Most of the people present didn't know what Jian Chen was going to do, Su Yue heard about it from his son, but he believed that Jian Chen would do it well. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The person who benefited the most from this matter was him, Chen Jian did it the best, and it had nothing to do with him if he didn't do it well, no matter what, Chen Jian was still young and had little qualifications, and his basic plate was just a few cities in Caohe, and it was impossible to grab his position as the leader of the alliance.

Possible hostility in the future is not a reason to oppose now, but on the contrary, it is necessary to be closer now in order to learn.

The rest of the people did not object to Chen Jian's worries, this was obvious, they all thought that if Ji Xia was from Dongyi, then gunpowder, bronze, chariots, horses, these things that changed the way of warfare would hang over their heads.

Moreover, he opposes himself and others support him, although Ji Xia said that he would abide by the rules and treat everyone equally, but this matter is always not at ease, and when the time comes, others will not be able to, that is not good, at this time, he can only make some concessions, and he nodded yes one by one.

Jian Chen took out a bunch of slag glass beads and some small copper shells in Xia City, and each of them sent some and said: "I have a few words to say in a while, if the leaders agree, they will throw the copper shells of Xia City on the table." If you oppose it, you will leave the glass on the table. The last remaining ones can be brought back by everyone, and they can be regarded as a small gift for everyone in Xia City. ”

The completely unformed slag glass is turbid and concave, slightly blue, but at this time it is also an excellent plaything, and everyone can't help but laugh at Chen Jian's careful thinking, which is clearly hooking everyone's support, it's just naïve, it's really about their own city, who will support something they don't want to support for a broken slag glass?

I thought that I was about to get involved in the most important things, but I didn't expect that the first two things that Jian Chen said were meaningless in their eyes.

Chen Jian took out a blank scroll of wooden tablets and said, "Oaths are easy to be forgotten, and word of mouth is easy to change. For example, when I was in Caohe, it was clear that 2,000 people had defeated Xirong and 5,000, but when I got here, it turned out to be 1,000 people. That's why I want to write down our vows and pass them on to future generations. Everyone will die sooner or later, facing the ancestors is one thing, and we must also leave our deeds to future generations for future generations to evaluate. ”

"If someone breaks the oath, and the time comes, there will be a lot of writing on the wooden tablet, and the descendants will look at the wooden tablet and say that whoever has betrayed the oath, I am afraid that the descendants of this person will also be embarrassed. Someone slaughtered a tribesman, and it was also recorded on a wooden tablet, and as long as someone could understand the word, his slaughter of his tribesmen would always be remembered. ”

He raised the wooden slip and said, "This thing is called a book in Xia City. Xia Bucai, who can write a few words, recommends himself as a person who makes a record, and uses the oath of the Jixia Dahe tribes, major events, breaking the enemy, and sacrificing. Legacy posterity has commented on merit, and another one has made our name forever remembered. I don't know what everyone thinks? ”

Several people looked at each other and smiled: "We naturally agree, it would be good if we could leave our names for future generations." It's just that when the Huasu Alliance was in place, Huazhi was a hundred officials, or in charge of planting livestock or managing wealth and goods. In that case, we might as well come up with a name for it. ”

Jian Chen hesitated for a moment, then held back a smile and said, "The person who writes in the book, I think it will be called the secretary." ”

This name is very apt, everyone recalls the name of the secretary, and it is indeed catchy and concise.

Su Yue wanted to please Jian Chen, so he opened his mouth at this time: "Then as Ji Xia said, agree with Ji Xia to be the secretary of our Clan Alliance, and throw a copper shell." ”

He took the lead in throwing a copper shell in front, which did not involve any specific interests, and it could be regarded as a reward for Chen Jian to pass on their names to future generations, and the atmosphere warmly passed the resolution of unanimously electing Chen Jian as secretary.

