Seeing Ye Qing coming in, the savage witch was very frightened and hurriedly placed the clay pot in her hand on a pile of straw ropes.

The straw rope is very thick and woven, and it seems to be a rough straw bag.

After confirming that the pottery jar would not fall, the savage witch hurriedly turned around and knelt down at Ye Qing, motionless.

When his family saw this, they hurriedly put down their things, lay down on the spot, and buried their heads in a low position.

The noisy house immediately became quiet, and they could hear their trembling sounds and their terrified teeth.

Ye Qing's eyes kept staring at the clay pot.

"What is that?"

He asked softly.

The savage witch raised her head slightly, followed Ye Qing's gaze and saw the pottery jar, he said in horror:

"This... cannot be given to you, you...you said that we can continue to sacrifice our totem!"

Ye Qing was very depressed.

Why do I want you a broken pottery jar?

"I'm not asking for it, I'm just asking, what is it?"

"This...this is our totem."

"Totem? Is it this jar or the symbol on it?"

The savage witch raised her head completely, a little confused.

Ye Qing walked over and sat down next to the clay pot.

"Get up, don't lie down, do whatever you should..."

As he sat closer, Ye Qing found that there were many patterns on the pottery jar, except for the hexagram patterns, there were continuous bead patterns, bird patterns, wave patterns, and sun patterns.

Ye Qing pointed to the hexagram on the pottery jar and asked:

"What's this?"

He wanted to know what the meaning of this hexagram and line in the minds of the savages was.

The savage witch sat tremblingly opposite Ye Qing.

Seeing the hexagram pattern pointed at by Ye Qing, his original panic disappeared and turned into gloomy.

"That's...Yi!"

“What does it mean and what does it mean?”

"I have no idea."

"Huh! Isn't it your totem? Why don't you know?"

The savage witch was full of shame.

"This pottery jar was passed down from ancestors, but it has been passed down for countless years. It is lost. Yi, and it is not known now."

Ye Qing was very disappointed.

"Then your ancestors..."

The savage witch said with admiration:

"A long time ago, in the distant southern mountains, where the water originated, there was a group of great people living."

"They plant rice, barley, and wine to entertain the gods, and observe the sun, moon, and stars to control the easy things to avoid disasters."

"They are the ancestors of our clan."

Ye Qing asked curiously:

"How long ago, how long did it take?"

The savage witch said uncertainly:

"It's 2000, no, 3000 years, not 4000 years ago."

All right!

In this era when there is no text, it is entirely knotted or word-of-mouthed, it is indeed a bit difficult to know the exact inheritance time of a tribe.

Change the question.

"You said your ancestors watched the sun, moon, stars and stars to control the easy to avoid disasters. How did they control the easy to control the easy to do so?"

The savage witch said excitedly:

"They use the trajectory of the sun, Taiyin, Taisui, etc. as the lines, the upper three lines are the sky, and the lower three lines are the earth. They predict the disasters of heaven and earth and the misfortunes of the tribe through the changes of the lines."

"The sun and moon turn into Yi, and they are...Yi clan."

"Later, I don't know why, they began to migrate in all directions separately, and our clan was the descendants of the group of people migrating to the north."

"The ancestors who migrated to all directions all carried such pots."

"Legendary: The patterns painted on the pots carried by each migration team are different, and combining all the patterns together is a complete and easy way."

Speaking of this, his expression became gloomy again.

"Unfortunately, we have lost the ability of our ancestors to observe the sun, moon, stars and predict disasters in the world. Even if we meet our former tribe, we cannot control it."

“We are not worthy of being called Yi.”

"We have lost our ancestors' ability to observe the sun and the moon to control Yi. Without Yi, we can only be... the Shang clan."

Ye Qing: “…”

Ye Qing didn't know what to say, but his heart was filled with inexplicable emotions.

This is an ancient tribe.

After thousands of years of vicissitudes, it has gradually deteriorated through its inheritance and lost its glorious achievements bit by bit.

Until now, even my bloodline is almost impossible to save.

This is a kind of sorrow.

Seeing the savage witch immersed in sorrow, Ye Qing comforted him:

"Since the inheritance of our ancestors is lost, it is useless to be upset, so we still need to look forward."

"Speaking of all, what you are doing now is not worse than your ancestors. I think your ancestors are definitely not as good at raising pigs as you are. This raising pigs will be inherited from your tribe. You must pass on the experience of raising pigs well, but don't lose it like the inheritance of your ancestors' Jianyi."

The savage witch was shocked and her eyes were filled with excitement.

"You are right. When it comes to pig farming, we are the best at it. I will definitely let the younger generation pass on it well, but..."

He suddenly thought of something, looked at Ye Qing and said dejectedly:

"Can we raise pigs?"

Ye Qing laughed loudly.

What he values ​​most is pigs in this savage tribe.

Force them to surrender, for their pigs.

Ye Qing didn't care about their pig farming skills. When it comes to pig farming, he knew much more than these savages.

How many children who grew up in rural areas can’t raise pigs?

What Ye Qing really cares about is the excellent pig breed that has been completely domesticated and suitable for domestic breeding.

But there is nothing wrong with giving away a batch of pig raising experts.

This time, a decent pig farm can be built.

The three savage tribes combined with nearly 400 pigs, plus the original 100 pigs, more than 500 pigs.

The pigs have strong breeding ability and the tribe has enough feed to raise them. I believe that the breeding goal of allowing each tribe to spread one pig evenly within a few years will be achieved.

Ye Qing said:

"Of course, of course you can continue raising pigs, and I can even teach you better ways to raise pigs."

With experienced hands to help raise pigs, Ye Qing was too happy, so how could he restrict them from raising pigs?

The savage witch looked surprised.

"You, are you good at raising pigs? Are there any better ways to raise pigs?"

"I'm good at raising pigs!" Ye Qing said with a smile, "You will know from now on."

The savage witch was extremely happy, and her despair was getting better because of her submission.

Ye Qing asked again:

"I saw that at the foot of the basin, there were many sumac trees. Do these sumac trees grow naturally or were they planted by you?"

"That was planted by local tribes in order not to let pigs run into the woods. The sumac tree has a smell, which will make many beasts avoid, and pigs don't like this smell."

"Huh?" Ye Qing was a little surprised, "Aren't you the same ethnic group as the tribes on the periphery?"

"No! They existed hundreds of years ago when our ancestors moved here."

"At first, there were many fights between the two sides, but they were unable to do anything to each other. They stopped fighting as they fought. Later, after more contact, the two sides got married again, and the relationship became closer and closer."

"Although the relationship is very close, we are not the same ethnic group."

Ye Qing frowned, it was a bit difficult.

He thought that the core tribes of the savages would be able to convince them to surrender more easily.

Unexpectedly, it was not the same clan.

If you want to let the savage witch convince them as planned, the possibility of success is very small.

The savage witch has no right to make decisions for foreign tribes.
Chapter completed!