Chapter 3: carpenter

When Chang'an has stumbled to over six years old, everyone thinks this is a miracle.
He really doesn't look like the kind of child who can survive healthily. Not to mention the orcs, even the children of the Asian Orcs are one size older than him, and even the girls look much stronger than him. I don't know what kind of illness he was in. Every day, there was a thick smell of herbs in the cabin he lived in. He opened his mouth and coughed more than when he talked.
Toddlers are usually full of blood, and their cheeks and lips are usually much rosier than adults. However, this child is too unhealthy. He can't always see his blood color, and the color of his lips is also light. The entire face has only lips. The line and the corner of the eye, there was such a precious redness in the strange zone.
He was brought to the tribe by an Asian beast man named Zheyan when he was more than one year old, and he has been wandering for more than a year before he found a tribe willing to accept them.
At first, when people saw Chang'an, they always said something like "Can this child survive?" After Chang'an was a little sensible, he was said so much, even he had to doubt himself, but no one later That's it, because once Zheyan heard it, he killed others like a crazy wild dog.
Zhe Yan lacks an arm, but is still a man with a clear eyebrow.
He always explained to others that Chang'an was not his own, as if he was afraid that others would forget it.
When Changan was three or four years old, he always heard other children calling the adult man in his family to be the father, and he was very envious of him, and he also learned this philosophy.
Zheyan's answer was a slap.
Hearing the woman who brought home the picked rattan that day to make baskets, Zheyan was yelling at the little guy.
"What do you call me? Let me hear it again and I will break your mouth! Who is your father? The most brave warrior in the tribe is your father! The elder took his domino to you before he died. Name it, see what you're doing? "The one-armed man shouted at the time," How can you ... how can you call someone like me, Dad, you are self-degraded, do you still have shame! "
But the woman didn't hear the boy's cry, nor did she.
Even if he went out later, he wore a half-swollen face for more than ten days.
The woman spoke this out very sympathetically with the child.
Perhaps Zheyan became really hysterical under the pressure of turbulence and hard life. Maybe he just didn't think he was equipped with such a child called his father, but it was such a complicated thing, such a small thing, How could it be understood?
And Chang'an is really a very strange child.
No one has ever seen him cry, and he never plays with other children. He doesn't know where to go all day, all day, comes back at a meal, and does not like to talk. Others touch him kindly. He teased him with his head, and he stood there silently, without smiling, silently enduring the other's touch, and nodded or shook his head to wait for others to finish speaking.
Only occasionally someone pity him and give him food from the house secretly, the little boy will look at each other deeply with the clear, black eyes unique to those children, as if to remember them in his heart Like it, then bowed in thanks.
And he actually survived like this, and it looks like he has become a good boy with gratitude.
When he came home, he saw a few grasses stuck in the door of the cabin, and Chang'an's footsteps stopped and he stopped—he knew that this was what the philosophical words told him to go away.
There was a heavy gasp and a sticky groan / groan coming from the room. Changan didn't really understand what the philosophical words were doing, but only vaguely knew that this was bad.
Since he was sensible, every time a "guest" came to the house, Chang'an would be kicked out by Zheyan, and slowly, the children also understood that this seemed to be their only source of life.
Zheyan's health is not good, not to mention that one arm is missing, that is, one more arm, and it is difficult to go hunting like other people ’s fathers. Asian beast men are naturally lacking in fighting power, so when many Asian beasts grow up, they usually become This kind of craftsman, sometimes these skills will also win them the respect of others.
Of course, if you can neither craft nor fight, Asian beasts can usually do rough work in exchange for food, even if their income is small, they can still maintain a poor life.
However, rough work, the current philosophy can not be done, and he has not learned any skills-even if it can, those fine things can not be done with one hand.
Zheyan has become a real derelict.
The North is not like the South. People inhabited by the city are usually scattered tribes scattered in the jungle or grassland. To live in such a place, you must abide by the law of the jungle-survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest.
A person who is useless cannot be recognized by others.
Of course, there is another way to live, and to attach to a strong person, such as selling your body.
The reason why Zheyan and Chang'an can stay in this small tribe is just one sentence of the patriarch ... and one night.
But this tribe named "vulture" is really not as good as the original one. The material is not very rich. The patriarch already has three wives. There is really no room to bring another Asian beast that cannot reproduce offspring.
Moreover, after two or three years, the patriarch also slowly lost interest in Zheyan. From then on, the "guests" from home were not fixed.
Changan used to turn around and left, walking to the river carrying his own small basket, and sat down to soak his bare feet in the river.
"Chang'an, Chang'an, come here!" A passing woman saw him and waved cheerfully.
The woman's name was A Yan, who lived not far away. Her husband died during a hunt. She had no children and lived alone. Generally speaking, when a woman in a northern tribe dies, it is difficult for her husband to live and remarry, but there are special cases-such as A Yan, no one wants to marry her, not because she is ugly, but because everyone knows that she cannot give birth Child.
A woman who cannot have a child cannot be justified as a wife. If she is willing, she may be able to use her to exchange the pity of others like Zheyan—of course, when it is discarded, it may not be.
