The old man Geng came back from the Xia tribe's new city warehouse.

Full of curiosity and questions, he wandered around the Xia tribe.

When we arrived at the Xia tribe's iron-making furnace, the people inside were busy working.

He was brave and wandered in. He suddenly felt that the space in the ironmaking room was too big. It was filled with a strong smell of flames and metal. Although it was pungent, it was full of original and rustic taste. There was also the burning of charcoal, which turned the iron into

The special smell is emitted by the burning of the ore, and the strong smell of sweat evaporates from the man's body.

The temperature inside the house was so high that the old man wanted to take off his leather jacket as soon as he entered.

The people in the iron-making team include those who forge iron, those who pull bellows, those who make models, and those who hammer stones. There are also several people standing in front of a piece of iron clothing and pointing.

He was interested in those blacksmiths and asked about them, but the noise inside was too loud to hear clearly.

The old man saw that their hands were rough and strong. In the hot flames, they used pliers to hold the red iron block and placed it on the iron pier. The hammer lightly tapped on the iron block, and the iron block made a "chiss" sound in the air.

"" sound, as if expressing its pain. Then, they waved the hammers in their hands, drawing beautiful arcs in the air, and each fall was accompanied by a crisp knocking sound.

He didn't know what those people were doing and wanted to ask.

But he was stopped by a half-grown boy with a layer of gray on his face and only a piece of animal skin around his body. In such weather, he is not afraid of the cold here.

"Hey, old man, what are you doing?"

"I don't know what to do yet, just walking around."

"It doesn't look like you were assigned to the iron-making group. Get out quickly. This is an important place for the Xia tribe."

The old man couldn't understand what the people inside were doing, so he didn't even look at it, so he came out of the iron-making group.

When I came outside, a gust of cold wind blew, and I shivered all over.

He continued walking towards a path in the forest and came to another big house. This was not just a house, but a large yard surrounded by tree trunks.

He looked inside and found that there were more people inside.

The entire yard was filled with the aroma of wood and the sound of the tools in their hands.

Those people were doing work that the old man couldn't understand.

I saw someone putting a big log on the triangular wooden horse, someone pulling a black string to play, and then two people pulling something and carefully cutting a piece of wood. Opposite them, there was a pile of

The cut boards have neat edges and clear textures, exuding the unique charm of wood.

On the other side, someone took out a plane and began to plan the board. The sound of the plane echoed in the yard, and each planing made the board smoother, until the ordinary boards were gradually smoothed and beautifully planed.

He was very curious about those tools and admired these young people even more.

Looking at the other people, I saw that some were drilling holes in the tree trunks, some were splitting branches, some were pushing bark, some were assembling something, and some were discussing something based on clay models.

The old man wanted to go in and ask what they were doing. He was interrupted by a voice from behind.

"Hey, old man, don't block the way, let us in."

The old man turned around and saw that it was a group of men carrying logs. He quickly got out of the way.

After the group of people entered, the old man did not dare to ask any more questions.

He walked towards the Xia tribe.

When we came to the Xia Tribe’s weaving group, we felt very familiar with this place, because in the past, the Dao Tribe would also organize people to specialize in weaving tools.

He knew what some of the Xia tribe's weaving tools were used for, but the shapes were different from what he had weaved before.

But there are many women here. The more women talk, the more they know. The more they talk, the more they know. The more they know, the more they understand. The more they know, the more they can do things better.

Old man Geng was not disliked by anyone here. He got used to the atmosphere here and quickly became mingled with the women here.

When he was talking happily, the old man went to the toilet, but ended up in the wrong place and entered the women's toilet.

Fortunately, the women in the women's restroom were from the knitting group, and they had spoken to them just now, otherwise Old Man Geng wouldn't be able to eat and walked away. The women laughed at others for being old-minded, and Old Man Geng made a big blush.

What kind of tribe is this? Are men and women divided into men and women when going to the toilet?

The key point was that he didn't know how to tell the difference. He stood outside the toilet for a long time and noticed that there were two people painted on the wall outside the toilet, one side was a man and the other side was a woman.

He thought that this was how the male and female toilets should be distinguished.

Wang Wei originally wanted to use characters to identify men's and women's toilets, but primitive people were illiterate, so he asked Xia Shuang, the painting master of the Xia tribe, to draw images of men and women in each toilet to distinguish them.

