At most two minutes, Wolf Skin came back from the woods arrogantly, grinned at Chen Jian and sat next to him.

He deliberately exposed a stain on the animal skin that was rubbed by grass leaves, and told Chen Jian how wild the woman was just now, as if she was fighting a beast, and her blood-stained arms were exposed.

Chen Jian was even less interested and patted the wolf skin on the shoulder to let him rest for a while, but he squatted for a while, then beat his legs and then took his bow to swing across the opposite side.

Chen Jian walked to his grandmother and asked about the things to pay attention to in the tribal gatherings.

According to the range of activities of each tribe of hundreds of miles, the range of activities of these dozen tribes is about 10,000 square kilometers. In the era of feudal countries, it was considered a city of 200 miles, but the population was much smaller.

Each tribe is distributed on this wild land like stars. Today, this one can raise pigs, tomorrow that one can grow millet, and eventually gather into a common civilization, like a fire of stars lit up the dark wilderness.

The so-called national integration has always been bloody and majestic. Those backward civilizations eventually disappeared, and even their bloodlines could not be passed down, and they only became a few strokes in history books.

The only exception is blonde hair and blue eyes. It was originally a recessive mutation gene with very few people, but due to reproductive temptation, there are more and more people, which is also a strange thing in the history of human evolution.

Since he didn't want his tribe members to continue their genetic bloodlines by relying on their appearance, there was only one way left to go.

These people are the basic foundation of the tribe in the future, and if there are too many, they will be out of control.

Even if there are too many people outside the same surname for a short period of time, he will not be able to control it. Now half of the descendants of the young and old grandmother, and half of the people brought by Song and Huaihua are combined, which is an acceptable proportion. His own tribe members are exactly twice as many as those of the Shi surname, and he can completely gain an advantage.

He doesn't have to worry about descendants. Australian colonists forced the native children to church schools and raised in foster care in white families, and finally forgot their parents. This is a real bloody experience that exchanged for the extinction of a civilization and race.

Although my grandmother didn't understand what was inside, she still warned Chen Jian based on her instinct to not let other tribes join.

Chen Jian naturally agreed, so he cleaned up the people in the woods and was exhausted and continued to head towards the top of the mountain.

After walking for a whole day, more and more tribes were seen. My grandmother took Chen Jian and other tribe leaders to show goodwill, adjusted several small disputes, and finally reached the top of the mountain.

These three hundred people became exceptions, and the rest of the tribes looked at the group of people who had their hair combed with strange eyes, pointing their fingers, full of confusion.

Chen Jian and his tribesmen gradually got used to other people's gazes and guidance. Not only did they not care about it, but they showed off their hair proudly.

When he really reached the top of the mountain, Chen Jian realized why people from various tribes chose this place.

There is a huge lava cave on the top of the mountain, about seven or eight meters high. The black holes inside are chilly and the space is enough to accommodate thousands of people.

However, as a separate tribe, it is too big to prevent wild beasts from attacking such a large cave. This should be a melting hole left by an extinct volcano. I don’t know how many forks were divided into it.

The ancestors of each tribe should have migrated here and finally separated here. Since then, they have formed the habit of gathering here every year.

No wonder the terrain here is so strange. When you smell the slightest smell of sulfur in the air, look at the tree several meters thick at the foot of the mountain. The volcano seems to be dead.

The bustling crowd gathered near the entrance of the cave and communicated with each other. Most tribes were discussing the strange hairstyles of Chen Jian and others. They touched their sticky hair, feeling a little embarrassed.

Chen Jian was also staring at the ethnic groups that were coming and going. Several women came around to say hello to Chen Jian, but found that Chen Jian's eyes were always staring at a man, and he looked at him strangely and quickly walked away.

"Grandmother, where does that person's tribe live?"

He pointed to a young man in the distance, and his grandmother identified the tribe members around him, and recalled carefully: "It seems to be in the upper reaches of the Cao River, and it is also far from our new home."