Rather than living in such dignity, she would rather live a hard life herself.
Ayan is good at refining sugar from malt making malt. No one has the same skills as her. The sugar refining is crystal clear and sweet—if she lives in the south, maybe the life will be better. In the land, malt is an important food. Only a few families can get the surplus and make sugar for children and women.
She had to do rough work and heavy work outside of sugar making.
Chang'an picked up her straw shoes and ran over, Ayan carefully glanced around, and found no one, and then she squatted down and lowered her back to the basket of heavy leather-winter is coming, she To help the patriarchs take care of these raw skins-and then put their hands in their arms, and found out a small paper envelope to Chang'an: "Hold."
Chang'an took it and opened it. Inside were three sugar buds with large fingernails, rounded and translucent.
Ayan whispered to him: "Take it and don't let others see it."
These were left over when she helped people make sugar. She didn't dare to take more and she would be found by others. Chang'an picked up a piece, stomped, and handed the candy bar to her mouth.
Ayan gently grasped his scary little hand and pressed it softly, "Chang'an eats, I've eaten."
Chang'an put the sugar in his mouth with great cherishment. After all, it was a child. After eating sweets, he couldn't help showing a smile.
Ayan looked at his smiley face—the child's eyes were beautiful, but the eyes of people always seemed a little cold. Only when she smiled, a little pink appeared at the corner of her eyes, as if it was spring. Like peach petals. Ayan touched his hair and sighed: "Chang'an looks better than all the children in the tribe, it's just my child ..."
Her eyes fell unintentionally on Chang'an's neck. Suddenly her face changed and she took off the child's coarse clothes. There was a bloodstain like something drawn from the place covered by the clothes.
"How did this happen?" She sank, and suddenly stood up, looking angrily at the wooden house not far away. "That ... he hit you?"
Chang'an shook his head quickly, and said quietly, "Zheyan is not a slut, he treats me well."
He picked up his small back basket, opened the lid, and took out a bunch of flowers from it. The flowers grew like a small bell. Even if they were picked, they could stay fresh for ten and a half months. There is a quiet fragrance called "colored bell flowers". Women like to hang at home as decoration, but it is very rare. Only in the depths of the forest, that is where hunters can get involved.
Changan whispered, "Ayan, here."
Ayan took the flower and was a little surprised: "Is it for me?"
Changan nodded.
Ayan sighed for a moment, sighed, and stretched out her hand to slap the child's tender little face: "Don't you say you can't go into the woods alone? What if you meet a beast?"
"Go to see training," Changan replied.
On the other side of the forest is the training ground for young hunters and warriors. Chang'an always likes to sneak into the grass and peek. The adults there know that he just doesn't hate it and never messes with him.
"Don't you like it?" The child seemed nervous.
"Very beautiful," Ayan said, "I like it very much."
She seemed to have something to say, but at this time, the wooden door of the philosopher opened, and a man came out from behind, and clothed with clothes, followed, and they whispered something. With a happy face, he shouted from a distance: "Chang'an, come here!"
Chang'an picked up the small basket and ran over, Zhe Yan pulled him over, and warmly pushed him to the man next to him: "This is Changan, the child I told you about."
The man frowned and looked at the little guy: "Are you crazy? This is too young ... Are you four years old?"
"He is more than six years old." Zhe Yan grinned and said to Chang'an, "This is Lu Ke, a famous carpenter. He will be your master in the future, and you will become a respected person like him in the future. Craftsman."
Chang An looked silently at Lu Ke.
Zheyan grabbed Luke's sleeve: "I can't teach him anything. Please accept him. This child can do everything and eat too little ... please."
Luke looked at Chang'an critically: "Is he really six years old? But it looks too small-there are so many herbs in the house. Is he sick?"
"No, no, he's healthy, but he's older than the other children!" Zhe Yan quickly denied, "I drink those herbs in the house, really! You believe me, if you think he's in trouble, every day Let him come back to me at night. I take care of him. Chang'an is very smart. I won't forget the journey once, right? Talk! "
Chang'an did not nod or shake his head, and remained silent.
Probably the man is always softer after venting his desires. Lu Ke hesitated, and finally agreed: "Tomorrow you can give him a try, it's not impossible, but if he can't suffer, I will still Will send it back to you. "
Zheyan heard, his eyes lit up.
Luke touched Chang'an's head rudely, then put his hand in his arms: "Today's ..."
"No, no," Zhe Yan pushed his hand back, revealing a meaningful smile, "use nothing, I like you, I wish."
After looking at Zheyan enthusiastically sending Lu Ke away, Chang'an also came back and said to him stupidly: "The best way out for Asia Beast is to be a craftsman. You can live in any tribe in your life. Do you know what I mean ? It ’s not easy to learn from Luke, to catch him ... "
Changan whispered, "I want to learn the sword."
But the philosophical words immersed in his own joy were not heard at all. He was busy looking forward to the future-this child is his treasure, and once was all the support for his survival, so he must have a bright future. Anyone is strong.