A long and huge ditch appeared in Uncle Xi's eyes. There were obvious traces of man-made felling here, but this was inconsistent with his memory. The last time he came from here, it was still a lush mountainous area with hundreds of thousands of trees. The beasts are walking around, and there is no one around.
Have any tribes settled here?
South of Lanzhize, close to Lingnan Tianbi Mountain, the sky is unstable and not a good place. It is also humid and there are many wild animals and beetles. But now it seems that the soil around the ditch is obviously different.
Of course, Uncle Xi couldn't tell what it was. He didn't know the meaning of a ditch, but this didn't prevent him from understanding it as a man-made river. It's just that the amount of water in this "river" didn't seem to be much.
This man-made river was large and led to a low-lying area. Uncle Xi walked along the low-lying area and saw a large pond.
This seems to have been a logging area, and there are some thick tree stumps near the shore.
Uncle Xi looked here for a while and found that no one came. If he wanted to cut trees, he would have to work during the day. Then, the logging farm had become a pond and was abandoned.
"Inject water from the Daze into low-lying areas to form new swamps?"
Uncle Xi held a wooden stick and walked towards the starting point of the man-made river.
Not long after he walked, he suddenly heard a happy song, a song he had never heard before.
One year spent similar, each year is different.
Uncle Xi saw the soldiers in the new logging camp. Towering trees were cut down and a steady stream of wood was collected. Here, the first thing Uncle Xi saw was that these soldiers were very young. At the second glance, , is a strange disk standing diagonally on a stone base.
This disk is placed on a relatively high and flat ground. The disk faces north. There is a stone needle in the center, tilted steadily, like the sword of Xuanyuan, pointing firmly towards the sky.
The sun's light falls on the surface of the disk, and the needle casts a shadow, and the area where the shadow falls has obvious and strange divisions.
Uncle Xi suddenly concentrated and held his breath.
He had a hunch that this should be an instrument for counting years!
Uncle Xi walked quickly towards the instrument, but with such a tall figure, he was spotted by the Akafang clan's wood-cutting warriors when he appeared.
Buzz—!
An arrow was stuck at Uncle Xi's feet.
Uncle Xi stopped. He looked up for a moment and found the archer immediately.
Yumeng's expression also became tense.
He had been archery for so long, and even asked Dayi for advice on archer training skills. He thought that now, with his archery skills alone, he would be far superior to the sentry leader of the Tonghong clan last time, but he did not expect that this one suddenly appeared. The old man found his hiding place in no time.
This is a very powerful person!
But Yumeng was also angry. Seeing that Uncle Xi had seen him, he bent his bow and set an arrow. This time he loaded three arrows. The arrows were pointed in front of Uncle Xi, not at the person.
The bowstring was taut, not sounding, just a warning.
For the first warning, the arrow landed at his feet and told him to stop. If he still stopped for the second time, three arrow feathers would stop him in front of him. If he still wanted to move forward for the third time, aim at his head.
So someone immediately dropped the wood in his hand and stood in front of Uncle Xi with a stone axe.
"This is the territory of the Akagata clan. I wonder where you came from and where you are going?"
Guan Liang was very cautious. After Guan Fou was transferred to work in the farmland, a lot of the logging work was handed over to him and two other tribesmen with the surname of Yu. Guan Liang was very good at mastering wood. Two other young men of the same race were also convinced and even wanted to ask him for advice on carpentry skills.
Guliang, Guchui, Guzhu, this is the new team of craftsmen of Akafang clan.
Uncle Xi took the initiative to take a step back, saying that he had no ill intentions.
"I come from the Great Southern Wilderness and want to go to the Central Plains."
Uncle Xi was a little anxious and pointed at the sundial: "That's it?"
Yu Liang didn't need to look back to know that Uncle Xi was referring to the sundial.
He said nothing because Uncle Xi's two simple sentences were not enough to gain his trust.
Uncle Xi was a little embarrassed. After all, his status was noble and lofty. When walking in the Southern Wilderness, the identity of the Xihe clan had always been useful, but here... this tribe...
"I'm sorry, I took the liberty, you can call me Xi...Yang Ji."
Uncle Xi also used a pseudonym, but after saying this, Yuliang was suddenly stunned, and the person beside him asked, "Are you from a tribe with a sheep totem?"
"Sheep, they are the sheep of the south."
Uncle Xi followed the young man's words and climbed down the pole.
"I come from the southern wilderness of Nanjiao."
Yuliang pondered for a while and asked: "You are so old, why are you going to the Central Plains? The river is almost impossible to cross, and your body and bones may not be able to withstand the anger of the river."
Uncle Xi said: "I must go to the Central Plains, because that is my hometown. After my death, I hope to return to the Central Plains..."
Yuzhu said: "Hey, did your tribe migrate to the south?"
Uncle Xi said: "Yes, my tribe moved to the 'Nanjiao Wilderness' of the Southern Wilderness fifty years ago. The new children in the tribe are no different from the people of the Southern Wilderness, although they are still from the Central Plains. They look like this, but their living habits have changed due to the influence of countries such as the Republic of Yu."
"I am already very old. I like to go back to the Central Plains and see the place where I was born. The anger of the river is nothing to me. It has no way to stop me, not even the gods."
When Uncle Xi said this, he was sincere. This was indeed his truth. Since Emperor Fangxun came to power fifty years ago, he ordered the Xihe family to be divided into four directions to determine the four seasons of heaven and earth. Every eight years, He went back to the Central Plains once to report on his work, but now Uncle Xi is a little overwhelmed. This return may be his last return.
The fox dies on the first hill, and all living beings are nostalgic for their homeland.
Yuliang and the others can relate to it because they also came here from the Central Plains.
"Fifty years ago, was it when Emperor Zhi died?"
Uncle Xi smiled: "The world is in turmoil and the people cannot survive. If Emperor Fangxun had not pacified the world today, how could I have come back now? I might have died fifty years ago."
Uncle Xi changed the topic to the sundial and said probing words in a positive tone:
"Is that an instrument for measuring time?"
Yuliang was noncommittal and did not nod, but Uncle Xi said: "When my previous tribe was in the Central Plains, they had a way to measure the years. I have seen this instrument."
"Impossible! This is made by witches. The people in the Central Plains use Tugui. Don't try to deceive us!"
Yu Chui directly despised him, but Yu Liang glared at him.
"How is it impossible!"
Uncle Xi continued to talk: "How can a kid like you understand the wisdom of the Central Plains?"
"Why don't I understand!"
Yuchui was still unconvinced: "We are from the Central Plains..."
"Moved here?"
Uncle Xi interrupted him: "Yes, only people from the Central Plains can make this instrument. You also look a bit heroic from the Central Plains, and I guess so too."
Yu Chui suddenly panicked.
Yuliang was silent for a while, then said: "Then you should know what this instrument is called?"
Uncle Xi was a little impressed by this young man, but he still had ways to deal with it.
"Our tribe used to call this thing the Sun Disk. There are many names in the Central Plains, including the Sun Constellation and Rigui. I don't know what you call it."
It's nonsense, the other party doesn't know anyway.
This time, Yuliang was a little scratching his head.
"Sundial."
A voice appeared.
Uncle Xi raised his head in amusement, but was stunned for a moment.
Dayi came out and said to Yuliang: "He is a friend of mine. It's okay. I recognize him."
Yuliang and the others were stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "So he is the friend you always said!"
Uncle Xi said in surprise: "Big——"
Dayi: "Da - Sheng! Right! Hey, Yang Ji, long time no see, you are old again."
He said, stepped forward and patted the other party, while Uncle Xi looked confused.
