Primitive Tribe Adventure

"You speak up. You must say what you think."

The witch's tone was solemn, and it was obvious that she valued his ideas.

"I think so. Monitoring the Niu brothers is the key to success or failure, so we must be cautious and choose the right people."

"You are right. It does require careful selection of personnel."

The witch nodded, showing an expression of approval.

"In terms of personnel selection, I think two conditions must be met. A person must be smart enough, and only smart enough to be able to deal with various emergencies. Second, it is best to be familiar with the reinforcements. This is not easy. Raise suspicion."

"Your two conditions are indeed very good. I remembered. Well, do you have anything else to add?"

"I have a worry."

"Worry? What worry?"

"I worry about the wisdom of the Black Crow King."

"how to say?"

"If the Niu brothers are really not the only ones in the reinforcements who were bought by him. Will he let them take care of each other in order to prevent their identities from being exposed, so as to judge whether they are suspected?"

"Are you worried about the safety of the people sent to monitor the Niu Brothers?"

"Yes. But what I am more worried about is whether the Black Crow King will take the same approach as us?"

"Are you afraid that he would pass false information to me by monitoring the Niu brothers and lure us into being fooled?"

"Witch, do you think it is possible for the Black Crow King to think of this?"

"Yes, absolutely. Although I do not agree with the various practices of the Black Crow King, I also have to admit that he is indeed very smart. Otherwise, it was not that he almost destroyed the Flame Snake Tribe, but was eliminated by the Flame Snake Tribe first. Up."

"Oh? Wu, what happened back then?"

From the words of the witch, Feng Yun keenly sensed that there must be a complicated entanglement between the Yan Snake Tribe and the Black Crow Tribe, which made him curious.

"I know you are interested in the past of the Yan Snake Tribe, but I now..."

"Witch, I understand. You go ahead."

Feng Yun immediately realized that it was indeed inappropriate to ask about the past of the Yan Snake Tribe and the Black Crow Tribe at this time, and showed a tinge of shame.

"There is time. When there is time, I will tell you in detail about the past."

The witch nodded to Fengyun, and hurried out.

Feng Yun was the only one left in the room, it was boring, and he started to look at the situation in the room.

I just patronized and discussed the spy with the witch, and didn't pay attention to the furnishings in the room.

The layout of the room is not complicated, and the most attractive thing is the large and small shelves on the side against the wall.

Without exception, some scroll-like things are placed on these shelves. From the material point of view, they should be animal skins.

Feng Yun walked over to the shelf and found that the animal skins were tightly tied with rope, which made him feel a little regretful.

He wanted to know what was recorded on the animal skin scroll, but as a guest, it was not good to move the owner's things directly.

He turned his gaze away from the hide scrolls somewhat reluctantly.

Fortunately, the shelf is not just the first scrolls, but also some wood chips, bamboo chips, and even stone chips.

Many of them lay flat, and he could see the things recorded on them without touching them.

Looking at it, Feng Yun couldn't help showing a trace of shock on his face.

Although the Baicao tribe, like the Yansnake tribe, did not appear in words, they were all recorded in the form of paintings, but the things recorded on the wood, bamboo, and stone tablets can be easily understood by Fengyun.

Originally in Fengyun's impression, the picture can appear more intuitive, but it also has a very big limitation, that is, it is impossible to express some details that are very clear.

For example, when preparing medicines, it is difficult to accurately express the required heat, especially the precise ratio of various medicinal materials.

The efficacy of medicinal materials is different. If the ratio between them is not accurate, the efficacy of the medicine will be greatly reduced, and in serious cases, it may even turn the good medicine for healing and saving people into poison.

Before seeing the things recorded on wood, bamboo, and stone tablets, Fengyun didn't believe that these things could also be recorded, so that those who saw it could understand.

He stubbornly believed that these things should have been passed down through word of mouth and hand-in-hand by the witches of the Baicao tribe.

But he found out that he was wrong, he underestimated the wisdom of the witches of the Baicao tribe.

They have discovered weights and measures, although they are not standard, they are already very valuable.

For example, the standard of weight is just a small stone. If you want more, you add up, and if you want less, you can take a fraction of it.

As for the length, the standard is one palm. There are several palms behind it, and their sizes are also obviously different.

Feng Yun could not figure out the meaning of their existence at the beginning, but after some careful examination, he understood.

