newbobooks Chapter 188 City 8
Chapter 188 City 8
Chapter 188 City 8
"Father, where did this come from? It's so beautiful!" Xiaoman held the straw bird in the palm of her hand and looked at it curiously. She didn't know how the bird was made, but the texture of each feather was clearly visible.
The little guy now wears his own clothes. Sometimes, if he doesn’t pay attention to the collar and hat, it will pile up on his neck. He doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Ji Lang helps him put the hat in place. “It’s the work of your new master.”
The new master was very reliable. After only two days of leading the group of chattering little ones, he had convinced them. He also divided them into teams and started training them in an orderly manner every day.
Anan is a capable man. Many hunters do not understand what he teaches the children. In the beginning, Qingjiu, Azhou and others would just sit by and listen. Later, different hunters would come every day to "learn from him".
Sometimes when he went out for patrol or hunting, he would look for his companions who were not out for questioning when he came back.
The biggest gain is that Anan really knows some animal taming techniques. When playing, he would tell Xiaoman how to give orders so that the dogs would execute them immediately, and how to arrange them to hunt. Xiaoman originally just had a affinity with animals and could play together, but slowly the dogs became his "lackeys."
Although Liefeng and the others are reliable most of the time, they are inevitably playful. Everyone is surprised that Xiaoman, this little guy, can make the other dogs do whatever he says.
Anan's status in the tribe has improved a lot, and as a result, Aqing has received a lot of care.
Humans are very strange creatures. No matter when or where, they cannot get rid of the sense of class. Even if the tribe has never divided them into different classes, when they get along with each other, unconsciously, some people with outstanding abilities will be praised highly, while some people with insufficient abilities will consciously put themselves in a low position.
But Anan was not aware of these things with his current brain. He just felt that he was getting more and more delicious food, and he usually played hunting games with a group of friends.
He was extremely happy.
It was an unseen sunny day in a long time, and the outer courtyard was much busier than usual.
This is the "market" held in the tribe every ten days.
Everyone can bring their extra items to the market and exchange them with others.
Originally, Ji Lang thought that at most they would exchange some food with each other, but he didn't expect that there were so many varieties of goods in the market. There were all kinds of sweaters, hats, socks knitted by the women themselves, as well as bamboo bowls and chopsticks, water cups, straw baskets, small tables and stools, various fur bags, raincoats, rain hats, and rain boots made of tarpaulin, and even small ornaments made for aesthetics.
Ji Lang was a little dazzled.
There were people looking at almost every stall, and some were bargaining, saying things like, "How can you exchange this little thing of yours for two of mine? You can only exchange it for one," and "Give me another small bowl." "Hey, hey, don't go, I'll give it to you."
"I was in a daze, thinking I was back to the vegetable market I went to when I was a child." Ji Lang said while pulling Qing Jiu who was standing beside him.
Qing Jiu smiled and said, "That should be much more lively than this."
Xiaoman often pestered Jilang to talk about past events. Qingjiu was also curious and listened a lot.
"Let's go for a walk and see if we can find anything good." Ji Lang pushed the tall and strong man forward. Qing Jiu restrained his strength and walked along with him, stopping and starting.
"What is this?" Ji Lang walked to a stall. On the stall's moisture-proof mat were placed all kinds of fur balls, small ceramic ornaments, and wooden carved animals and flowers, all of which were painted.
The stall owner was talking to someone at another stall with his back turned, and when he heard the voice, he turned around and said, "Priest!"
Ji Lang took a look and asked, "Isn't this a pigeon?"
"Did you make all this?" When Gege was learning pottery from Li, everyone knew that she was very clever and deft. Unexpectedly, she was not idle during the cold season and made so many little gadgets.
Dove smiled, looking much more cheerful and generous than before, "Yes, priest, pick two and give them to you." She explained patiently that she had originally made them for Xiaoyuan and Xiaofang to play with, but later she found that these little gadgets looked pretty when hung on clothes or bags, so she studied and made quite a few of them in her spare time. This time she was trying to exchange them for some food, but she didn't expect that she had already exchanged several of them in a short time.
Ji Lang looked around and picked out a small ball of fur that looked like a rabbit's tail and a small wooden sculpture that looked like a dog for Xiaoman. He turned around and looked at Qingjiu for a while. There was really nothing suitable for him on this stall, but he had another idea.
"I'll take these two first. Pigeon, you wait and go to the stall guarded by Feng by the doorway and pick two. We'll exchange them." Seeing that Pigeon kept waving his hands and saying no, he continued, "If you want to do this, I wanted to ask you for help, but now I don't dare to say it."
The pigeon was distracted by this and its attention was diverted. "What are you doing?"
Ji Lang picked up a small wooden stick and drew on the ground for a while. "Can you carve a flower like this?"
After staring at it for a while, the pigeon nodded, "Okay."
"Okay, then please make one for me when you have time. It can be about the same size as this ball of hair. But I want it black. Can it be dyed?" Ji Lang said.
"Yes." The pigeon was still observing the flowers painted by Jilang. They were really beautiful, but... why were they dyed black?
She was still wondering when the two people squatting beside the stall stood up and walked away for a long distance.
The hands that had just taken off their gloves to paint flowers were now tightly held by a warm and dry big palm, and Qing Jiu couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Ji Lang also smiled, "Happy? Black Rose."
He is such a genius to give his "black rose" a black rose.
It only took a quarter of an hour to walk around the place, stopping from time to time. After all, there were not many people in the tribe, and not everyone had enough supplies to set up a stall in the market.
However, Qing Jiu still used a small hammer he made to exchange for a small animal skin bag at a stall.
It's just right for Jilang to equip his wooden spear.
The two were about to go back when they saw Xishi standing by the bamboo wall.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Qing Jiu walked over. Xi Shi has been in good condition recently. He hasn't felt uncomfortable for a long time, and his nose has almost recovered.
Xi Shi turned around, with a long-lost smile on his face, as if everything was under control, "The warm season is coming."
"Really?" Ji Lang was a little surprised. This winter season was much shorter than the previous one.
"Look at the mountain over there. There is a faint black color exposed. That's the mountain wall exposed after the snow melted. Also, the wind is warm and has the smell of earth." Xi Shi said and took another deep breath. He hadn't experienced this kind of clear sense for several days.
Ji Lang looked at the place he pointed:......
It was all white and he couldn't see anything at all. It was very difficult for him as a person with mild myopia.