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- Atido's father, the old patriarch of the Mohican tribe, was sleeping soundly beside him. He had been suffering from illness for many days and now he had a comfortable sleep.
Listening to his father snoring from time to time while he was sleeping there, Atido seemed to be listening to a piece of beautiful music.
¡°Brother, my father looks much better now, thank you so much.¡±
Attido looked at Zhao Hongyu sincerely and said to him.
"It's a trivial matter, we are brothers. In my tribe, friends and brothers depend on each other for life and death, so treating your father is not a big deal."
As for the meaning of 'life and death', Atido asked further. After getting an explanation from Zhao Hongyu, he patted his chest and assured Zhao Hongyu that he would do the same to Zhao Hongyu in the future.
Zhao Hongyu fully believed in Atido¡¯s guarantee.
The Indians on the American continent in 1620 really had more guarantees than people in the 21st century.
¡°If someone from the 21st century said this to him, Zhao Hongyu wouldn¡¯t believe it.
It was an era of rampant materialism. People only had money in their eyes. As for integrity, they had long been thrown aside.
"We are brothers, there is no need to say that."
Zhao Hongyu smiled and raised his hand and patted Altido's shoulder gently, showing that he did not value this very much. The reason why he helped Altido was just because, as he said, they were 'brothers' That¡¯s all.
It was pitiful that Zhao Hongyu and Ari had only met for only three hours. They still didn't know each other three hours ago.
¡°If it weren¡¯t for a coyote, they wouldn¡¯t know each other at all.
And Zhao Hongyu just gave him a box of worthless matches, and at the same time, with the idea of ????keeping the "golden thighs" of the Mohican tribe, he took action to treat Atido's father.
This has nothing to do with the "brothers" that Zhao Hongyu himself said.
"However, Zhao Hongyu's acting skills are not bad, and coupled with the simplicity of the Indians, there are no flaws.
And just like that, Atido was deceived by Zhao Hongyu.
Watching their leader¡¯s performance, Wang Shan and the other two couldn¡¯t stop laughing.
"It's really unexpected that the leader of his family is actually an actor, and this native Indian young man is really easy to fool. To be fooled by the leader's poor acting skills is really hilarious.
¡°In fact, Wang Shan and the other three geneticists didn¡¯t know that the 21st century is an era of information explosion. The information that people are exposed to is very complicated, and of course it is not easy to fool.
And there are all kinds of deceptions emerging in endlessly, and people are no longer so easy to deceive.
But what era are we in now?
This is 1620 in the 17th century (note: generally refers to 1600-1699), and these people are still Indians.
They have not been exposed to so much information. For them, what they are most familiar with is hunting, sleeping, and making children with women.
At most, it¡¯s just fighting and playing with some hostile tribes to vent the strong male hormones in your body.
Therefore, we can¡¯t blame them for being so easy to deceive.
But, no matter what, the fact that Indians are easy to fool is the best thing for Zhao Hongyu and others.
"Wang Shan, dig a marching stove here!"
Zhao Hongyu greeted him, he was hungry now.
When they met Atido, it was still around nine o'clock in the morning, and then they returned to his tribe with Atido. Then three hours passed while he was treating his father.
When you haven¡¯t eaten anything in the morning, if you¡¯re not hungry, you¡¯re going to be haunted.
Especially when Zhao Hongyu and others walked in the ice and snow for so long, their physical strength was exhausted.
It is even more necessary to eat something to replenish it.
When Zhao Hongyu came to this era, it was late June.
He lived in the Andale tribe in the north for three months, and then began to move south in late September to find a place to settle.
It¡¯s been another three months along the way.
In the blink of an eye, it¡¯s already late December, and it¡¯s almost January.
At this time, it was the middle of winter, and the weather outside was extremely cold. A sudden north wind mixed with heavy snow was howling in the sky outside.
Waist-deep snow is already rare in the 21st century due to the influence of ¡®warm winters¡¯ and ¡®global warming¡¯.
But in this era of 1620, it was very common.
Wang Shan, Zhang Tie and Song Hu began to get busy.
Atido sat next to his father and helped his father gently tuck the fur to prevent him from leaking air.
Zhao Hongyu walked to the tent door, lifted the corner of the leather curtain and took a look outside.
Such a scene has not been seen for many years.
Zhao Hongyu looked at the snow-covered land outside, and couldn't help but admire and miss it in his heart.
Yes, he had seen such heavy snow once upon a time when he was a child. At that time, the global climate had not yet become so severe. In winter, it was often possible to get calf-deep snow in one night.
The next morning, a bunch of kids would be stepping on ¡®Click! Creak! ¡¯ in the snow and went to school happily.
But in the 1990s, we have never seen snow like that again.
Even further back in time, there is less snow in winter.