The first palm has the worst clarity. Obviously it was the first to be carved. Its owner should belong to the pioneer who first invented the palm as a measure of length in the Baicao tribe.

The palm behind it should be the palm of her heir in the Baicao tribe.

They engraved their palms behind the palms of the pioneers, not just to imitate, but to show the difference between their palms and the standard palm in a relatively intuitive way.

The purpose of course is to make targeted adjustments when using their palms as measurement tools to avoid changes in the metrics.

The records about weights and measures are all carved in stone. The ancestor of the Baicao tribe who discovered this method of measurement and her descendants obviously hope that it can be continued.

Compared with wood, stone and animal skins, stone can be stored for a significantly longer time.

The things recorded on wood, bamboo, and stone pieces will shock the situation, not just those weights and measures, but also the true degree of those paintings.

In his inherent impression, the original drawings weren't too particular about it, and they were pretty good if they could be drawn. As for the size, proportions, brightness, color, etc., there are no requirements.

This often causes distortion. As for the degree of distortion, only the painter knows.

In order to understand the history of the Yan Snake Tribe and the situation of the outside world, Feng Yun once asked the witch to look at what he and the previous witches recorded.

Wu agreed.

But when he really saw the musty odors, he knew how many holes there were.

If the recorder is more rigorous, at least the pictures drawn will not be too distorted, and even guessing and guessing will be able to interpret some content.

However, once the recorder was not rigorous, Fengyun was blinded.

In his eyes, those weird and twisted patterns are not much different from the heavenly book.

As a last resort, he had to ask Wu for help and let him help him decipher the papers.

Feng Yun was still looking forward to it before Wu began to crack it. He and the recorder were both witches, and there should be some advantage in interpreting the predecessor's posthumous works.

It's just like when he went to the hospital to see a doctor before he crossed, the prescriptions prescribed by the medical skills are like a heavenly book in his eyes, but as long as he will explain to the pharmacy, various medicines will be delivered soon.

He really couldn't understand how the doctors in the pharmacy quickly identified those prescriptions, and in the end he could only explain it by the ability of communication between them and the doctor who prescribed the prescriptions that he could not understand.

It's a pity that Wu didn't possess this magical communication ability, and he scratched his head at the scrolls left by his ancestors.

In order to prevent Wu Wu from turning into a bald, Feng Yun finally let him go, but he had a personal experience of the level of embarrassment of the messages left by primitives through painting.

It is precisely because of the terrible impression left by the ancestors of the Yan Snake tribe that Feng Yun has not had much expectations for the information preserved by the Baicao tribe.

Maybe it would be better than the skin rolls of the Yan Snake Tribe. The witches of the Baicao Tribe were all women, and the women would be more meticulous, not as careless as the witches of the Yan Snake Tribe, but he still didn't think they would be much better than them.

After all, they are primitive people, even if there is a gap in their level, they should not be too different.

The facts once again told him that there are accidents in everything.

Those pictures that record bamboo, wood, and stone pieces are not only extremely realistic, they can be completely fake, and even their original form details are depicted.

For example, on the leaves of some herbal medicines, not only the traces of insects bitten by insects, but also the presence of dewdrops can be seen on the leaves.

This is not the most exaggerated, the most exaggerated is that the scene reflected by the dewdrops is also depicted.

He saw a smiling face in a dewdrop.

Although the smiling face has become a little fuzzy because of the erosion of the years, he can still clearly feel the joy from her heart at the time.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Fengyun would not believe that these miraculous pictures came from primitive people. It is really incredible.

Feng Yun decided to ask the witch and Mulanzhi some time in the future how they did it.

Under the extremely backward conditions of primitive society, they can actually paint to this degree. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle.

After the shock, Fengyun focused more on the contents recorded in the wood, bamboo, and stone pieces, and wanted to get a glimpse of the root of the Baicao tribe’s brilliant medical skills.

After watching for a while, his face couldn't help showing deep disappointment.

What he can see now is very simple, most of which are related to some diseases and the appearance of some medicinal materials.

As for what he wanted to see, such as dispensing medicines and some special treatments, he didn't see the same.

He couldn't help but began to shift his attention to the strapped leather rolls, and an impulse was born in his heart, opening them, maybe he could see what he wanted to see.

But he finally didn't do it.

When he was engaged in an ideological struggle, a cry awakened him.

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