MTL - Be a Leader In a Primitive Tribe-Chapter 67

When she woke up the next morning, Sang Yu insisted on getting up to do the laundry, for fear that she would be slapped in the face by the little girl who would preempt her.

But when he saw that his clay pots had been tidied up in the corner of the bamboo shed, he knew that he was too late.

She picked up the hand next to the bed and looked at it. It was already ten o'clock in the morning.

This sleep actually lasted thirteen hours.

She doesn't struggle anymore. The exhaustion of running around for nearly half a month is worth so much sleep. Let her wash it, and she will find time to wash it next time.

Thinking of this, Xin turned over and felt his whole body was aching, so he simply pulled the thick blanket made of leopard skin, covered his head and continued to sleep.

However, the sound of the door made her poke her head out again, looking sleepily at the person coming.

It was the industrious little bee feather, and she came in with a pottery bowl.

Seeing that Sang Yu had woken up, he said, "Boss, do you want to eat before going back to sleep, and make porridge made with millet and minced venison."

Sang Yu was drowsy, her stomach still hadn't woken up, so she said vaguely, "I won't eat, you can eat."

Turned over and fell asleep again.

Seeing this, Yu hesitated for a moment, and didn't bother her any more. He put the millet porridge on the stone table, covered it with another large bowl, and then opened the door and went out again.

Outside, the whole Xindi was full of joy, it was already up, and people were drinking millet porridge and chatting around the bonfire in the square.

Zhuang and Gao are driving a big fat pig from the farm to the camp.

When the tribe moved from the old site, they went back to catch a litter of pigs. There were five young piglets in the litter, all of which were kept for breeding. There was also a boar that was kept for mating with other foreign pigs, and the remaining four were All were castrated as pigs.

This big fat pig was one of the four young barrows at that time. Now that they have been raised for two full years, all the other gilts have given birth, and the castrated boars have been raised all the time and are not willing to eat them.

Pigs in primitive society were much bigger than modern pigs, and they felt that they could be raised to three or four hundred catties if they were raised casually, but this one in front of them has grown to about four or five hundred catties.

Sang Yu had made arrangements for Gao yesterday. Today, to reward the soldiers, they had to kill a pig and a sheep. They had to deal with it during the day, eat offal for lunch, and eat meat at night.

There are still three pigs left in that batch, one is kept for the New Year, and the other two are kept for slaughter when necessary.

Pigs are generally raised for two years, and they will not grow much later, so they still have to be eaten.

In addition to this litter of piglets, there are other piglets that were captured and continued to breed. In just two years, the current farm in Xindi has eighteen sows, more than one hundred piglets, and thirty meat pigs. Heads vary in size.

Maintaining this reproduction rate, Xindi will no longer have to worry about running out of meat in the future.

The children followed behind the pig slaughtering team, laughing and playing, singing Sanmijiao songs, innocent and carefree.

There are several other people, leading a thick mutton sheep and following behind, preparing for the banquet tonight.

After people got up, they washed their clothes and got together to make needlework and slipknot straw sandals, with smiles on their faces.

Watching the big fat pig and the big fat sheep being driven to the open space near the kitchen from a distance, everyone gathered around one after another, waiting for the scene of slaughtering the pigs and sheep.

Yuan and Ci had already boiled two large cauldrons of boiling water in advance.

Kong Wu's powerful men rushed forward, grabbed one leg of the big fat pig, pushed it onto the steps with ease, and then held it firmly.

Zhuang held his hunting bone knife, took a deep breath, and stabbed the big fat pig's throat.

In the blink of an eye, red blood poured out along his right arm with a bone knife, and Ci hurriedly caught it with a clay basin.

In the past, if encountering such a scene, people would look forward to drinking the blood in that basin, the trace amount of salt in it could restore their strength.

Now the tribe has no shortage of salt, and no one is greedy for those scarlet raw blood anymore.

After the bloodletting, the big fat pig was completely motionless.

Everyone followed suit and disposed of the sheep.

The scalding hot water was poured on the hair, and the bone and stone knives followed quickly, and the big fat pig's hair was scraped off in threes and fives, leaving it clean.

These methods were all told by Sang Yu. In the past, wild animals were hunted without exception by skinning them directly. But pigskin has little effect, and it would be better to eat it directly after depilation.

