Banished to Another World

Chapter 271: Half a month, haircut and shampoo.

Chapter 271: Half a month, haircut and shampoo.

In a twinkling of an eye, Yan Mo, used Wen Tian, concluded that it was now mid-June and that summer had come.

Unlike the Jiu Yuan, the temperature here is not like the hot summer after a short spring. The temperature in the forest is suitable. Except for the dryness and heat from noon to about 3 p.m., other periods are more pleasant, and even a little cold sooner or later in the evening.

According to Wen Tian, it was almost mid-April when they left The Jiu Yuan. It has been two months since then.

In a small valley, there are two rows of not-so-tall earthen houses facing each other across the stream. There are earth walls between the earthen houses. There are hardly any doors except the simplest opening. There are only curtains woven by animal skins or weeds. This is a temporary dwelling.

Ten days ago, Meng brought back three snakes.

It was a little difficult for snake people to get into the forest. Even when Yan Mo when to pick them up personally. The Mandrill elder didn't want them to come in.

"Ouch-! Snake! Big snake! Don't let these slippery worms enter my forest! Let them go! "The Mandrill seems to hate snakes so much that he is inexplicably irritable at the sight of the snake man's thick tail.

"Are there no snakes in your forest?" He could see a lot.

The Mandrill put out a pair of "just because there are many, they can't finish eating, and they are tired of eating."

"They are my friends. As I said, we Jiu Yuan and all things are friends. I can assure you that they will not harm your people when they enter the forest."

"No!" The Mandrill elder was not allowing them. It is not afraid of poisonous snakes and pythons, but its people are afraid. Every year, many of its people die of poisonous snakes.

"A kettle."

"No!" The Mandrill elder said he was not so easily tempted.

"A jar."

"No! Earthen jar? What's that? Keeping water?"

"More than water. Have you ever heard of monkey wine?”

The Mandrill said he had never heard of it.

Yan Mo sincerely explained: "Wine is a better drink than water, which could only be drunk by God, but a big monkey stole a little brewing method from God. It is said that the big monkey has only one foot."

Uh huh? The Mandrill raised his ears.

"The monkey brewed the monkey wine with the brewing method it had stolen. Although the taste was not as good as that of God's drinking wine, the monkey wine tasted much better than that of pure water. Its people liked it and worshiped it more. But although the big monkey brewed monkey wine, because it had nothing to put it in, it could only be stored in tree holes. As a result, it flowed into the soil and was stolen by other birds and animals. Later, it was so angry that it no longer brewed monkey wine.”

The Mandrill elder wondered, "Monkey's wine is good?"

"You will know once, especially in winter, when you drink it, you'll get warm all over, and you won't be afraid of the cold."

The Mandrill elder moved.

Yan Mo continues to strongly recommend monkey wine. "Do you pick a lot of fruit every autumn, but those fruits cannot be put in winter, and they will soon go bad?"

The Mandrill elder nodded subconsciously.

"Monkey wine can solve the problem of fruits being wasted."

"How to make monkey wine? You know?"

"I need to ask the ancestor god first. If he agrees to tell you how to make monkey wine, I will tell you."

The Mandrill elder was angry, "Oh! Why don't you say that?'

"I don't know, but I need to ask the ancestors first. But I can give you the jar of liquor first. If there is no jar, it is useless for you to learn how to brew monkey wine, because you have nothing to fill, and the brewed wine is easy for God to take away and drink.

"Well? God will steal my drink?” The Mandrill was surprised.

"Because monkey wine tastes special, even God likes it. But if you have the jar I gave you, there will be the marks of the ancestors on it, so that they will not steal alcohol at will. Later, you will find that it is not easy to reduce the amount of wine in the jar, but if you use other things, the amount of wine will soon be less."

The Mandrill elder confused him. "Jar, two... No, three!"

"OK!"

So the three snakes finally got into the forest.

