Chapter 23: helpful old man

There is a bamboo house outside the rattan tribe, and there lives a mysterious old man and a terrifying giant eagle.

At the beginning, the people of the tribe were not used to it, and they were quite afraid of the giant eagle.

After a little longer, they found that the mysterious old man was relatively kind, and the giant eagle would not attack people casually, so they slowly accepted the existence of the old man and the giant eagle.

August fifteenth.

"Choo Choo Choo…"

By the creek, Nan Xing kept practicing the bone whistle, and now he has learned how to use the bone whistle to make bird calls, and occasionally it can cause the birds in the trees to follow.

Then, he tried to use the bone whistle to make a deer croak, but the sound of the bone whistle was always a little off, which made him feel a little frustrated.

"After blowing it for so long, it still won't work."

Nanxing has always imagined that, like the people of the deer tribe's hunting team in the past, using a bone whistle to make a vivid deer call, he can attract deer in estrus.

This matter has become an obsession in his heart.

Unfortunately, he tried many times, but kept failing.

"Young man, why do you look unhappy?"

The mysterious old man came over from a distance and stood in front of Nan Xing with a gentle expression on his face.

Nan Xing did not speak. Like all members of the Teng tribe, he was wary of this mysterious old man.

However, the old man seemed to be able to see through his thoughts and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm just an old man who is about to sink into the earth. It's hard to walk, so I can't hurt you."

Nan Xing thought about it too, this old man is too old, looks a little weak, and the giant eagle is not by his side, what is there to be afraid of?

He is a one-colored warrior!

Nan Xing's guard relaxed a little, but he still didn't speak, and lowered his head slightly.

The old man looked at the bone whistle in his hand and said, "Let me guess, I think you are because of this bone whistle? Can you show it to me?"

Nan Xing happened to be disappointed with the bone whistle, so he handed it to the old man.

The old man took the bone whistle, rubbed it with his hand, and said, "The material is good, but the polishing is a little rough, and the pronunciation is not accurate."

Nan Xing raised his head, looked at the old man in amazement, and said, "How do you know it's inaccurate?"

"I heard you blowing here for so long."

"It turned out to be so."

Nan Xing lowered his head again, feeling a little ashamed.

The old man pointed at the bone whistle and said, "These three holes are too small and not round, so the sound is not accurate. If you don't mind, I can help you polish them."

"After polishing, can you make the sound of a deer?" Nan Xing looked at the old man with anticipation.

The old man's words were not too full: "Probably, it won't be worse than it is now."

"Then...then you help me polish it..."

After Nan Xing finished speaking, he thought of something, so he added, "I can give you some wild fruits, they are very sweet."

The old man smiled and said, "Okay."

After speaking, the old man found a relatively flat large stone and sat down, and then took out a small stone knife from an animal skin bag he was carrying.

This small stone knife is light yellow as a whole. It is only the length of a palm and as wide as a finger. It looks very pocket-sized.

On the side of the stone knife, there are also several primitive pictures with ancient lines, but Nan Xing does not know it.

Nan Xing's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say: "What a beautiful stone knife, this should be a gem-level stone, right?"

The old man nodded with a smile, and said, "You know the goods. This stone knife has been with me for many years. It was not that small before. It has been used for a long time, and it has been sharpened countless times, and it has become what it is now."

Nan Xing's eyes were full of envy.

For most tribal people, a gem-level stone knife is a dream treasure.

Because the hardness of ordinary stone is not enough, it is very easy to wear and tear during use, and it will take a long time to replace it with a new one.

However, stone knives made of gem-level stone are not easy to wear or break, and one can be used for many years.

The old man sat on the big rock, and with a small stone knife, started to help Nan Xing re-sharpen the bone whistle.

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He put the tip of the knife into the hole of the bone whistle, rotated it continuously, scraped off layers of bone meal, and slowly expanded the hole. Finally, the three holes on the bone whistle became round and almost the same size.

Afterwards, he found a rough stone by the creek, poured a little water on the stone, and ground the ends of the bone whistle very flat.

Time passed bit by bit, and after more than an hour, the old man finally finished polishing.

"Try to blow it again."

The old man handed the bone whistle to Nanxing.

Nan Xing took the bone whistle. He was surprised to find that the bone whistle had been polished by the old man, and both its feel and appearance were much better than before.

With excitement, Nan Xing put the bone whistle to his mouth and blew it tentatively.

"Chirp..."

The bird call he blew first was very pleasant, much better than before.

With excitement, Nan Xing tried to blow the deer crowing again.

"YoYo…"

This time it was a success!

After the re-polished bone whistle, the sound of the deer blew is close to that of a real big-horned deer.

"Great!"

Nan Xing jumped up excitedly.

He never thought that no matter how much he practiced, he couldn't blow the deer's whistle because he couldn't polish it properly.

"Old man, I... I'll go get you wild fruits right now, wait for me."

With excitement, Nan Xing ran back to the bamboo house in a hurry.

Jiang Xuan was sharpening his arrows and arrowheads in the house. He looked at Nan Xing's turbulent appearance and asked curiously, "Nan Xing, why are you so happy?"

"Boss, look, my bone whistle can make a deer croak!"

Nan Xing was like a child showing off his new things. He took out his bone whistle and blew it a few times in front of Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Xuan was surprised to find that the sound of the bone whistle was indeed the sound of a deer.

"This is what the old man who rode the giant eagle helped me to polish. I promised to give him some wild fruits as a reward. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Nan Xing looked at Jiang Xuan eagerly, and said, "Boss, can I give him some red hairy fruits?"

"Of course you can, go get it."

Jiang Xuan agreed without hesitation. It was just some wild fruits. It was autumn, and there were plenty of wild fruits on the mountain.

"Thank you, Chief."

Nan Xing happily ran to the corner of the bamboo house, found a large rattan basket, and opened the dried bamboo leaves covered on it.

This rattan basket contains a kind of wild fruit that the tribes call red hairy fruit, which looks like a macaque pick.

This wild fruit has a lot of red fluff on the outer skin. After peeling the outer skin, there is a sweet pulp inside. The fruit flavor is extremely rich and sweet.

Nan Xing pocketed more than a dozen red hairy fruits in his animal skin coat, then ran back to the creek and gave them to the old man.

"It's called red hairy fruit. You can eat it after peeling it off. It's very sweet."

The old man didn't refuse either. He peeled off a red fruit, tasted it, and nodded with satisfaction, "It's really sweet."

"Look, I didn't lie to you."

Nan Xing smiled brightly, revealing a set of neat teeth.

In the days that followed, this mysterious old man would often help the Veng tribe people to solve some problems. Gradually, although everyone did not accept him, they did not reject him as before.

Jiang Xuan felt a little confused about the way the mysterious old man was doing, but he also saw that this mysterious old man had a wide range of knowledge and knew a lot of things, and he must have come from a large tribe.

Anyway, apart from the totem gods of the Vine tribe, there is nothing for people to conspire. The existence of the mysterious old man, at present, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

However, Jiang Xuan is a more cautious person. He didn't let down his guard completely, he just didn't show it.

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