Chapter 3: Times 3

Strictly got a scoop of water, pounced on the water scoop... Resist, drink slowly.
While drinking water strictly, the man spoke to the fat dog coming over and took something from the grass rope on his waist to the brawny man with a slightly convex belly.
The fat dog nodded and stuffed, went straight into the straw shed and picked up a serious wounded beast that looked like a dog, hoeing, breaking the limb, and laparotomy.
The man looked at the water in the wooden scoop and shook it up. He took the wooden scoop and picked up the blood from the neck of the beast. He handed it to the front of the silence again. "Drink!"
Drinking blood from the beast... Well, this is also a way to supplement the body's loss of salt and nutrients.
Suddenly endure nausea, silently holding a wooden scoop to drink the blood inside the animal.
I don't know if this body has become accustomed to such a diet. It is hard to find that although it is psychologically unacceptable, there is no nausea or nausea in the body.
During this period, the man went to take a lot of the leaves of the big cockroaches, and the roll was made to be held tightly.
Wiping the lips, the expression of sincerity and sincerely thanked the man, but anyway, thank you.
The man grabbed his arm and licked his broken leg and changed it to a clip.
Slightly thankful in the heart, he was smashed before, and that hardship was raised. If the man dares to take him away, he will spit him if he is not good.
It’s not comfortable to be caught in the armpit, and you will endure the pain and watch the surrounding scene.
This is not a harmonious tribe, this is the first impression of this.
In the square, the man said two words in addition to the fat dog, the men and women around him, he did not even look at it, naturally no one greeted him.
From the square, you can see a very large stockade. The people here live in tents built with animal skins. The stockades are like people being planned. There is a dirt road in the middle that can accommodate two carriages. There are tents on both sides of the dirt road.
There were some people at the mouth of the tent and on the road, but they did not see the man and anyone talking, and no one talked to him. Most of the pedestrians walked and the people sitting in the tent were busy with various activities.
The square is in the middle of the stockade. The tents in the stockade below the square are quite simple and small, but the tents above the square are much larger and neat.
The man did not walk for a long time, and entered a path with a strict connection.
Strictly peek into the tent, the better the tent, the top is like the king's account, and the soldiers in the leather skirt are guarded at the door.
This place of residence seems to be a gentle mountain shack. It is a good guess that the foot of the mountain is the residence of the poor and the slaves. The higher the position, the higher the household status.
The man who turned home shortly after passing the square obviously has a status in this tribe.
Strictly remember all the way, after turning in from the path, starting from the first row of tents on the side of the big dirt road, the man's tent is located in the fourth row and the last row.
The spacing of each row of tents is equal, just like... barracks, but the men and women who are busy working in front of the tents are full of life.
Most of the people here only have a leather skirt or grass skirt around the bottom, and the women are naked on the upper body. The children are running around in a red strip, and a few old people are also naked/naked.
The tent area is not completely quiet. The children’s screams and the screams of the adults sounded. From time to time, there will be no screams or screams coming from some tents.
"Original war, are you not talking about meat? What is this?" Finally, someone greeted the man.
The man who called the original war slammed him to the door of his tent and said to him: "The meat is not dead, brought back."
Come, a man with a tattoo that is shorter than his original strategy and has the same tattoo on his face.
Because of the positional relationship, it is very clear to see a large shackle hanging under the man's leather skirt. It is good to develop his grandmother!
"Bring it back? Is it a slave? Is it useful to hurt it?" The man poked his face with a stern look. "It’s still a boy, and you can’t hold it."
In the original battle, he opened his own tent and slammed the curtains on both sides. He said casually: "He doesn't want money, it's white."
"It’s no good to be alive. Yes, I am looking for something for you." The man changed the subject.
"Wait a minute." The original war bypassed the slate, took the slate on the big stone tank outside the tent, dragged it to the edge of the stone tank, and poured water on his injured leg.
Strictly stunned by the cold water, I couldn’t resist it, and I slammed it.
In the original battle, I didn’t have to pour the locusts, but I went straight to the cockroaches.
"Ah-!" Strictly and directly screamed out.
