Lu Ming

Chapter 92
The little boy, who was about four or five years old, stood there naked, with a pair of black eyes curiously looking at the strange uncle who was slowly walking in.

Cai Feiming showed a sincere smile that was rare since his time travel, and a little bit of emotion. Maybe he remembered the woman who promised to give him monkeys.Crouching down, he took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus candy from the old Kwai Fong of Qiao's family in West Lake from his pocket. The uncle's tempting voice sounded: "Hey kid, look at what this is?"

The little boy grabbed the brown sugar, watched the strange uncle gesturing "eat", put the brown sugar into his mouth after smelling it, and smiled.Both of them were giggling, but the uncle suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of the chick, pretending to swallow it in one bite, the little boy ran away with his crotch covered.
In any US imperial middle-class community, Cai Feiming's actions just now are enough to make Tiaozi dispatch him, and there will be at least three charges waiting for him.The job will be lost, the reputation will be discredited, and the judge will ban him from appearing within XX meters of children in the future.

However, in the indigenous villages of the 17th century, now only Feng Jun walked over with a smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I found that you like children very much."

"Adults don't have a good thing, so I can't like it." Cai Feiming nodded: "Children are the future."

"Yeah, raising children to prevent old age." Feng Jun nodded and said with emotion: "We can't rely on any of us, we can only rely on children."

The transaction went well.The ironware, salt, glass beads, and cotton and linen cloth brought by Chuanzhong are all very welcome.Some fine lacquerware made by the Japanese and porcelain produced in Jiangnan were also quickly exchanged by villagers for deerskin, antlers, millet and air-dried meat.In a trade activity with a dominant political meaning, the indigenous side will naturally feel that today's transaction is particularly cost-effective, so it didn't take too long, and the Ming people began to pack their bags, and their task was completed.

Cai Feiming and the others were wandering around the village accompanied by Gongda.The village is not very big. The small village of about 300 people feels extraordinarily crowded today. That is because there are elders or village chiefs in the surrounding villages.The population of the entire Xingang community is actually more than 1000 people: the land bearing capacity is poor in the original state, and an indigenous village needs deer farms, fishing grounds, and a large piece of land for rotation farming to maintain.

The indigenous people here have no cattle, and the livestock are dogs, pigs and chickens.Chickens were not used to eat, but to provide the warriors with feathers.Because it is a primitive commune, almost every house in the village has dried venison and pork on the eaves, some barley, flax and millet are dried on the bamboo mat, and taro and sweet potatoes can also be seen, the latter must be traded back and forth. Seeds brought by fishermen or merchants.

The most interesting is the skull string hanging at the door of some houses. This kind of decoration representing martial arts is common among various indigenous peoples all over the world in the seventeenth century.The local indigenous people are no exception. It has been a custom for countless years for the soldiers to go out for headhunting or make an appointment every once in a while.

There is a long way to go to change customs. Feng Jun and the others looked at the bone ornaments on the porch, and felt more and more pressed for time.

The busiest people in the "local propaganda group" are naturally the two doctors Bai Shuchao and Dong Qiang.Dong Qiang crossed to Hangzhou with another doctor after the expedition team set off from Hangzhou. This time, he came with Cao Chuan's ship to support the large army.

The indigenous people's concept of "doctor" came from the Japanese and the red-haired people.The normal procedure is to find a witch when you are sick - do a ritual to eat some mountain soil and roots, and then go home and continue to wait for death.Because the natives of Xingang Society have contacted Japanese and Hongmao relatively early, they have this concept, even if the so-called doctors of Benzi and Hongmao are really suspicious in medicine, they are still more reliable than witches.

Therefore, after hearing Nishiyamagata Ken's introduction that the two were doctors among the outsiders, the indigenous people quickly surrounded them.Tooth extraction, feeding of deworming tablets, and sterilization and suture of various traumas, Master Miaoshu and Dong Qiang were very busy.

Right now, the two of them only have these three axes.They can neither diagnose the more profound diseases, nor use the few samples they have on the natives, such as antibiotics.

Bai Shuchao still hasn't got the dental equipment he has been obsessed with. If there is, he can fill his teeth with silver amalgam or gold today, instead of pulling out bad teeth when he sees them.

In a sense, the medicines and consumables that the "Tu Xuan Group" spends on the villagers today are the true blood of the transcendental forces: with the existing insect repellent tablets like Albendazo, transcendentalists simply can't get it in ten. produced within the year.As for the deerskin-denominated diagnosis and treatment fee announced by Bai Shuchao after the completion of the treatment, it is only to cultivate the correct trading concept of the indigenous people, and the value is incomparable.

The villagers were told that if the wound has been sutured, they need to pay an extra deerskin, and they can go to a doctor to remove the stitches after seven days.

Seeing the villagers dancing and gesturing, pointing at the cotton yarn on their arms and spitting out their clansmen, the head of Gongda, the rare aboriginal with a big picture, felt a lot lighter at this moment.

Lunch is cooked in a wok.There were iron pots traded in the village, and Chuanzhong naturally also brought iron pots, including kettles and bowls, all prepared in advance.Anyway, these things don't need to be carried by Master Kunlun, just take them with you.

The staple food is millet, large and small beans, and taro.The original planting method of burning wasteland and crop rotation of the indigenous people cannot serve rice, which needs to play with water conservancy. The drought-tolerant millet is the staple food of the Xingang community and even the indigenous people on the entire island.

Green onions and ginger are available in the village. Thirteen incense, which is not much marketed in the wealthy family of Daming, is an artifact in Dazhang Village.The air-dried venison and fish, which are full of fishy smell and lack of salt, are cooked in a pot with thirteen incense, and served with green onion, ginger and small rice. No matter what, it is a good meal.

After eating and drinking, the established program came on.

Before departure, CEO Xia Xianze gave important instructions: In this barbaric era, it is necessary for us to make our opponents realize that traversers have the ability to destroy them at any time.Only under this premise can everyone sit down and talk about cooperation and trade.If you haven't demonstrated strength, then cooperation must be unreliable, so there is no opportunity to create opportunities.

Following the boss's instructions, after the meal, the "local propaganda group" did not rush to negotiate with the indigenous leaders, but dispatched fierce men such as Wei Yuan, intending to use assault rifles to perform a few "improvisations" for the villagers. programme".

On the wall more than 200 meters away, there are bamboo knots, human skulls, wooden blocks and deer bones.This distance cannot be farther - it is already the diameter of the village.

The excited villagers on both sides of the main road calmed down instantly after the MK-17 assault rifle made a loud noise and muzzle flame.Those things on the wall were all shattered by the iron pipes in the hands of a giant taller than the eaves in a few seconds.

(End of this chapter)