Chapter 123 Gujiu Tribe 2

The child is extremely cute, smiling and chattering. Shaoqiu said secretly, "The Gujiu tribe... It seems that I have heard what the tiger warrior said. Oh, when he was escorted from the Huangyi tribe to Yanggu by the Ronghushi a month ago, he passed by a large mulberry forest. The Ronghushi said that there was a Gujiu tribe in the east of the mulberry forest.

I remembered that I really met the Holy Witch in this mulberry forest. In just a few days, the dream had woken up like a spring dream, and Shaoqiu couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his chest. He slowly sat up. Although his body was in severe pain, the scars on his body had miraculously disappeared.

At this time, it was dark in the room, and an old man came in, holding a few herbs in his hand: "This silted grass is really difficult to pick... Ha ha, teenager, are you awake?"

The old man is about 50 years old. His face is wrinkled, and his hair is mixed with black and white, but his hair is curled up and inserted with a wooden hairpin. Shaoqiu hurriedly struggled to sit up, knelt down and bent down and said, "Thank you for saving my life!"

"How dare you, how dare you." The old man helped him up with a smile and said, "You're fine. It's just that the viscera were hit and you were in a coma. It happened that I saw that I was nearby. It was easy to do. Boy, what do you call me?"

"In the lower Shaoqiu." Shaoqiu hesitated for a moment. Knowing that people in the wilderness must ask where their tribe was when they met strangers, he said, "From Kongsang Island in the East China Sea. Excuse me, my father-in-law, are you..."

"Kongsang Island?" The old man shook his head, but did not ask. He said, "I am the mulberry of the Gujiu tribe. He specializes in raising silkworms and making silk, so he lives in this mulberry forest."

Under the introduction of the old man Gulei, Shaoqiu knew that the Gujiu tribe also belongs to the Jintian tribe. This wide mulberry forest is its territory. The main city is five miles away from this place and is called Gujiuyi. The Gujiu tribe is famous for being good at raising silkworms and making silk in the wilderness. The current king of Gujiu is Gujiu's mother.

"Can a woman also be a clan king?" Shaoqiu Qidao.

The old man Gu Lei's face showed a strange look and laughed and said, "A woman is the king of the ancient system in ancient times. The ancient people only knew that their mother did not know their father. There was no difference between relatives, brothers, husband and women, and there was no way to grow up and down. Women are the inheritors of tribal blood. Don't you know this?"

Shaoqiu shook his head in astonishment. Gu Lei said, "After the Yellow Emperor unified Yanhuang and Jiuli, the ancient system was broken. Men began to take key positions in the tribe, especially after Emperor Zhuan, they decided to marry, and established the difference between men and women. Only then did men begin to dominate the tribe. However, up to now, our Gujiu tribe, the Weilu tribe in the south, the Nuwa tribe and other tribes that follow the ancient system still serve as women as clan kings.

"Oh." Only then did Shaoqiu understand.

The old man Gulei threw the silted grass into the clay pot on the bonfire: "The girl was seriously injured. I'm ashamed. I didn't understand the elemental power, so I didn't see what she had been injured. However, it can be seen that this girl is gold. Well, this silt grass belongs to the wood system, but it is born in the mud of the lake. It has the effects of both wood and earth. Mu Peiyuan and native gold must be very good for her.

"Thank you, father-in-law." Shaoqiu woke up for a long time. He only felt that the elemental power in his body was running, and a sense of vitality gushed out of his body. He hurriedly stood up, went to Gan Tang and squatted down. Looking at Gan Tang's pale face without any blood, he couldn't help but feel sorry and muttered, "Gantang, tell me, why is it so difficult to survive in the wilderness?"

Gan Tang closed his eyes and fell asleep, and I don't know if he heard it. This fierce girl only shows her pitiful and delicate state at such a moment. Shaoqiu was even more painful, and he just said in his heart, "She died for me... She died for me... In this world... Someone is really willing to die for me..."

He only felt that his chest was extremely stuffy, and his irritability surged all over his body, and he almost wanted to find someone to fight. He always has a very strange feeling for Gan Tang. He can't tell whether it is love, just like the real feelings for the witch, and he doesn't know whether it is love. For Gan Tang, he seemed to be very afraid of the girl in front of him, but he was a little dependent on her. The two had been together for so long, Shaoqiu was shocked and difficult to walk, but Gan Tang's fierce style gave him a sense of dependence. It seems that with her, you can face any difficulties. Now Gan Tang is seriously injured and in a coma. The feeling of hesitation in Shaoqiu's heart suddenly turned into a full of depression.

But in front of this kind old man and lovely child, he had to suppress himself desperately, punched his five fingers, and clenched stiffly. Suddenly, a gentle little hand touched his fist: "Brother Shaoqiu, I'll take you out to play. When the herbs are cooked and given to this sister a drink, she will get better.

Shaoqiu slowly turned his head, but Gu Yuer was breaking his fist with a smile. Shaoqiu was sad and slowly opened his palm. Ren Gu'er pulled him and pulled him out of the door.

As soon as I went out, Shaoqiu was stunned. This was actually a huge silk-making field. There are seven or eight houses around, and men and women in dozens of tribes are busy. Nearby are dozens of bamboo baskets woven with dry silkworm cocoons full of white flowers, and next to them are several middle-aged men cooking cocoons and silk in the boiling pottery tripod.

Farther away, under the green mulberry leaves, there are countless white silks, stretching straight to the depths of the mulberry forest. These silks are just woven from silk. They are white and smooth, like a condensed wave, undulating in the green.

Shaoqiu suddenly had a feeling of returning to Kongsang Island. At that time, when he came back from fishing near the sea with a canoe, he would see that Ai Sang was silking and weaving. Her white skin and white silk complemented each other, which was the most touching picture she had seen for many years!

He suddenly felt like he wanted to cry.