When Sang Yu got up, everyone had already broken down the meat.

Lunch is three delicacies soup made of cassava, pork liver, pig heart, large and small intestines, pig blood clots and other internal organs. After the internal organs of the sheep are processed, they are also cut into pieces and thrown into stew together. Some pork belly is added, and finally some wild vegetables are put in. Offal soup is just fine. Everyone holds a big bowl and queues up to make the soup. There are all kinds of ingredients in one person's bowl, which is very rich.

With cassava, eat a belly round.

There is a thick layer of oily flowers on the soup, which moistens people's light stomachs. After eating, everyone is still unsatisfied and enjoys it.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. After Sang Yu left two people for Yuan to prepare dinner together, the others all gathered on the training ground to hold a summary meeting for this expedition.

Past experience guide for the future.

Summarize the experience, analyze and review the wrong places, and continue to carry forward the good aspects.

The Phoenix tribe is a tribe that has only been established for two years. It is a young tribe. Only by constantly summing up, gaining inspiration from history, and continuously improving the ability to deal with risks, meet challenges, and turn danger into a bargain, can we continue to gain more in future wars. High level of victory.

Sang Yu herself first conducted a self-examination.

One is to underestimate the enemy. From the night attack on the Eagle Tribe, to the counterattack against the Eagle Tribe in Xindi as the main battlefield, the Phoenix Tribe has achieved very good results. The former has a lot of luck and relies on psychological tactics, while the latter relies on The advantages of the terrain and the main battlefield, as well as the climate advantage, the victory of the two battles also led to the underestimation of the enemy and the loss of awe of the war. They only had the heart of winning and did not consider the consequences of failure.

The second is a mistake in strategic deployment. They didn't deploy in advance when they arrived at the Rock Tribe, and didn't determine the strategy of dispatching troops after contacting the partners, so they directly put all the people on it.

Once the frontal battlefield is completely suppressed, it will be unimaginable in the future, and the consequences of annihilation of the entire army will be caused to a large extent.

The third is to underestimate the combat power of several parties during the fighting between the two sides and adopt a conservative counterattack method.

If it weren't for the strong willpower of the soldiers in the front row to impress the neutral faction, the entire battle situation would be reversed. Then, the Phoenix Army will lose the best chance to counterattack.

What Sang Yu said is also what most soldiers can realize. But they don't know how to sum it up. Now that the leader said so, after thinking about it, it seems to be true.

But they still didn't expect that the leader would conduct a review.

Whether it was the Bird Tribe, the Fang Tribe, or other tribes, they had never seen a leader conduct a self-criticism after winning a war or making a mistake, and so deeply.

Everyone bowed their heads and learned to reflect on what they did not do well in this battle.

Sang Yu said: "The conclusion is not to settle accounts after the fall, but to avoid making the same mistakes in the future."

"We are not afraid of making mistakes, but we are afraid of not correcting mistakes."

Sang Yu knew that she was just an ordinary person, not a military prodigy. She was lucky to win because of the experience and strategies handed down from her ancestors. Compared with herself, the aborigines in these primitive societies knew their kind better.

Therefore, you can't put yourself in the position of a god, and completely put aside other people to manipulate the strategy.

Under her influence, other captains and ordinary members also came out to conduct self-criticism.

For a while, there was a lot of voices on the training ground, and everyone was excited, and they deeply analyzed their mentality and practices.

They've actually done their best. But such a review will allow them to continue to reflect in the future, and it can be better.

What Sang Yu wants is that everyone can form a thinking mode of "summarization-reflection-progress-execution-progress-re-progress". Only in this way can they break away from the inherent thinking of primitive people and truly reborn.

After the self-examination, the tolerance and understanding ability of the soldiers towards each other has also been greatly improved, and the comradeship has also become stronger.

This is what Sang Yu wants to see.

Not only review, but also commendation, to encourage the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

Sang Yu immediately announced that the second team of bamboo spearmen led by Daxue won the second-class collective merit, and the ten fighters in the front row received first-class individual merit. Performance is rewarded.

Of the ten bamboo spear soldiers in the front row, only five have come back now, and each of them is still wounded, and the rest are still lying in the rock tribe.

