As soon as the woman finished saying this, she was whipped a rattan hard, and a mark appeared on her face.

Several female slaves tried to stand in front of the woman, but they were pushed away by kicks and kicks, and several clansmen took out stone axes, which made these people quiet.

Jian Chen glanced at the woman, who was not very old, dirty, wrapped in a layer of thatched clothes to keep out the cold. These women usually spin twine, which is very in line with the artistic conception that the people who are all over the world are not silkworm raisers, they are just tools that can talk.

The woman was not frightened by the whipping, nor did she reach out to cover her reddened cheeks, she just felt that something should be done for her people, and the question to be asked was very important.

Jian Chen thought about it, this woman seemed to be the priest of that tribe, as the victor, he didn't have much impression of this woman, but the woman was very impressed with him.

"Can you understand me?"

He asked his people not to be in a hurry, and asked with interest.

The woman nodded.

"What's your name?"

"Redfish."

"The red fish have been pushed into the river by us, and they have all been washed away by the blisters."

"Then I don't have a name."

"You're the priest of that tribe, aren't you? I vaguely remember. ”

The woman smiled a little self-deprecatingly, it seemed that her clan was not worth mentioning in the eyes of this man, and she didn't even have much impression of herself.

Come to think of it, people will remember the tiger that killed their people, but who will remember the anthill that they inadvertently stepped on? Don't talk about tigers for yourself and your people, you don't even have the qualifications for a poisonous snake, it's just a mosquito that is shot to death at will.

Jian Chen glanced at the woman and said, "Why do you want me to engrave these words on a clay tablet?" ”

"Because I am the priest of that tribe, I thought you had smoked four rattans for my words, but you forgot who I am. Those things engraved on clay tablets, you won't forget. ”

"Will you remember the name of the man you killed in the village?"

"I don't remember."

"Same. Of course I won't remember you. ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and sighed helplessly, she was the red fish of the tribe, and she knew that her tribe had been destroyed, but in her heart she still felt that she was different from the rest of the clansmen, at least ...... At least the man who defeated his own tribe should remember himself, but he doesn't remember at all, he is just a mosquito he inadvertently swatted to death.

She has been thinking about the tribe, what is the tribe? In her eyes, it was not the stone that painted the red fish over the rainbow, but the living people.

Two sparrows can fight you to the death for a grain of wheat, but what if it is an eagle falcon that comes to fight? His own tribe is the sparrow, and this tribe is already an eagle falcon with wings spread, and the life or death of the clan does not depend on how much courage the sparrow has, but only on the falcon, because it is meaningless to resist.

All she could do was let her people live, all of which the people might not understand, but she had been fighting for it. Whether it is to let the clansmen with him slow down the speed of spinning or something else, it is to make the clansmen live a little better. What's the point if a plague strikes and all the people die, even if the stone is still standing by the river?

Everything she has seen these days has worn away her will.

Jian Chen didn't want to be so troublesome, he thought that he had drawn a big pie, and these people would at least bow their heads and worship the mountain and shout long live, but he didn't expect this woman to stand up and say this.

"Do you remember your clan?"

"I don't remember. We may be like dung beetles, rolling dung balls. We used to think that rolling dung balls was the best, and if we were the strongest, we would let wolves, tigers, leopards, eagles, falcons, and cranes all roll dung balls. But we can't beat others, and we are not allowed to roll the dung ball, let alone let others roll the dung ball. ”

Jian Chen reacted for a long time, and probably understood what this meant. There are a lot of borrowings and metaphors in the original language, because the vocabulary is not rich, and when encountering abstract things, they will use real things as analogies, which is a stage that language must go through, just like the people of the tribe when they draw the word "I", they often draw a nose, because the people have the habit of pointing to the nose and saying themselves, which is a kind of borrowing, and the era of subtle words is still early.

Probably what this woman said about rolling dung balls should be their civilization and lifestyle, whether it is sacrifice, decimal mathematics, or language, it is what she calls dung balls.

Jian Chen smiled: "Is a dung beetle that doesn't roll a dung ball still a dung beetle?" Just like the wolf cubs we raise, they eat acorn chunks and can not eat meat, are they still wolves? ”

"But the dung ball will hit the rattan and die. Even if it is an eagle falcon, it will think that it is a dung beetle when it rolls dung balls from a young age. ”

Jian Chen shook his head, he didn't agree with these words.

This abstract concept made this woman say very strangely, and Jian Chen felt that it was the real dung beetle that looked like a dung beetle and rolled a dung ball. The falcon that rolls the dung ball is not a dung beetle, and if it does not roll the dung ball, it looks like a dung beetle, and it is not a dung beetle.

