Chapter 12

do not worry. "

I need needle and thread. Needle, use the thinnest bone spur, I will tell you how to do it, if there is a hard wood spur, it will work, as long as it fits the shape and size I need. Thread..." Yan Mo pondered for a while, then used hair and horsehair, the longer the better, prepare a few more."

What else do you need? "

Knife, pot, water, fire, soft gān net gān grass, large thistle leaves. All these things had better be prepared within today, the situation of Lord Dahe can no longer be dragged on. "

that's it? " Cinnamon asked blankly.

Yan Mo said jokingly: Sister Cinnamon, you can also prepare the food for me, you can prepare more, I can eat it very well. "

Cinnamon smiled. She just thought how much or how difficult it was to prepare, but now it sounds like it's all within her power, and she breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: I'll prepare right away! What do you say about the needle? How thick, how thin and how long? "

Cao Ding was attentive, coughed lightly, and interjected: It is not difficult to prepare these things, but if you want to move Lord Dahe outside without attracting attention, and you have to find a safe, clean place where no one goes, we only rely on us Two will definitely not work, I have to stay outside for a long time and have to tell my family. "

Yes, we can ask Dadiao for help, and Dahe's brother Dashan. With the two of them helping us, things will be much easier. "After Cinnamon finished speaking, he hurriedly looked at Yan Mo. Don't worry, as long as I told him, Da Diao and Da Shan would not talk nonsense. They, as well as my man, have a good relationship with your master."

Yan Mo smiled. Oh? Are you on good terms with my master? Then you have to take care of it more.

Chapter 9 What can save you? Comrade!

It is said that wisdom is determined by the number of grooves in the cerebral cortex and the size of the brain. On the morning of the third day after Yuan Zhan left, Yan Mo looked at the wooden needles, bone needles, a few knives and obviously refined huáng sent by the cinnamon soil. White salt grains, I really want to cut open the heads of the local indigenous people and take a look.

He believed that he did not underestimate the ancients. What the ancients lacked compared with the moderns was the accumulation of knowledge, and in terms of wisdom, they were no worse than the moderns. On the contrary, the advantage of modern people is only based on the accumulation of thousands or even tens of thousands of years of human history.

But what the cinnamon sent him now made him feel that he still underestimated the ancients. At least their ability and understanding were two or three steps higher than he expected.

Seeing Yan Mo's surprise, Cinnamon smiled slightly and explained, "The shape of the needle you're talking about, I've been thinking about it before. I've always wondered if something could go through the fur. , let me make the fur into a cylinder, and then put a leather rope on the opening, so that Dahe and I can bring more things when I go out. Because something is hanging on the waist, it will fall off accidentally. "

Yan Mo was stunned.

I used to think of grinding a gap at the back end of the bone spur, so that I could pass the leather rope through the fur, but the leather rope was too thick. It is better to use a stone awl to tap out the dòng with a bone spur, and then use the leather rope to pass through the dòng eye. I didn't expect human hair and horsehair to be used as rope, but neither of those things are strong..."

There is no twine and silk thread, and only use them instead. In the future, I will have the opportunity to teach you how to make catgut, which is better than hair and horsehair for sewing on people. "

Cinnamon nodded and silently wrote down what Yan Mo said. Do you think these can be used? I can't do it again. Those salts... all three of our families have added up and boiled them repeatedly with water until they boiled down to this point. I don't know if it's enough, but it's all we have, and it's really hard to get salt. "

Enough, there should be a lot of leftovers after this amount is used. "

Hearing that the salt can be left over, the cinnamon earth's face is obviously a little happy. It doesn't matter if she owns her own home. If she doesn't eat salt, she won't eat it, just boil it for a while. But Dashan and the big sculptor, if they can have the remaining salt for them to use for the next time, it is naturally the best.

Yan Mo looked at the six bone needles and six wooden needles placed on the shòu skin, and was basically satisfied. Of course, this satisfaction was based on the handmade work today. Cinnamon was probably worried that he couldn't understand what he meant. There were twelve needles of different lengths and thicknesses. The thinnest one was probably made of fishbone, and it was about the same size and thickness as a modern common sewing needle.

The most brilliant are those little knives.

Yan Mo only drew the appearance of the scalpel and some commonly used medical tools. He didn't expect Cinnamon to provide him with these. Unexpectedly, the other party was stunned to grind a few specious stone knives according to the size and shape of the scalpel he drew.

Cinnamon is still apologetic, Xiao Mo, I'm sorry, the time is too short, I, Cao Ding, and Da Diao Dashan have not made what you want. The tweezers, clips, and pliers you mentioned, It looks simple, but it doesn't have the effect you say. "

It doesn't matter, it's okay to have these. "

Cao Ding probed in from the door curtain and whispered, "Master Dashan and my master have found a suitable place. My master asked me to come over and ask, can I send Master Dahe there?" "

Send everything you need first. "

Kusamachi replied: They have already been smuggled in. Now

Just about to send people over. "

Let's go then. "

When Kusama heard the words, he immediately got in and carried Yan Mo on his back.