All other fighters are not dissatisfied with this kind of commendation, everyone asks themselves. If I were to stand in the first row, it is still unknown whether I can be like them, or whether I have the ability to be like them.

There are no medals yet, and Sang Yu promises to make up for it in the future.

In addition, in-kind rewards, including chickens and rabbits, clothes, etc., and these fighters will have the priority to obtain the right to allocate brick and tile houses in the future.

As soon as the results of such a commendation came out, the entire training ground was boiling.

Sang Yu invited the five returned soldiers to the stage, and asked the children Hong, Qing, Bai and Rice to present flowers.

These five fighters are male and female, but when have they been so proud as they are now. Being stared at by everyone, watched with admiration by everyone, the thunderous applause lasted for a long time.

Even with the bandages on, they kept their backs straight, and they had never been so proud in their lives.

It turns out that dedication is rewarded, and dedication will be seen.

Sang Yu asked them to take turns to say a few words.

These little girls and boys were so excited that they were speechless. In the end, there was only one sentence, always loyal to the tribe and always loyal to the leader.

As soon as these words came out, the people below shouted in unison, causing the ground to tremble.

"There are still five friends who have not returned because of serious injuries. When they come back, we will make up for their commendations."

Daxue, as the representative of the award-winning group, and Iwa and Yu also came to the stage to accept the award.

Everyone's face was red, excited and excited.

Sang Yu finally announced: "At noon today, we have slaughtered pigs and sheep. In the evening, everyone can sing and dance to celebrate. Tomorrow, we will have a good rest. After that, we will continue to build the tribe."

The excited people only heard the first two sentences, and the latter could no longer be heard clearly. Everyone cheered and jumped up, entering the celebration stage ahead of time.

This big fat pig, which was close to five hundred catties, had its internal organs removed, and there was still more than three hundred catties of meat, plus a sheep, and a chicken on each table, and several big pottery pots were stewed together.

After returning from the training ground, everyone swarmed to the small square near the running kitchen. Seeing that the kitchen was too busy, they joined a few more people. Those who chopped meat chopped meat, and those who chopped chicken chopped chicken were very busy.

Sang Yu took this opportunity to move the newly released Four Treasures of the Study to the square, hoping to experience the atmosphere and have fun with everyone, while taking advantage of the time to do some registration.

I started making paper during Qixi Festival, and it has been four months now. The paper has been produced, cut into A4 sheets, and then bound one by one.

The production of the writing brush is a little rough. I chose wool and rabbit hair and soaked them in lime water to remove fishy smell and fat. Then I tied them and dipped them in rosin to fix the hair roots. I inserted them into the wooden pen holders and fixed them with tung oil glue. Can.

The ink is simpler. The tung oil lamp that was burned earlier smoked a lot. Put a pottery bowl on it, scrape off the ash on it and add rosin and gum dilute water to use it.

Sang Yu's brush calligraphy is very beautiful, and it is comfortable to look at when the brush is full of ink.

Many people also gathered around to watch how the leader wrote.

Sang Yu asked with a smile, "Which lovers are going to register for marriage today?"

Seeing everyone blushing and shaking their heads, and the surrounding atmosphere so enthusiastic, she immediately dismissed the idea of ​​continuing to work at this time, saying:

"I'll write my name for you today, and when I'm free later, I'll hold an evening school, and everyone will have to learn to read and write in the evening."

These people have no idea about night school and reading. But after listening to what the leader said, it seemed like it was very fun, no matter what, just respond first and then talk.

It's really not an easy job to know that being a scholar is not an easy job.

Sang Yu assumed that they all liked to study, so she spread out the paper confidently and prepared to write.

There is no fixed word for everyone's name, and they are called according to this sound on weekdays, and Sang Yu matches it with the word she thinks is most suitable.

"Who will come first?"

Zhuang just finished chopping the bones for the kitchen, and when he heard Sang Yu said that he wanted to write his name, he squeezed in and said loudly: "Boss, boss, write mine, how can Zhuang write it?"

Sang Yu smiled when she saw his impatient look, and with a forceful movement of her slender wrists, a straight and unrestrained character "zhuang" appeared in her pen.

The whole process is smooth and flowing, and the writing is like a cloud of smoke.