The man was holding a bark rope in his hand, and was bragging about something beside the woman with his upper body naked, which caused bursts of screams.

He vaguely listened to what he was talking about to hit prey with a stone, and threw the rope in his hand and made a crackling sound.

It is obvious that he was holding a stone throwing rope. He rolled the stone between the two folded ropes. When he threw it out, it would loosen one end and the stone would fly out along the tangent line, which was more accurate than throwing it with his hands.

Of course, what attracted Chen Jian was not this simple catapult, but a pendant on the man's neck, with the green color constantly flashing and entangled by a piece of rope.

At this time, the man was performing with a stone-capping rope, throwing out the stone and hitting a stone slab about ten meters. The women next to him were cheering like crazy, and a few women were already in their eyes.

Wolf skin gritted his teeth while watching, and Chen Jian told his clan members not to talk about their own clan members first, nor to show bows and arrows.

"What's there? I can do it too."

The wolf skin touched his bow and arrow and was eager to try. The distance of ten meters could attract so many cheers. He liked a woman surrounding that man, but unfortunately the woman was completely fascinated by the catapult rope.

Chen Jian took out a round pot from the willow basket, put a few pieces of maple syrup inside, and handed it to the wolf skin and said, "Go and compete with him and use this for the pendant around his neck."

"Switch? How to change it? That's a pendant, I won't change it."

Wolf skin shook his head, he knew the importance of pendants to a person.

Chen Jian asked again: "How far can you shoot accurately?"

"Fifty or sixty steps."

"Come with me."

Langsie followed Chen Jian to the person's neighbor, showed kindness to the women around him, and took out the maple syrup and distributed it to the woman next to him.

The women were curious and pinched a yellow maple syrup, put it in their mouths, and immediately showed a look of praise. This taste of mixed sweetness and spring fragrance was very aftertaste. It seemed to be in the maple birch forest when they were in their mouths.

Then the women stared at the clay pot in Chen Jian's hand again, wanting to reach out to touch the round jar. The red color and a few fish patterns were engraved on it, which was very cute.

Chen Jian delivered the maple syrup to the man's mouth and said, "You eat it too."

The man was so upset that the woman was attracted by Chen Jian's jar, he looked unhappy and hummed and pushed it aside.

Chen Jian smiled and said, "Your stone was thrown very accurately."

The man raised his head and said, "It's very accurate. I can throw the birds flying in the air."

Wolf Pig curled his lips disdainfully and said, "I can shoot the hawks down."

A woman next to her walked to Wolf's side, patted his chest, and then pinched his arm. Her expression of disbelief immediately appeared on her face.

Chen Jian pointed to a tree more than fifty meters away from the entrance of the cave and said, "My brother can shoot this far away with this place, can you?"

Wolf Skin immediately boasted, and even though he shot down an ordinary hawk, he said that he shot down a wing that was as long as he was. He did his best to brag about it, which made the women scream and touch and pinch the wolf skin's chest with both hands.

Several other people looked at the clay pot in Chen Jian's hand and asked how the clay pot came from. The man who saw it was even more angry and reached out to grab the wolf skin and said, "Let's compare! If you can't, it proves that what you said is fake. You have to give me this jar!"

He felt that his limelight was covered by this jar and this lie, so he pointed to the clay pot in Chen Jian's hand and shouted loudly.

The angry voice echoed in the cave, immediately attracting many people to come around and see, looking at the strange ropes and bows and arrows, he immediately gave up a distance.

Seeing that everyone was already surrounded, Chen Jian pinched the wolf skin and shouted: "What if you lose? If you lose, give me your pendant, can you?"

The pendant is a person's amulet, and it is not easy to exchange, but the man looked at the eyes of the people around him and raised his head and said, "I'm going to lose, I'll give it to you! Grandmother! Grandmother! Come! And you, call your grandmother!"