The original battle did not matter whether he hurts or not, such a worm and smell, I want to enter his tent.
"I called my slave to help you wash him." The man took a trace of the obvious, and shouted at the next door: "Caocho came over!"
A female slave with a vacuum on her upper body drilled from the tent next door.
"Put him clean and don't waste water!"
"Yes, adults." The female slaves who did not see the detailed age took the scoop from the original battle on the ground.
In the original battle, there were slaves taking over, and they were happy to be lazy and beckoning to men. "Come on."
The man followed the original battle into the tent and put the curtain down.
There are not many things in the tent. The innermost few large stones are the base. The straw and fur are the beds. There is a square big stone in the middle as a table. There are no stools. People are sitting cross-legged.
There were two spears on the wall of the tent, and several sharp bones were hung, and several leather skirts were hung. There are piles of bones and fur piled up near the corner of the curtain. I don't know if it's because of these things, there is a strange smell in the tent.

Why?
the man asked, sitting cross-legged.
The original battle understood what the other party was asking, smiled and said: "Because he was injured, not only did he not blunt, but he could laugh at me. This kid must be very patient in the future."
"Is it?" The man’s eyes thought that he had a glance at the left leg of the original battle.
The original gaze sagged slightly and then lifted up. "What are you looking for?"
As soon as the matter was raised, the man immediately changed his face and replied with anger: "The moths are asking their chiefs and elders to expand their hunting grounds as their third-level fighters. The land they applied for is exactly overlapping with our hunting area. If the elders agree, we have to go to the first level, but those people have not much oil and water on the site, and we lack the opportunity to fight the second and third level beasts, it is even harder to become a third-level fighter."
The original battle knocked on his knees. "It’s not just an upgrade. It’s a problem to get enough this winter."
"That's it, and you still have a living mouth, but you can't live. You can kill him in the winter. As your exclusive slave, you don't have to divide the meat into the tribe at least."
"You look for me, you just don't just complain about it?"
"Complaining that there is a fart, I am looking for you to ask if you want to..." The man got to the side of the original battle, and his voice was getting lower and lower.
At the mouth of the tent, the two men entered the tent in the original battle, and immediately put a smile on Caomachi. "Sister, what do you say as I said? I learned healing with the priest."
Caomachi is a very gentle female slave. She is very painful and sweaty. She can't help but reach out and rub him. "You are a disciple of other priests? Then how come you..." was brought back to be a slave?
"I am a member of the Yanshan people. Our family was robbed of the territory where the generations lived. The people and I were bitten by wild animals during the migration..."
Needless to say, Caomachi has already understood the reason for the strict appearance here. Her eyes show sympathy and helplessness to fate. "What is your name?"
"My name is strict."
"Salt silent? Then I will call you a little quiet? You can call me Caomachi."
"Caomachi sister." Strictly ignore the age of his own, and try his best to play the advantage of this age.
"Sister, can you help me burn a pot of boiling water? I am useful." Yan Mo was supported by the help of Caomachi.
The fire pit here is placed outside the tent like a water tank. For fire prevention, the fire pit for cooking is next to the water tank.
The pot is not a wok, but a large stone pot that is hollowed out with stones. It looks heavy, but it seems that it is not too much effort to put the stone pot on the fire pit.
"Sister, is there a knife here?"
"Yes, you wait, I will take it." The stone knife that has been carefully polished is a valuable item and will not be placed outside the tent.
"Sister, wait, if there is..." Speaking to the mouth, I found out that there is still no word for needlework.
Kusamacho, "What else do you need?"
"Wood, if there are no planks, sticks will work."
"How big are you? I will go back and look for it. There is less wood here. I have to use the big root wood to let the adults agree."
"The branches are also OK." Yan Ma roughly outlined the length and width of the wooden sticks he needed. He also had a fixed straw rope with Caomachi. "Give me some salt..."
"Salt is not enough, you must agree." Caomachi needs salt because of the need for salt and does not dare to be the owner. He can only whisper his own owner outside the tent.
The man came out with the original war, and heard about the things that were strictly needed. The original war went to the tent and took it.
The man left Caomachi to the original helper and went to another tent.
