I Am Not a Savage

　　 Chapter 16 I am Xuanyuan, the son of Xiong

　　 When Yunchuan was awakened by the morning cold dew, the market finally calmed down.

　　 Very peaceful!

　　 There was only a thin layer of cold fog floating in the air, and the bonfire that was still burning last night, at this time, was half-dead with a little bit of blue smoke.

　　 The women who didn't wear any clothes had already escaped the entanglement of the men, squeezed into a ball and lay in the ashes of firewood that didn't know if there was any warmth at all. The buttocks that were exposed to the outside were always the most fat.

　　 It is reasonable to say that such a scene will make the blood of the man bleed, and Yunchuan just sighed after seeing it.

　　 He suddenly remembered something he had heard from the masters of the geological team many years ago. When they walked into the pastoral area, they sometimes encountered white tents, and in every white tent there was a shepherd's girl.

　　 Passers-by will be taken care of by the shepherdess when they enter this white tent, including the spring breeze in the evening.

　　 If you like this girl, you can stay for two more days. If you don’t like it, just leave.

　　 I can’t talk about who owes whom, the only shepherdess needs is a child...

　　 The purpose of the mother for these girls is to breed offspring, so that more people in the tribe can use her. As for who the child is, it doesn't matter who the child is, as long as he is healthy.

　　 The sun came out, and the mist dispersed.

　　 Mother has also returned, her face still looks tired after the joy of last night.

　　 The task of reproducing the population of the tribe not only belongs to the girls, but also applies to her.

　　 Today, more tribes will come to this bazaar.

　　 Before noon, there were thousands of people in the market, which was originally only a few hundred people.

　　 The tribe that came at this time was more prosperous than the one that came first. At least, Yunchuan saw seven or eight bison, as well as some donkeys and horses.

　　 There are more dogs, and the barking noise is so noisy, which makes the little wild wolf have to guard under the belly of the bison and dare not leave easily.

　　 This time, Yunchuan saw bronze ware. The most expensive one was a bronze tripod, which is a bronze pot.

　　 This thing shouldn't be produced by the tribe itself, it can only come from robbery.

　　 There are no patterns on this bronze tripod, and no text. It is two feet high and not thick at all. There is a thick layer of carbon dust on the outer skin. It looks like it was used as a pot by a certain tribe.

　　 Yunchuan wanted to change it. After asking the price, he left, and didn't know what was going on. These people always fixed their eyes on Yunchuan's calf.

　　 He admitted that this calf was sturdy, smooth and fat, and very obedient. It was by no means comparable to the bony bison brought by those tribes.

　　 But even so, what's the matter with taking a bite of a broken copper pot full of air bubbles?

　　The only thing that the Yunchuan tribe lacks is linen. The hill tribe does not produce this thing. All linen comes from the plain tribe.

　　The hill tribes with linen are generally adjacent to the plain tribes.

　　The tribe selling bronze tripods is very different from the people of other hill tribes.

　　 Yunchuan, who was riding on the back of the bison, looked very eye-catching among the wild crowd. Not counting the fat and strong bison under his crotch, just his extravagant attire was enough to awe other wild men in awe.

　　 Now, he has an opponent.

　　 The attire of the boy standing behind the bronze cauldron is not worse than that of Yunchuan, and his leather jacket is even worse.

The only difference is that this young man is wearing a fox hat on his head, but there are no shoes on his feet. The hat should be made of a whole fox skin. The fluffy tail of the fox hangs behind his head and is blown by the wind. Put it away, extremely angry.

　　 Yunchuan did not wear a hat. He originally had a hat made of bamboo rat leather. Later, he disliked this thing for absorbing water and gave it to his mother.

　　 In the face of this teenager, Yunchuan is not without advantages, he has a pair of warm leather boots!

　　 Therefore, Yunchuan focused his attention on this extremely beautiful looking fox fur hat, and the teenager's attention was all on the leather boots on Yunchuan's feet.

　　 "I am Xuanyuan, the son of the Xiong family in Pingyuan!"

　　 Yunchuan understood this sentence, because he was talking purely the words of the hilly savage tribe.

　　 "I am Yunchuan, the son of Yunchuan in the hills!" Yunchuan said naturally.

　　 Xuanyuan stepped over the simple bronze cauldron to arrive in front of the bull riding Yunchuan aggressively: "Do you have a lot of tribal food?"

　　 Yunchuan forced to endure the horror in his heart and said blankly: "Are there many tripods in your tribe?"

　　 Xuanyuan smiled and said, "A lot, you can change it, but it takes a lot of food."

　　 Yunchuan nodded and said, "I will change when I have time."

　　 Xuanyuan took another step forward, stroking the head of the bison and said, "Are there many such bison in your tribe?"

　　 Yunchuan smiled and said: "There are pits and valleys, this is just a calf."

　　 Xuanyuan touched the thick fat on the calf’s neck with satisfaction and looked at the boots on Yunchuan’s feet and said, "It should be warm when you wear this thing?"

　　 Yunchuan looked condescendingly at Xuanyuan and said, "It's warm, and there are other uses."

　　 Xuanyuan smiled, his teeth were as white as white stones, and he said to Yunchuan satisfied: "There are still people in your tribe who can do this kind of stuff, right?"

　　 Yunchuan nodded and said, "Yes, many."

　　 Xuanyuan looked at the mountain of goods piled up behind Yunchuan’s mother enviously and said, "This winter, your life will be better."

　　 Yunchuan smiled and said, "The life in our clan has always been better."

　　 Xuanyuan lowered his head for a moment and thought about squeezing a brilliant smile toward Yunchuan and said, "In the future, the life of our tribe will also be better."