"What happened, call it something. When it happens, it's called the calendar. Together, it's history. However, I will not remember such a trivial matter as hunting in corn salt and sugar fields. Major events, replaced with a word similar to the event, are called history. History, history, history. Now if I want to write down the matter of everyone electing me as secretary, I can only write down the month and day, the relatives will meet the alliance, and push Xia as the secretary. But when future generations look at it, they don't know when it happened. ”

"The first alliance of our Dahe tribes was thirty-two years ago, after the Battle of Quangu, the Huacheng Alliance, it can be said that if there was no such thing, the relatives would still be fighting endlessly, and there would be no today's alliance. Even if everyone present was convinced by the clansmen, and there were some achievements in conquest and planting, no one could compare to Hua back then. ”

In this case, the battle of Izumiya was the beginning of the year, and it was pushed back. Today is the thirty-third year of the Chinese calendar, the ninth day of the eighth month. After that, even thousands of years, ten thousand years. What do you think? ”

This is another thing that seems meaningless, and the leaders saw that Chen Jian was willing to do such a trivial matter, and this time they didn't wait for Chen Jian to say more, and threw the copper shells in front one by one.

After Chen Jian threw out his copper shell, he took up the pen and wrote on the wooden tablet: In the thirty-third year of the Chinese calendar, on the ninth day of the eighth month, the relatives allied themselves with Su. Push Ji Xia as secretary.

Throwing down the brush, looking at the dozen or so simple words on the wooden tablet, I sighed in my heart, everyone felt that it didn't matter about the trivial matter, but it was a major event for the entire ethnic group.

Two small things that could be regarded as warm-up also made all the leaders relax, Chen Jian stood up, took a deep breath, his face became serious, and the next was the big thing he wanted to say.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as we all know, the cornerstone of our alliance is that we share the same ancestors, similar habits, languages that we can understand each other, the floods and droughts of the great rivers, the threat of Yidi, and the desire to not want our relatives to shed blood again."

The leaders of the weaker clans nodded frequently, but the stronger ones objected in their hearts, so that they finally laughed dryly.

It may be the wish of the clan to say that the blood of the relatives will no longer be shed, but it may not be our wish. If we don't fight, where do we come from, where do we get our slaves, where do we get our fame?

A few days ago, you Xia Cheng's Ji Songshi and others came to our city to act, and the clansmen all went to see it, but what did you play? We thought that you Xiacheng people would perform the scenes that were performed in Sucheng at the beginning, what kind of scene when you returned bravely from the expedition, everyone celebrated, and everyone enjoyed the slaves.

But no, you played the little thing where the man and woman slept between the two relatives, and then there was a dispute between the two relatives, and the relatives of the two fought on the battlefield, tied the same hair and shouted the same voice with the same spear, and the two clans had a blood feud, and it was impossible for them to be together again. The man was injured and fell into a coma, the woman was taken back as a slave, given to someone else to conceive someone else's child, and when the man woke up and saw the woman, both of them committed suicide and turned into butterflies after death.

Before they died, they asked why there was blood between their relatives. The clansmen all cried and asked why, don't you Ji Xia know why you bleed? Even back then, Hua Su also fought and died, and you were also the leader, can you ask this question? If he hadn't fought in Suyue back then, who would have been willing to obey him in the nearby cities? Where did he get so many slaves in Sucheng?

You made such a scene, the clansmen saw it, and in the future, there will be a war with the relatives, how can you let us, the leaders, convince everyone? If we don't fight, where will our leaders get their prestige and where will they get their slaves?

Today, we are all here, and I cannot object to what you say on the surface, and I will not offend you, lest you refuse to exchange with us, and help us train our soldiers, and let you go on.

But in the future, don't perform those dramas in your summer city in our city, I'm not afraid of spears, I'm afraid of these things.

Isn't it good to play the wisdom of the leader, and the stupidity of everyone? Isn't it good to play the scene where the son of the leader is exiled by the bad guys, the leader chosen by the city is cruel and stupid, and the son of the leader comes back and everyone cheers?

They all say that you are young, but now it seems that this is true, and after this matter, everyone needs to teach you well. (To be continued.) )