When the original war was handed over to Caomachi, he took a spear and went out. It was still dark. He wanted to go out and see if he could get some extra prey and fruit. In addition, he brought back the sternness and had to hand over 20% of the meat to the tribe according to the strict weight.
Caomachi told Yanmou on the way to the water. The warrior of this tribe is up to four. The only four-level fighter is the chieftain. The first- and third-level fighters must take turns to hunt and get the prey to come back. Handed over to the tribe, assigned by the tribe. In the days when it is not the turn, the soldiers can go out and look for prey by themselves. If they find something, they will give it to the tribe, and the other 80% will be owned by themselves.
It looks very good, but the beasts far from the Horde are very powerful. They can be hunted not by a single soldier, and there are not many beasts in the nearer range. The soldiers also divide the hunting ground according to the level. The lower the level, the fewer the beasts in the ground.
Sometimes warriors who do not rotate will join forces to go hunting, but in order to ensure the interests of the entire tribe, the places they go to can not be the hunting range defined by the tribe, and the strange places need not necessarily increase the uncertainty and danger of harvest. .
Civilians without combat power are responsible for all other chores, and civilians without combat power refer to the old and the weak.
Slaves are divided into two categories, one belonging to the tribe. These slaves usually do the hardest and most tiring work. The ones who eat and eat are the worst. They are generally responsible for farming, grazing, skin grafting, grinding stones, etc. Sometimes it is used as a reserve grain in the winter when food is scarce.
The soldiers above the second level can have their own slaves. There can be one at the second level and two at the third level. The higher the level of the soldiers, the more slaves and wealth they can have. The slave life that belongs to the warrior is better than the slave. If you encounter a benevolent master, you can even live better than a civilian. But if you encounter a bad master, it will be very miserable.
The rations distributed by the tribe do not have the slaves. The warriors want to have slaves, but they must feed their own ideas.
"My family is called the original sculpture. Only the soldiers in the tribe can crown the tribe's surname. Our tribe is called the original tribe. It is said that this grassland and the margin of the desert have been living for hundreds of years. It is one of the larger tribes nearby. You said I know that it is a little bigger than our original tribe. We have transactions with their tribes, and you will probably see them on the trading day in the future."
She clearly understood the kindness of Caomachi, she was reminding him.
Surely thinking that as long as the Yi people do not come to me trouble, I will not take care of him.
"Are you taking herbs?" Caomachi asked curiously.
"Yes." His master had no equipment suitable for peony. He could only find something to make up. He asked for a small stone pot - there is no concept of a dish, a big bone stick, and then The leaves of the big cockroaches are smashed into the stone pot.
The water is open, and the stone knife is put into it to cook.
The stone knife was cooked and he cooked some salt water.
The original war provides a coarse salt containing a lot of minerals, which is yellowish black. This salt can not be used directly when it is cooked. It has to be filtered.
Use a stone knife sterilized with boiling water to scrape the pus and carrion from the wound, including those that eat carrion.
The painful and painful hands were shaking, but no one here could help him. Caomachi didn’t dare to start, and didn’t even dare to look at his wounds. Aboriginal people, but not everyone can be a doctor, this is not only used to see blood, but also enough to calm and calm, hand stability is more important.
"Why do you want to put the stone knife in the water to cook?" Caomachi in accordance with the strict instructions, the wooden rods that were taken out of the original battle were smashed into a combined size with a stone knife, and the burrs on the top were smoothed.
"Disinfection." Severely scrape off all the carrion and the dirt attached to the wound. Just wash the wound with filtered brine that has been repeatedly cooked on both sides, and you will see white light coming out of the right palm again.
Suddenly looked up at Ishigawa-machi, and Caomachi, who was busy grinding the burrs on the stick, did not notice his palm changes.
Suddenly, there was a snoring in the distance, and it was too late to see the change of the palm. Caomachi stood up and looked ahead.
The snoring is getting closer and closer, and it is actually running towards them.
Someone ran over them and shouted loudly at the tent next door to the original battle.
A woman rushed out of the tent and ran as he followed. There were two children running in the tent and they ran along.
In a short while, the "big river -!" a screaming cry suddenly sounded.