　　 After that, he turned around and left, and while walking, he waved to Yunchuan.

Seeing this young man walked into the crowd of his own tribe and began to warmly entertain the wild men who wanted to change things, Yun Chuan took his hands out of his arms. Before that, he had been holding the two saber-toothed tigers in his hands. Long tooth.

　　 He tried to keep his body from shaking and not showing his fear.

　　 He didn't know if this person was really the one he had worshipped in Yan'an.

　　 If it is really that person, he doesn't know how he should face it.

Fortunately, this person showed a tyrannical side in front of him. If he was more gentle with Yunchuan, Yunchuan felt that he might be fooled away by this guy, and then he would become the most loyal running dog under his sect, and there would be no such thing. The slightest feeling of humiliation.

Yunchuan strolled around the market for a while, and soon discovered that Xuanyuan’s goods were surprisingly cheap. Except for the eye-catching bronze tripod, other goods, such as fur goods, linen cloth, and salt, were all cheap. amazing.

　　 It’s just that these goods don’t look like goods from the plains, but more like things from hilly savages.

　　 Yunchuan's heart was frail.

　　 Mother took the opportunity to exchange her own salted fish for a lot of linen from Xuanyuan's house. The piles were huge and very cheap. A hundred salted fish were replaced.

　　 Xuanyuan’s family didn’t seem to be conscious of a loss. Instead, they smiled and watched their mother carry the linen with the clansmen, just as kind as they looked at their family.

　　Until now, Yunchuan focused on the environment of the market.

　　 After observing the environment, Yunchuan was surprised to find that as long as he lays a defensive point on the Tiansheng Bridge, he can block the Tiansheng Bridge without a lot of people.

　　 The market looks flat. In fact, the terrain is very low. It is surrounded by hills and hills on three sides, and a natural bridge on one side. If...

　　 He passed by Xuanyuan's booth again, and wanted to talk to Xuanyuan, so he tried again. As a result, Xuanyuan was no longer there.

　　 Yunchuan took out two salted fish in exchange for a pale yellow old wolf skin, and asked the strong man in front of him during the delivery: "Where is Xuanyuan?"

　　 The brawny man raised his head and said, "He has gone to bed."

　　 Yunchuan looked up at the shining sun, nodded and walked to his mother's side.

There was nothing left of the salted fish, pottery, and salt that his mother had brought. Just as his mother was wondering whether to cut the food of the tribe and change some things back, Yunchuan whispered: "We should go now. ."

　　 The mother put down the linen cloth on her hand and looked at her son in confusion.

　　 "Someone will **** our things." Yun Chuan suddenly thought of Xuanyuan's white stone-like teeth involuntarily said.

　　 My mother immediately became nervous when she heard the words, looked back and forth, and said: "Who will rob us?"

　　 Yunchuan said: "Xuanyuan!"

　　 "Who is Xuanyuan?"

　　 Yunchuan took a long breath and said, "A person with teeth like white stones."

　　 My mother was very scared, and her black teeth started to rattle.

　　 People with white stone teeth are very powerful. This is what she often praises.

　　Because Yunchuan’s teeth were white as white stones. Now, another person with teeth like white stones came out. Undoubtedly, they must be very powerful.

　　 She didn't waste a second, she immediately gathered the people in her family, took all the goods she could bring, and left without saying a word.

　　 Yunchuan did not leave immediately. He felt that he should attract the attention of the Xuanyuan people and protect his mother and they would soon cross the Tianshengqiao.

　　 He didn't think Xuanyuan would give himself a lot of time.

Eighty-odd people left, which had little effect on a market with more than 1,000 people. In addition, Yunchuan rode a bison and was still wandering around with Abu, and the mother and the group left basically no one. note.

　　 However, this blindness is still not an obstacle for those who are interested.

　　 The brawny man who sold a wolf skin to Yunchuan came over and said to Yunchuan, "I'm leaving now? Xuanyuan has better goods coming soon. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Yunchuan looked at the seemingly honest man and said, "Who are you?"

　　 The man smiled and said: "I am Fenghoushi!"

　　 Yunchuan turned around and saw that his mother and the group had already walked on the Tiansheng Bridge, so he didn't say a word to the most loyal running dog of His Majesty the Yellow Emperor in the legend, so that the ignorant Abu Palace rushed to the Tiansheng Bridge on a horse.

　　Fenghoushi didn't know how to manage his expression, his disappointment was beyond words, and he called Yunchuan to stay and spend the night before leaving.

　　 Yunchuan naturally ignored his deceptive mouth. The more he shouted, the faster Yunchuan ran.

　　 And before leaving, he asked Abu to shout in his loudest voice.

　　 "The Kuafu tribe is here!"

　　 Yunchuan firmly believes that if he is the first thief of this era, Xuanyuan is definitely the biggest liar and robber of this era!

　　 Not to mention anything else, just because he lied to Xingtian and chopped off people's head while others were not prepared, there was no way to wash him white.

　　 Yunchuan doesn’t think he is smart. Now, it’s too dangerous to deal with this ancestor of human wisdom.

　　The bison ran very fast, and the little wolf ran very fast. Abu seemed to run faster. When Fenghou's remembered to chase, they had already ran far away.

Even if he wanted to chase, he couldn't take care of it anymore. The wild people in the market heard someone shouting "Kwafu Clan is here" and they became a mess, one by one, running around like headless flies. , Randomly.

　　 Boasting that the father clan can eat people, this is the deepest fear in the hearts of savages.

Fenghoushi didn't know where to drew a thick wooden stick and banged it heavily on the head of a savage who passed by him. With one stick, he smashed his head and screamed while holding the blood-stained stick. : "Don't run!"