What¡¯s more, one year, there was no snow at all throughout the winter.
Finally, when he went to college, he realized that it was global climate change, and the main reason was too serious pollution.
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Slowly lowering the leather curtain, Zhao Hongyu walked back, smiling bitterly in his heart.
By this time, Wang Shan and the others had already dug the marching stove, and took off the inferior large iron pot they had been carrying behind them and placed it on it. After asking Attido, Attido provided firewood and several people started the fire.
Cooking in the tent, Atido didn¡¯t have any big reaction. This was what they were doing.
It¡¯s just that Atido is more interested in marching stoves, because their tribe has never been like this.
Three or four wooden forks are tied together with a belt rolled from cowhide strips, and then the iron pot exchanged from "White Pi" is hung on it, and a fire is lit below.
This is the method used by Atido and others.
His father was already asleep and there was no need for Attido to continue to look after him.
Therefore, Atido came over and kept asking Wang Shan some questions about the marching stove.
People are always full of curiosity about unknown things.
Under Zhao Hongyu¡¯s instruction, Wang Shan patiently explained to Atido. Anyway, this thing is nothing, even if I tell Atito, it doesn't matter.
Of course, due to the language barrier, all Wang Shan¡¯s words were conveyed by Zhao Hongyu. You must know that only Zhao Hongyu has acquired the talent for language. Genetic people like Wang Shan and others do not have such benefits at first.
However, in the future, if Zhao Hongyu gets rich, it is not impossible to spend a lot of money to train a linguistics scholar in the system.
But, right now, this is still very difficult.
He handed the low-quality old rice to Zhang Tie and asked him to prepare some porridge. The three of them had been eating porridge. Of course, occasionally if you are lucky, you can hunt some wild boars or hibernating prairie dogs.
But most of the time, they are eating porridge.
There is no other way. Zhao Hongyu can only buy Chen rice from the space-time trader. He would like to eat hamburgers or roast duck, but he must be able to buy it from the trader.
The level of the cup has not been improved, and he does not have 10 million yuan of investment funds, so he can only eat old rice
But fortunately, Fuling pickled mustard is sold in the space-time trader, which makes Zhao Hongyu and the others not feel that there is anything difficult.
Because Fuling mustard is salty, porridge goes well with rice and is appetizing. It can be eaten with hunted wild animals, and it also solves Zhao Hongyu's dilemma of not having salt on hand.
Yes, no matter how powerful the space-time trader seems to be, because Zhao Hongyu has no funds on hand to invest, and his own rating is very low, he cannot buy salt at all.
You know, without salt, this is a very terrible thing.
But Fuling mustard has solved this problem.
"Should we make porridge or rice?" After setting up the pot, Zhang Tie looked up at Zhao Hongyu and asked. Zhao Hongyu thought for a while and said: "Let's make porridge. When Atido's father wakes up, he can still eat it. He has just recovered from his illness. Eating something light will help his recovery."
Zhang Tie nodded and asked: "Chief, there seems to be no water here."
Well!
After being reminded by Zhang Tie, Zhao Hongyu finally remembered??This is no longer the case that they are in the wild. They can find a water source to cook and camp.
Therefore, Zhao Hongyu turned to the side and asked Atido, who was looking at the marching stove in ecstasy: "Is there water? We need water."
Hearing this, Atido pointed to a wooden barrel on the side: "There is it in that wooden barrel." Zhang Tieyi walked over and looked down, then came back and shook his head at Zhao Hongyu: "Chief, then The water can¡¯t be used, it¡¯s all turbid.¡±
Of course, this kind of water is not edible. God knows how many days it has been sitting there.
These Indians don¡¯t care about food safety for a day.
Zhao Hongyu complained helplessly in his heart.
Finally, he asked Attido if there was any water source nearby. After confirming that there was a deep-fried dough stick stream not far away, Zhao Hongyu asked Song Hu to carry the wooden bucket and get another bucket.
A marching stove was dug in the tent, and there would definitely be smoke.
Fortunately, there is a vent on the top of the Indian tent, so the smoke can be easily discharged. Besides, they usually have barbecues and so on in the tent, so they don't care about this at that time.
After a while, Song Hu came back with water.
With water, everything is easy. In fact, making porridge is very easy. Place washed old rice in a small iron pot, pour in water and cook. While making porridge, Zhang Tie also took out the uneaten wild boar meat, cut it into small dices and put it in.
About half an hour later, a scent began to spread in the tent.
"Wow! It smells so good!" Atido said in a low voice while swallowing saliva.
¡°No matter what, Zhao Hongyu rolled his eyes.
¡°Then he took out a small bag of Fuling mustard that is only 50 cents a bag at most in the 21st century. It would be cheaper in the wholesale market, and waved it in front of Attido¡¯s eyes
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