.
However, he hadn't come for a long time, so she thought that he had already forgotten about him. She only remembered him every time she entered Lan City and heard someone mention him.
"It's the one we saw last time. It should be him," Na Gu said as she pulled her brother.
"We still don't know if it's him or not," Na Gu's brother said in a deep voice.
Very soon, everyone saw Ren Baqian. He was taking a stroll in the courtyard when he saw a group of aborigines carrying game from afar. One of the game was particularly eye-catching. It was the size of a small mountain and required two people to carry it.
The people here were called black-faced men, but they were actually wild boars.
"It's really you!" A girl with a head full of pigtails jumped out from the group. She was carrying two of the small animals that Du Laoliu had caught.
"Miss Na Gu!" Ren Baqian smiled and greeted her.
"I thought you had forgotten." Na Gu muttered, "Are you going to hire me? Last time, we agreed to pay half a kilogram of salt a day. "
"I can't forget." Ren Baqian smiled.
The two of them chatted for a while. Then, Ren Baqian watched the people in the stronghold clean up the game.
When the sky turned dark, another group of aborigines returned from the mountains. The game they hunted was much worse than the previous group.
These aborigines completely depended on the weather. If they were lucky, they would be able to get enough food for a few days. If they were unlucky, they wouldn't be able to bring back much food.
At night, a rather grand bonfire party was held in the stronghold.
The aborigines were simple and honest. Since there were guests, they took out all the food that could be used to entertain them.
Upon seeing this, Ren Baqian also took out some seasonings and even made a stewed river fish. The taste was extremely delicious, but it was a pity that few people liked it except for him.
Sitting on a wooden stool, he held a bowl of fish soup and sipped it. The sound of drums resounded in the hall. There was also an elder playing a musical instrument made of animal bones. It sounded a little like an xun, and the sound was simple, deep, and distant.
Around the bonfire, the aborigines were dancing a very primitive and wild dance.
The girls in the stronghold were all wearing short skirts and blouses made of animal skin. Their long legs and navels were exposed, showing off their strong and slender body curves. Ren Baqian felt that it would be better if there weren't those burly men who were wearing animal skin underpants and showing off their hairy legs.
However, the others were affected by the cheerful atmosphere in the stronghold. Many students went down to dance, and there were actually a few who danced quite well.
For example, Du Laoliu and two female students.
"Why aren't you going down?" Ren Baqian asked without turning his head.
Not far away from him was the short-legged Tong Lan.
"Childish!" Tong Lan looked disdainful, but her eyes were sparkling.
"It's not childish. Besides, if you don't do it now, you might not have the chance in the future! "Ren Baqian said casually.
With Tong Lan's status, there weren't many opportunities for her to do this kind of aboriginal dance. She was like a little adult at such a young age, and she probably wouldn't do such things in the future.
"Hmph!" Tong Lan snorted through her nose and ignored him.
Ren Baqian felt a little regretful. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to take a picture, but the little girl wasn't moved.
It was unknown when the metal chain had drilled out of Ren Baqian's head. It swayed along with the music and finally tied itself into a knot.
The thing on Ren Baqian's head immediately attracted Tong Lan's attention.
"Hey, what's on your head?" Tong Lan asked curiously.
"Uncle (two sounds, long tone)." Ren Baqian didn't need to think to know that it was that fellow again.
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