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Chapter 47 Tell Your Story
Bake the bow and put it in a dry place, and take it out of the cave to dry in the morning.

There are still a lot of scraps of high-quality wood left, it's a pity to throw them away, Zhang Tian collected them all, and planned to make some small things.

Seeing that he was tireless, Xiao Xiao had just finished gluing the bow, and was holding pieces of wood and bamboo poles to discuss and ponder, looked curiously for a while, then picked up a piece of wood on the ground that had been polished into fine teeth, and asked him: "What is this? "

"comb."

"comb……"

"I'll teach you the ones for hair care."

Zhang Tian took a comb to comb his messy hair. He didn't wash his hair for several days. Xiao's long hair was already tangled and knotted, and it took a lot of effort to comb it.

"It's time to wash your hair!"

Xiao Xiao grinned: "It doesn't itch."

Compared with the unkemptness before, it is indeed clean now, at least it can be seen that it is black hair.

"Cut it short! Cut it as short as mine, so it won't get dirty easily."

"Well... let's talk about it, let's talk about it."

Xiao is not interested in hair care. He is more curious about the bamboo in Zhang Tian's hand. It is only two or three fingers thick and about the length of his forearm. Small holes are drilled on the bamboo body at intervals. He has never seen such a thing before. Curiously asked: "What is this?"

"Bamboo flute."

"Bamboo flute?"

"call!"

Zhang Tian blew away the debris inside and outside the bamboo flute, brought his lips to the blow hole, put the bamboo flute horizontally by his mouth, and hung six fingers on the air hole, posing in a slightly weird posture from Xiao Xiao's point of view.

He held the air hole down and blew into the blowhole, and the air rushed out of the inner diameter with a screeching noise.

"Huh!" Xiao Xiao covered his ears, and moved a little away with a look of disgust.

Zhang Tian showed an embarrassed but polite smile, put the defective product aside, and continued to make the second one.

When I was young, I was forced by my parents to learn some talents. He could play the flute. This is the first time I made it myself. I can only drill and grind the inner diameter and air holes based on memory and feeling. However, for musical instruments, the size of the hole diameter and spacing has a great impact on pitch and tone. , the difference is a thousand miles away, there is no other way except to do more and try to find the optimal solution.

The sun and the moon are long in the cave, and if you are idle, you are also idle, so you should entertain yourself.

"It's time to eat!"

Everyone sat around the bonfire and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner. Lin Yu mixed a pot of purslane with wasabi sauce and sold it to the tribe. The tribe had never eaten such a thing before, and they were all shocked by the taste of wasabi hitting the brain. novelty.

The wooden basin was passed to Zhang Tian by the clansmen by beating drums to pass flowers.

Zhang Tian looked up at Lin Yu who was opposite the campfire, and saw that she was watching him with a kind smile on her face.

Zhang Tian knew that this field must be praised.

He grabbed a handful of purslane, wrapped it in oily roast meat, chewed it in his mouth, and his eyes lit up immediately.

The wasabi flavor was much milder than he had expected. The spiciness of the wasabi blended well with the sour taste of the purslane, and the refreshing aftertaste could relieve the greasiness of the barbecue. It felt like barbecue with green onions and garlic, far exceeding his expectations.

Dr. Lin has it all!

Zhang Tian gave her a thumbs up.

Of course, at this time, no matter whether you like to eat or not, you must give a thumbs up.The social attributes of human beings are full. Most primitive people know the basic social etiquette. He is the only one in the whole tribe who spits on the ground like a tiger head and mutters something.

Lin Yu smiled smugly, she was very confident in her cooking skills.

After the meal, Zhang Tian took out the combs and gave them to the women, claiming that they were rewards from the sky and the ancestors for their hard work, bravery, and contributions to the tribe.

The women were elated, but the men were quiet and somewhat frustrated.

The men are not envious of this reward, and the comb itself is not a good reward. If they want it, they can always make one by themselves.

The reason why they feel frustrated is because they have unconsciously developed a sense of honor and disgrace, and the honor represented by the comb is what they really care about.

Zhang Tian said to the clansmen: "We are doing it, the sky is watching! My ancestors told me that this cold weather will be very cold and very long. We have saved some food now. The ancestors are very pleased, but this is far from enough. The real The cold weather has not yet arrived, and we still need to redouble our efforts!"

He also made a comb for Lin Yu and gave it to her in front of the clansmen.

Zhang Tian didn't say it clearly, but only used actions to show his ancestors' recognition of Lin Yu. Even the ancestors treated Lin Yu equally, and the clansmen would naturally change their attitudes, accept her, love her, and regard her as their own.

Everyone walked out of the cave as usual, looked up at the sky, and prayed to their ancestors. The men held back their strength and vowed to perform well so as not to disappoint their ancestors.

When he returned to the cave, Zhang Tian found Lin Yu's notebook on his "station". He picked it up and stuffed it into the folds of his coat. Looking forward to hearing the story tonight.

Zhang Tian sat down by the bonfire, before he could speak, Grandma suddenly said, "God, let's tell the story of our ancestors tomorrow."

Zhang Tian answered yes, he thought that his mother wanted to tell a story, but his mother looked at Lin Yu and said slowly, "I see that you are treating the illnesses and injuries of the clansmen, communication seems to be no big problem?"

Lin Yu replied truthfully: "Only for simple communication, for more complicated ones, we still have to rely on gestures."

Grandma smiled and said, "That's a good sentence from you. How about it, let's tell your story tonight. Where are you from? Why are you here? I believe everyone wants to know."

Zhang Tian's heart skipped a beat, he was caught off guard by his mother, these days he was only thinking about how to help Lin Yu's identity, but he forgot to make up a story for her.

Not only did he forget, if it wasn't for his mother's reminder, the clansmen wouldn't even remember to pursue it. They were led by Zhang Tian, ​​and Lin Yu's performance was obvious to all, and they were indeed worthy of the name of a wizard. All doubts were basically dispelled.

Grandma obviously still had doubts, probably because she saw Lin Yu's status rising like a rocket, although she didn't say anything, she probably felt uneasy in her heart, so she asked about the situation before it was irreversible.

This is the final test that grandma will give this outsider. As long as she clearly explains the origin and why she left the original tribe, she will be very happy to see another child who can heal the disease and know how to identify herbs.

All eyes fell on Lin Yu, including Zhang Tian.

He couldn't help him right now, so he could only rely on her to improvise.

Zhang Tian was a little worried, only a little bit, he believed in her intelligence, and believed in the gold content of Peking University's doctor.

Lin Yu lowered his brows and looked at the dancing flames with a miserable look on his face, as if he was trapped in a memory he didn't want to think about. It took him a long time to raise his head, his eyes were reddish, and the corners of his eyes were moist. Well, even a rough man like Hutou couldn't bear to see this scene.

She took a deep breath, calmed down, and the first sentence she spoke surprised everyone: "My people are all dead."

(End of this chapter)