Bai Yan laughed at Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan and said, "I knew you guys would be okay. What are you going to do now? "

"If you can go back to the Jiu Yuan, you can't set up a new tribe on the land." Yan Mo did not hide his ideas.

"Enough people. Where is the land? Here?” This is a time when you can occupy the land arbitrarily as long as you are strong enough. Bai Yan is not surprised that they think so.

"The ancestors told me that through the forest there was a land suitable for tribes. But if I can, I still hope to go back to The Jiu Yuan."

Bai Yan also wanted Yan Mo and others to go back to The Jiu Yuan. He didn't know what was on the land through the forest, but he thought there would never be any red salt there.

"I've almost figured out how to get back now, but it will take a little time." Yan Mo has a clear mind.

Bai Yan believes that the teenager has already created many miracles in The Moer-Gan Market. And he has also seen the human face bird, which will can grow bigger and smaller. Without so many slaves, Yan Mo and others could go back and forth easily. With the size of the giant bird and probably not too many other than the three of them, he is very relaxed and has a good prospect for this trip.

"By the way, you talked about monkey wine and jar with Mountain God before. [Cough], if the ancestor God agrees, can you teach us too?"

Yan Mo turned back and smiled mysteriously. "Monkey wine cannot be taught. It's the wine God gave to monkeys. No one can brew it except them."

"Ah." Bai Yan expressed regret.

The Mandrill, who came all the way to eavesdrop on the news, could not help scratching his face. He had to get the methods of making monkey wine and the jars for filling it.

The three snakes were guests, and Yan Mo allowed them to move freely, but Bai Yan said that they came here to help them, so that Yan Mo did not have to be polite and let them help arbitrary.

Yan Mo was glad that the three men knew the current affairs, and he also gave them enough respect.

Two days later, Da-He led more than 200 The Salt Mountain Tribesmen to the valley.

Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo did not appear directly, and they were all arranged to be handled by Da-He and Shen-Gu.

The Salt Mountain Tribesmen had uneasy and doubtful faces, and they were closely surrounded by the chief and their priest, they couldn’t even dare run anywhere. They did not understand how the man named Da-He could lead them to walk in the dense forest. The big red monkeys not only did not attack them, but also showed them the way. Even because the big red monkeys did not follow them all the way, so that no one was left behind or disappeared for unknown reasons during their journey in the forest.

Then they saw many warriors in this small valley! Although these warriors did not have 5th rank, they also had a 4th rank warrior, and their chief was only 4th rank.

But these warriors listened to two people, including the one they thought was very good, Da-He, who had no tattoos on his faces, just like the Moer-Gan People.

These two people are no strangers to some of the Salt Mountain Tribesmen.

The Salt Mountain Tribesmen and the priest wanted to talk to Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo, but they couldn't find a chance. The two men were busy and often went into the forest. They would come back and talk to their warrior leaders and explain what they were doing. They seemed to forget that there was an additional Salt Mountain Tribesmen, or don’t you care?

In addition to the Salt Mountain Tribesmen and the priest, there are several people who look like things are going wrong.

Hei Qi did not tell his family that Yan Mo was probably Hei Jiao, but he looked at his mother's expression as if he recognized him or could not recognize it. His father and brother were careless. They only muttered "The Priest looks a little like Hei Jiao" when they were together in the family. Then they ignored "Haha, how can it be?"

But Hei Qi didn't realize that another person recognized Hei Jiao, and seemed more certain than his mother. She wanted to talk to Yan Mo several times, but she was scared back by the hairy warrior named Da-da who was always near Yan Mo.

This is a girl named Hei Xiang. She is about the same age as Hei Jiao. She used to play with Hei Jiao very often.

But Hei Jiao was too weak, low combat effectiveness and a little silly. Hei Qi and others never thought Hei Xiang would like Hei Jiao, nor did they expect Hei Xiang to be a woman of Hei Jiao. Hei Xiang later became another 2nd rank warrior woman, but the 2nd rank warrior died in battle with the Zhi People.