It's just that in this era, it's still very interesting to hear this metaphor from this woman's mouth.

The woman kept staring at Jian Chen, hoping that he would make a promise to his people, and before she spoke, she thought that she might be killed, but she still stood up and said these words. Promises are earned, and you won't get anything for fear of death.

She knew that she and those adult people had no hope, but she hoped that the child who had asked her would live, and she had said that she would protect the child from rattan. Wolf cubs can be raised and forget to hunt, why can't people?

She felt that she was very clever, that what she said made sense, and even that she would believe it if she did.

As for the choice, as long as you live, does it matter to roll the dung ball?

However, she felt that Jian Chen didn't seem to believe in these things, and smiled strangely, as if mocking, because Jian Chen felt that the dung ball was very important and very important.

She mustered up her courage and stretched out her hands and said, "Please, we have forgotten our language, even the red fish is gone, even if we remember, but the children will not remember, they will grow up to be the same as you." ”

Jian Chen glanced at it and said, "Why?" ”

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "I spin very fast, but I always spin very slowly. We can live for dozens of months, and I can spin a lot of thread in dozens of months, as long as you engrave it on a clay tablet, let us spin a lot of thread, and the children can be like people outside the village, and we can spin very quickly. And still eat the same number of meals. ”

The person behind him was startled, not knowing why she said this, but Jian Chen waved his hand and said, "Bring a spinning wheel." How much thread could this woman spin per day before? ”

"Not much, she's the slowest spinner. It turns out that she has been lazy, and we should whip her with rattan. A cousin glared at the woman viciously.

A moment later, a simple pottery spinning wheel and a pile of flax fibers were thrown in front of the woman. It was cold outside, and after standing for so long, her hands were already a little stiff from the cold, and there was no fur on her body, only a layer of hay.

She rubbed her hands vigorously, and even despite the biting cold, she tucked her hands into her arms, and shivered in her arms with the little warm body she had left.

When her fingers were free to curl up, she sat down on her knees, expertly twisted the twine into a strand, wrapped it around the stick that extended from the wheel, and grabbed a ball of hemp fibers.

The left hand quickly shook the big potter's wheel, quickly driving the small potter's wheel to rotate, and the right hand grasped the hemp ball, carefully controlling the length, for fear of accidentally breaking it.

After a while, he stopped and rewound the twine that had reached out of the stick, and began to re-entangle.

She only had the twine and the spinning wheel in her eyes, and she didn't notice the surprised look of the woman next to her, the speed of spinning was indeed very fast, and even some people who spun fast on weekdays couldn't compare with her.

Many small tricks make some people suddenly enlightened, such as turning the potter's wheel upside down, using the gap of inversion to naturally wrap the twine on the tassel, and there is no need to use your hands to deliberately wrap it.

Jian Chen didn't quite understand spinning, so he turned around and asked the woman in the clan, and the woman nodded and said, "It's spinning very fast." ”

"Okay, no need to spin."

The woman didn't stop directly, but after spinning the ball of twine in her hand, she added some more before stopping, carefully took off the thread tassel, raised her head and pleaded with Jian Chen.

Jian Chen thought for a while and said, "That's it." The sixteen people who carried the stones were still the same, and the rest of the men opened up the land, one step out of ten steps was theirs, and after sixty months, they could cultivate their own land, but three catties of grain had to be handed over to one catty, and they usually needed to finish the clan field before they could go back to work on themselves. The more you cultivate, the more land you will have in sixty months. Smash tools and stuff like that, and you'll starve to death in sixty months. It's the same with women, I'll set a quantity for you, if you spin as fast as you do, it's only sixty months, spin slowly, then wait until a hundred months, or even until you die. ”

"Can you give us a spinning wheel then?"

"I can't."

The woman looked up and said, "But after sixty months, we have nothing but freedom." ”

"And what more do you want? The spinning wheel is ours, and when the time comes, you can change things when you spin the thread, maybe you spin more, and you can change a spinning wheel yourself, so don't you have a spinning wheel yourself? After 60 months, if you want to eat, you can use spinning thread in exchange, if you don't want to eat, you don't need to spin, and no one forces you to whip you with rattan, how free. By then, you'll be spinning faster than you are now. ”

He looked at the group of slaves with a smile and said, "Do you agree?" I will speak and be engraved on clay tablets. ”

The group of slaves thought for a moment, then nodded and cheered. Only the woman was still kneeling on the ground, as if thinking about something, looking at the spinning wheel at her feet, and sighed heavily.