Everyone was dumbfounded at this moment.

I don't know whether it is the words written by the leader that make people look at it, or the way the leader writes makes everyone look crazy.

Zhuang's attention was all focused on the words, and when he realized that it was his own name, he took it over with joy, no matter how he looked at it, he thought it looked good, and his mouth almost grinned.

Sang Yu reminded: "The ink on it is not dry yet, so don't touch it with your hands."

Zhuang hurriedly nodded and said: "Yes, yes, I will dry it, and now I will take it back to hang in my thatched shed."

Sang Yu smiled and followed him, and a bunch of people behind him started queuing up to write their names. There were only 260 people in the tribe. Even if everyone wrote it, it wouldn't be a big deal. She always wrote seriously.

It wasn't until at last that everyone took the paper with their own names written on them and dispersed contentedly, Sang Yu saw the girl who had been looking at this side not far away, and waved to her: "Don't you want to know how your name is written?" ?”

When Yu heard her calling him, he ran over quickly, stood in front of the table, and looked at her with burning eyes.

Like a begging puppy.

Sang Yu chuckled, and moved the brush quickly, and the word "Feather" was no longer than six strokes. But after a few strokes, the thickness of the lines changes obviously, with ups and downs, which is very beautiful.

Yu's eyes sparkled, and he looked at her carefully for a while, then looked at her with some surprise, "It turns out that my name is composed of two identical small characters."

Sang Yu nodded, "You can be lazy, you just need to learn one side."

Yu suddenly became interested, and was a little eager to try: "Can I try it myself."

"Why not, come here, I'll give you the pen."

Sang Yu turned around what she had written, moved the white paper over, and looked at her with a smile on her face.

Feather was caught in those beautiful eyes, couldn't help being a little shy, bit his lip and took the brush, followed Sang Yu's example, dipped in the ink, moistened the tip of the pen, and then began to stroke by stroke .

It's a pity that it seems easy to write but hard to write. Yu just felt that the brush in his hand didn't seem to obey his commands. He could only follow the gourd and draw a scoop, and wrote two "Xi" characters close together.

Sang Yu looked at it, and couldn't help but chuckle, "So it's still a little fat feather."

Yu blushed a little and wanted to grab the piece of paper she wrote, but Sang Yu grabbed her hand and said: "This word is very cute, leave it to me to appreciate it slowly."

Yu didn't want to, but the hand caught by Sang Yu couldn't use his strength.

"Come here, I will teach you by hand."

The little girl stopped struggling immediately, and was pulled in front of the woman.

Before she could react, a soft body covered her behind her, and the hand that was holding the brush tightly was also covered with a slender white palm, which became extremely warm.

The unique fragrance of a woman instantly covered Yu's entire senses.

Yu felt that all his senses of touch and hearing became very clear. But he couldn't concentrate on his right hand anyway.

"Horizontal fold-hook. When hooking up, the strength of the hand should be from heavy to light, and the wrist is enough."

Yu vaguely responded with a hmm, but the strength in his hand did not weaken, and a long and thick hook directly hooked to the top of the horizontal.

Seeing this, Sang Yu from behind laughed so hard that her flowers trembled, which made the little girl in front at a loss, blushing and wondering if it was better to continue writing.

"You don't even know what you're thinking about."

Sang Yu tapped her on the head lightly, fixed her right hand again, and continued with the unfinished business, but turned her head reluctantly, but saw that the little girl was sweating from under her nose, and the other's small ears Right on the edge of his mouth, startled for no reason.

Immediately, he let go of his hand, allowing Zhuo Yu's hand to swing by itself, drawing an even uglier hook.

Yu turned around and looked up at Sang Yu.

At this time, Sang Yu was already calm and composed, she coughed lightly and said, "It seems that you are not suitable for writing calligraphy."

Yu lowered his head in disappointment.

Seeing this, Sang Yu smiled and said, "It's fine to change this pen to the one I brought. The nib is so hard that you don't need to dip it in ink. That kind of pen should be more suitable for you."

Seeing the other party's smiling face again, her mood also became lighter again.

At this moment, a loud voice came from the side of the kitchen: "Come two strong ones, move the cauldron out, we are ready to serve dinner."