An old lady came from the crowd, and Chen Jian's grandmother also came over and sat next to them.

Chen Jian put the jar in the other party's hand, and the man took off the pendant and put it in his grandmother's hand. The leaders who surrounded him also witnessed it.

The wolf skin rubbed the bow and arrow, and the man moved his shoulders. The tribe members handed over several round pebbles.

The man looked at the tree fifty or sixty meters away, and was also worried. He had not thrown such a far target, and he might be able to throw one of the stones out of it.

But after looking at the bent wood of the wolf skin, I felt confident again and shouted, "I'll come first!"

He swung his arm, whistled around the stone-cattering rope, suddenly let go of one end, and the round stone flew towards the wood with a whistle, but unfortunately he turned a little and fell to the side a little.

The tribesmen shouted in disappointment and handed over the stone again. This time they finally threw it away and looked at the slut skin provocatively.

The wolf skin's family counted one behind, while the rest put a stone beside the man's grandmother to count.

In the end, only two of the eight stones were hit, but this also attracted a burst of cheers. At such a long distance, even if you hit the stone with your hands, you would have no strength. However, the man hit the wood twice but made a thumping sound.

This is such a magical thing. If it is closer, wouldn’t it be possible to directly smash the bird? He yelled like a hero, and the tribesmen called his name.

"Birch! Birch!"

The women from the foreign race immediately surrounded him and asked in a chattering manner, neglecting the wolf skin.

"It's your turn!"

Wolf Skin snorted, turned around and shouted at the tribe members: "Get me eight arrows!"

The tribe members immediately ran over and sent eight feather arrows. The front was inlaid with triangular pottery arrows and the back was the eagle tail feathers. These were the best feather arrows in the tribe.

Other tribe members didn't know what Ba was, so they took out the stones and arrows to compare the number, and then agreed.

The wolf skin looked at the man named Hua for the last time, as if he saw a deer falling into a trap, full of disdain.

He pulled the bow and picked the arrow, and the feather arrow flew out in an instant, and pierced onto the tree with a thud. The tail feathers trembled, which was particularly eye-catching.

All the shouts disappeared. I had never seen the bow and arrow, and I had widened my eyes and forgot to shout. My own tribe members had already seen each other and were too lazy to applaud.

So in a strange silence, Wolf Skin shot the remaining arrows, imitated Chen Jian's movements, spread his hand at Hua, shrugged, "I'm better than you."

boom!

The deafening shouts echoed in the cave, especially the calm expression of the wolf skin seemed unique in an era when they did not understand the subtlety.

However, after saying this, he put his bow on his back and immediately turned around and boasted to the women who were already stunned.

The two-person-long falcon I just mentioned has become the size of a room, but the women don’t know what the room means, and they hear it hazy.

Hua ran to the tree in surprise, looked at the feather arrows on it, ran back, and handed the pendant in his hand to Chen Jian and said, "It's yours!"

Chen Jian took it with a smile, handed the pot to Hua and said, "You are also a warrior, this is yours."

Hua scratched his head, but did not pick up the pot, surrounded the wolf skin and asked about the bow and arrow.

There was already a group of people around Wolf Skin. The perfect advertisement just now was too shocking. He glanced at Chen Jian, saw Chen Jian nodding, and said loudly that this was the guidance of his ancestors.

Hundreds of people surrounded the wolf skin, and more people were attracted by this clay pot that seemed to be ingenious to them. Chen Jian said a few words in his grandmother's ear, then retreated to the fire, looking at the emerald green pendant in his hand in the light of the fire.

The emerald green color is like the forehead of a water bird swimming in the grass river. It is not transparent but has a trace of natural patterns. A groove has been worn out in the middle and tied with a rope, which is very beautiful.

Chen Jian stroked it a few times, put it on the ground and raised the stone and smashed it hard, smashed it into pieces of powder and threw it into the fire.
Chapter completed!