Hei Qi saw Hei Xiang go to talk to their mother. I don't know what they said. Her mother's expression was a little exciting, and her eyes towards Yan Mo became urgent.

Hei Qi did not like this development, and he hoped that no one would disturb the teenager, especially his family. Hei Qi is very smart, so he knows clearly that Yan Mo may take care of them in a little more secretive way, but if they say they want to recognize their relatives Hei Jiao, this advantage may disappear and they may even get into cross with the priest himself.

Yan Mo doesn't know Hei Qi's entanglement, nor does he see the desire of The Salt Mountain Tribesmen and others to communicate with them.

He didn't want the Salt Mountain Tribesmen to put themselves in a special position. He wanted them to know clearly that they were no different from the slaves who they bought, or even more trusted than the slaves.

And he's busy too. He has too many things to do. He can only arrange according to his priorities.

Yesterday evening, CaiShi and others brought turtles and boats.

Early this morning, Yuan Zhan arranged for the first group of people to board the ship, all women and children, led by Ding Ning, assisted by Zang Na, the group had brought enough food for twenty days.

Because of the need to bring enough food, of the 300 women and children not all could not go all the way, leaving nearly a hundred people behind.

Yan Mo asked Jiu Feng to follow for a while, so he can act as deterrence to any danger that may threaten the travelling group. At the same time, he sent Meng back to The Jiu Yuan quickly and told the tribal warriors to come out to meet the boat.

At noon, Yuan Zhan came back, threw down the prey, came to the stream and squatted down to wash his hands. By the way, he asked the man sitting on the boulder by the stream, "What are you thinking? Your eyebrows wrinkled so deep."

Yan Mo turned his head. "Thinking of the Jiu Yuan. I have a strange feeling in my heart since this morning. I can't say what it is. It's not very good."

Yuan Zhan patted him, "You should let Jiu Feng take you back, and I will look after things here."

Yan Mo shook his head and laughed. “I don't have a hunch. Maybe it's just that because I can’t send all the people all at once. And if I'm gone, who will communicates with the Mandrill elder? We promised him that the big water jar and the water jar had not been made yet."

Now the Mandrill elder will come and observe around from time to time to see if its water tank and water jar are ready, and sometimes it will grab something to go.

But because the Mandrill was there, the Moer-Gan People did not enter the dense forest. They not even dared to camp on the edge of the forest, but hid far away. Qi Hao, who stayed in the valley to recover from injuries and was a hostage by the way, and he was also quiet.

Yuan Zhan looked up at a shelter across the stream, where smoke was rising. The pottery team led by young Xia Yu was busy there. They did not seem very skilled in how to make pottery. It was said that Xia Yu was a disciple of their great witches and had always followed the priest and never personally operated pottery.

Yan Mo also looked at the opposite.

Xia Yu's pottery making technique is roughly the roughest. They find some suitable clay along the river bank, rinse it in the stream water after they come back, wash the stones and roots inside, and then take the clay out and knead it, and build it into a fire with wood, so they put the kneaded clay directly and barbecue it on a fire.

But Yan Mo remembers that whether it is pottery or porcelain, it seems that a kiln needs to be excavated or a kiln need to be built with mud bricks. But he knows little about pottery and porcelain firing. He intends to see Xia Yu how they do it first, but he doesn't open his mouth at random to guide them.

"That's pottery? It seems to be very simple and of little use." Yuan Zhan is disdainful. He has seen things made by Xia Yu and others. It is good to have two or three pieces which can’t break in each firing. But let alone a big water tank, even a slightly bigger jar is not easy to burn. The few of them have been stolen by the Mandrill, but because he and Yan Mo are not saying anything about it, they make a good appearance. They didn't really get it back.

Yan Mo had a mocking sneer on his lips. "Don't you see it yet? They're hiding their method, and they probably want to see if I can actually make better pottery than they as I said before. If I don't open my mouth, they can fool around like that." Gee, these primitive people are not all honest.