The old man did not dare to go to the knitting group anymore and wandered elsewhere.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that he returned to the single room where he lived.

In fact, he just came back from wandering around the kitchen of the Xia tribe. As he walked, he thought that the Dao tribe was still saving rice in exchange for some salt and pottery. In the Xia tribe, everyone here has multiple pieces of pottery with different functions.

, and the salt in the food is so abundant that they never worry about the lack of salt.

All of this, the information he got from the people of the Xia tribe, and his judgment, it was still the king, and only he could do it.

Old Man Geng found out a lot of new things in the Xia tribe's weaving group in the afternoon, and he learned all about the Xia tribe's past.

There is a saying that the king of the Xia tribe is the incarnation of the god of heaven. Old man Geng was dumbfounded when he heard this.

But he was right when he thought about it, which tribe had these new things? He became more and more interested in the Xia tribe.

When you come back, close the door.

The fire in the fireplace burned brightly, and the dry wood made a crackling sound.

The boy next to the fireplace was not trembling as much as before.

"Hua, are you still cold?"

"Grandpa, it's not cold."

"Oh, it would be great if the Dao tribe had this thing called a fireplace. You wouldn't suffer so much. It would be nice to just sit here and warm yourself by the fire."

"Grandma, will we always live here in the future?"

"Stay here first, and we will go back after your illness is cured."

"Can my illness be cured? Can we go back?"

The old man Geng couldn't answer. What would happen to Hua when he returned to the Dao tribe?

The boy pulled off the fur wrapped around his head, revealing a head of black hair, and washed the black ash on his face with hot water, revealing his true face. It turned out to be a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Then she sat on the wooden stool, her delicate face turning a little rosy under the light of the fire. Her big eyes kept staring at the burning firewood, and she used a wooden stick to stir up the unburned firewood in the fireplace.

Seeing her having fun, the old man sighed. He picked up a new kettle, filled the wooden bucket with water, and placed it on the iron sheet above the fireplace. He didn't know what the iron sheet was made of, but he felt that it was not afraid of fire.

It's bad. The kettle is also the same. It starts to steam after being placed on the iron sheet for a while.

"There are very few people living in this kind of house in the Xia tribe now. The king asked us to live here. We may not be able to go back. The king asked me to grow rice for the Xia tribe."

"It's okay if you don't go back. Just teach the Xia tribe people to grow rice and make the Xia tribe richer."

"The Xia tribe doesn't have much rice, but there is a lot of other food. I have been to the kitchen, and they said it is the kitchen. In the special warehouse in the kitchen, there are more dried meats, all hanging on the roof, and all on the ground.

It's a big pottery vat. I've never seen so much food in my whole life. Wow, how long will it take to eat? The Xia tribe also has fish ponds and livestock. You tell me, the king of the Xia tribe actually said there is a shortage.

Food, what did he think?"

"have no idea."

"I went to the kitchen, and there were many talented women and men in the kitchen. They didn't do anything else, but specialized in making food for the Xia tribe people. There were several kitchens for making food, including those specialized in barbecue, some specialized in cooking, and some cooking.

Yes, there is a special operation room and food preparation area. The kitchen knives they use are very sharp. It only takes a few knives to chop meat and bones, and a woman can easily do it. There is also a large pot in the kitchen, I don’t know how it is cooked.

of."

Hua listened quietly, thinking that this was completely different from the rice tribe.

Old man Geng suddenly thought of something about the woman who was the king of the Xia tribe.

"Hey, I heard something. The king of the Xia tribe has several women. How can he do it with such a small body? Hehe..."

"Grandpa, don't you have a few of them? You even call them kings."

"That happened a long time ago, and now I am alone. Among the king's women, there is also a beggar, who is also very young. I heard that her task is to take care of the children of the Xia tribe. The other women are in the special pharmacy of the Xia tribe.

Here, why don’t you go to the pharmacy and let the king’s woman treat you?”

"My illness cannot be cured. It's not like I don't know."

"My grandpa is getting old, and what I worry about most is you. What will you do if I'm not here? That grandpa of yours..."

"Master, don't talk about him, I don't want to hear it."

"Okay, don't say it, don't say it."
Chapter completed!