Cinnamon nervously asked Yan Mo what else he needed to bring.

Yan Mo asked her to take the things she brought, and then asked her to bring a few peeled wooden branches that he had prepared at the door.

In order not to attract attention, Cinnamon took something and went back to his tent first, and she and Dahe would not set off until a while.

Cao Ding closed the door curtain and walked towards the natural thatched pit with Yan Mo on his back.

Crossing the thatched pit and seeing that there was no one left or right, Cao Ding walked towards the back of the mountain with Yan Mo on his back.

Between the natural thatched pit and the tent area, there are several large stones separated from each other. A man wearing an inferior leather skirt with a slave mark on his back stuck his head out from behind one of the stones and looked at the backs of the two of Kusamachi. There is puzzlement, and there is also a little excitement as if caught some secret.

He didn't know what kind of injury the new slave suffered. He only saw that Kusamachi carried the slave in and out every day. He had a good impression of Kusama, but unfortunately Kusama belonged to the original carving, and she herself was also very fond of other slaves. To be honest, it is difficult for him to want to get close.

He had been paying attention to Kusamachi and the new slave who had not yet stamped his mark for several days, and today he felt that Kusamachi was especially sneaky. He followed the new slave as he went out.

Kusamachi carried the new slave on his back and did not stop in the shit pit, but went back to the mountain.

Seeing this, the first thought that popped into his mind was that Kusamachi planned to have sex with the new slave behind her back.

This kind of thing is not uncommon among slaves, and most masters don't care, especially those warriors who are married and have female slaves. They don't need female slaves to help them have children, and naturally they don't care who the female slaves sleep with. There are also many things that exchange slaves for each other.

But Kusamachi is different. Everyone knows that her master treats her very well. I heard that the original carving even plans to wait until she has a child in the future, and ask the clan to remove her status as a slave and join the Yuanji tribe. Come up with a lot of food to exchange.

Men are even more excited! If he was allowed to catch the scene where the two were having sex on the spot, he would have the power to threaten Kusamachi. If Kusamachi didn't want to be killed by his master or handed over to other soldiers, she would have to sleep with him obediently.

The man was about to follow, and someone else came here.

The man immediately retracted back after the boulder.

The comers are cinnamon them. Yuanshan and Yuandiao grabbed the two ends of a piece of shòu skin respectively, and carried the dying river across the natural thatched pit. Cinnamon grabbed a bag of shòu skin and followed closely behind.

The man stuck his head out again, waving his hand and rushing towards the flies buzzing towards him, looking at the group of people's retreating backs, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, did he glimpse some great secret?

The words were divided into two parts, and it was said that Cao Ding walked towards the back mountain with Yan Mo behind his back.

Yan Mo looked at the numerous stone forests from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and immediately understood where the stone products in the tribe came from.

Looking up, there is a grassland, and there seem to be many people active on the grassland. A little further away, you can see a light of water, I don't know if it is a river.

On the back of the mountain are the fields of the tribe. "

field? "Yan Mo is surprised. Where is it? That grassland? It doesn't look like a serious field. The most important thing is that people here are already able to farm? That doesn't mean they have food to eat? But why didn't he find one at home?" Grain grain?

Well, they are all planted and guarded by some old slaves. Every year, the harvest is very bad. When the harvest arrives, there will be a lot of birds flying to steal it, and it is impossible to catch them all. This kind of millet also eats the ground. After planting it for a few years, the field where it is planted will absorb gān for it, and it will become a gān land that does not even grow grass. If it wasn't for the priests and elders who liked to eat, these fields would have been planted long ago. "Kusamachi doesn't seem to take those fields to heart.

Yan Mo knew the reason. Even if he has never planted crops, he also knows some common sense. If the crops are not fertilized frequently, some fields with poor soil quality need to rest every other year, otherwise the fields will lose nutrients and eventually become dead fields.

Was the millet grown by slaves only eaten by chiefs, priests and elders? "

certainly. The wives of some third-level warriors can also get some, but the amount is very small, and everyone is not enough to share. For the sake of fairness, the chief did not divide the millet, even he did not eat it himself, and left it all to the priests and elders. them. "

It seems that the chiefs here are not the kind of people who do everything for their own desires. In his memory, the patriarch of the Yanshan clan is not hereditary, but is jointly elected by the clansmen. Usually, the person with the highest force value and the most convincing person is the new patriarch, and the original patriarch will abdicate and become an elder. I don't know if the original tribe is also like this?