Yuan Zhan's face immediately cooled down and his voice was calm, but his meaning was cruel. "Those people shouldn't get to stay either."

Yan Mo raised his hand and shook it. “No, they are still useful. I only know about the fact that my ancestors taught me too much knowledge. I don't remember all of them very well. Although they are clumsy in hiding, some of their people are sophisticated in handling and kneading, which can't be done in secret. You shouldn't think it's easy to pinch a clump of soil into a bowl and dish. You try it yourself. You will see and know that the simpler it looks, the harder it is to make it well. All of these need experience. Some need a certain talent.”

"But they are not honest."

"That's all right. When I was taken aback by you, I didn't dare to show what I could do. It's probably a kind of biological instinct. And this failure rate just makes the Mandrill elder see that the water tank is not so easy to make. We will do something about them and I will give them a chance. If they don't understand the reality, you can do it and make the water tank."

Yuan Zhan listened to Yan Mo to compare his original behavior and thinking about the changes on the youth at that time and now. He could not help but stretch out his hand and rub the hair of the youth. His character hasn't changed much, Yan Mo is still not very pleasant, sometimes he is gloomy and plain evil, but at least hisMo no longer looks at him with hatred.

Yan Mo threw an eye knife at him and slapped his hand: "Can you stop spoiling my hair like Jiu Feng? If it weren't for my body easy recover, Laozi's head would have been bald!"

"If you are bald, you will be bald." Yuan Zhan didn't think anything bad about Yan Mo's baldness. He didn't like long hair. Since he had a bone knife, he cut his hair every other time and saved himself from the lice.

Yan Mo saw that Yuan Zhan hair was cut like a dog's bite again. He couldn't bear to look at it. He waved him to sit in front of him and took out his scissors and repaired the haircut for him. He also can't cut his hair, but after a trim, it doesn't seem to be longin the East and short in the west. In some places, it's too short you can see the scalp!

Yuan Zhan likes it best when Mo not only cuts his hair, but also messages his head, sometimes when he is in a good mood, he will tell him to rest on his thigh and wash his hair.

Yan Mo teased Yuan Zhan with the mood of washing the domestic animals. He could not help pinching his full ears when he saw his comfortable face rippling.

Yuan Zhan reached for Little MoMo and was pushed by Yan Mo.

Yan Mo was in a good mood. He got down from the rocks and sat down by the stream. He let Yuan Zhan lie on his lap and washed the cut hair off his head with the stream.

Short hair is a bit tied, hard, like an animal's mane, but he likes it very much.

Yuan Zhan's head is beautiful. Even if he shaves his head, it's not ugly. He'll look very manly with his short hair. He's not handsome, but he's tough enough and look fierce.

Not far away, Da-da squatted on the boulder and looked at Yuan Zhan with envy and jealousy. He touched his hair and wanted Yan Mo to cut it for him once.

Ding Fei grabbed Da-da's neck behind him. "What do you look at? Watch out for Chief, if you keep looking, he is going to dig out your eyes!"

Da-da yelled at Ding Fei. Ding Fei sniffed at him and turned away in disgust. "Hey, are you getting bloody stink again and not bathing? You are not afraid to attract mosquitoes, roll into the stream and wash! If you won't wash, you will sleep outside at night. You are not allowed to enter the house!"

Da-da lifted his lip to Ding Fei, suddenly hugged him and rolled into the stream together with him.

Ding Fei shouted so loud that some of the younger children think the two men were probably having fun, the kids run barefoot into the stream and splashing two adults with water.

Da-da made a grotesque roar, raised a bigger wave of water and poured the little kids into a whoop.

Ding Fei took the opportunity to sneak a kick into Da-da, and the stream became a scene.

Yan Mo heard the playful sound coming from the stream not far away and looked up there with a smile in his eyes.

Yuan Zhan was so comfortable on his thigh that he almost fell asleep.

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