Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 230 Tea Eagle Tribe
On the way to their tribe, during a brief conversation, Chen Xuan subtly used some rhetoric to learn some basic information about their tribe.

When it comes to clichés, scholars who specialize in this art can fool people silently, and many "confessions" come from this. Chen Xuan is not good at this and only knows the basics.

During the process, it was mainly the young man with braids who had some basic internal strength who was talking to him, and the others did not speak the official language of Jingguo.

But what we learned was so basic that it was useless. They kept their mouths shut and were obviously extremely wary of outsiders.

Chen Xuan understood this. If he were in her place, he would also be wary. What if it was a spy from the bandits? Anything could happen in this place where the king's influence was weak.

Their tribe is called the Chaying tribe. "Cha" is the transliteration of the official language of Jingguo, and it is also the surname of their tribe. All members of their tribe have the surname Cha. Even women who marry from outside have to change their surnames to their husband's. In other words, women who marry into their tribe do not even have the qualifications to keep their own surnames. This is a bad custom.

But this kind of thing happened not only in remote tribes like theirs, but also in many villages in Jingguo.

The eagle is their totem and also their belief. In the words of the young man with braids, to live in the world one must be as fierce as an eagle, soaring in the sky and overlooking the grassland. That is what a real man does.

Of course, eagles are also an indispensable part of their tribe. Raising eagles is a tradition passed down from their ancestors. They have unique eagle training methods, which can provide their tribe with patrols, warnings, and even help fight against enemies and wild beasts.

This is a microcosm of a tiny civilization with its own unique characteristics. Chen Xuan is not engaged in research in this area, so he does not pay too much attention to it. He simply understands it. Perhaps one day in the future, he can use it as a bragging capital when interacting with others to give people the impression that he is knowledgeable.

The young man with braids is called Cha Gufeng, which is also a transliteration. The bald strong man is called Cha Guli, and there is also Cha Gushan and Cha Gumu. The four of them should be of the same generation. As for the leader among them, his name is Cha Hamo, who is the man in his forties who spoke to Chen Xuan at the beginning.

That's all I know. I don't know anything about how many people there are in their tribe, how many cattle, sheep and horses they raise, the grazing routes, or how many people are capable of fighting with swords.

Those are the key points. If they are known to others, it will be extremely dangerous for their tribe and there will be a risk of targeted destruction.

Nomadic tribes like theirs are relatively primitive and barbaric, believing in the survival of the fittest. It is normal for them to attack and annex each other.

Tingcha Gufeng said that in nomadic tribes like theirs, marriages were almost always obtained by abduction. No matter if it was a man or a woman, if they liked someone, they would abduct her, as long as they had the ability to do so. And the one being abducted, as long as the person was strong enough, would become very docile after being abducted. In Chen Xuan's understanding, this meant that they would obey and depend on the strong.

Although they rely on robbery to get married, once they establish a marital relationship, they are loyal to each other. It is a loyalty engraved in their bones.

Of course, their bride-kidnapping is not robbery like bandits, but a fair and open robbery. It is probably that I like someone and want to kidnap him or her, so I notify them to make preparations in advance, then show my strength, overcome all difficulties, and finally get the "beauty".

If the one who is being robbed is also attracted to the other person, then they will fight for the other person, and this process will affect the family's status as the younger brother.

After learning about this, Chen Xuan thought to himself that he had broadened his horizons. If he hadn't gone out for a walk, he wouldn't have known how many interesting things there were in the world.

They were all in good physical condition, so it didn't take them too long to travel ten or twenty miles.

Although they were not riding horses, they were worried about Chen Xuan's "thin" figure at first and deliberately slowed down their pace. However, as time went on, Chen Xuan caught up easily as if nothing had happened. So they all quickened their pace and in the end they were out of breath, but Chen Xuan remained calm.

In fact, the image Chen Xuan 'pinched' was not thin, but had a well-proportioned body. However, compared with these all-strong nomads, he seemed a little fragile.

In this way, although they have not had much contact with the outside world, they still understand some basic situations and know that Chen Xuan is not as simple as he seems on the surface. As a person in the world of martial arts, who practices martial arts, he must be very powerful.

He just looks thin and doesn't make me feel as safe as them. I guess only the embroidering girls in the city would like him. The girls of the grassland like strong guys like them, the kind who can hold up the sky just by standing there.

"Brother Yang, that's our tribe. How about it? I hope I didn't disappoint you." Standing on a hill, Cha Gufeng pointed to the front with a little pride on his face.

When going out and changing his appearance, Chen Xuan certainly would not use his own name, but instead just said the name of Yang Guo, just because it came to his mind, and he didn't care about it too much.

Following the direction pointed by Cha Gufeng, Chen Xuan looked around and nodded, saying, "Very good, very spectacular."

Finally, I saw the scene of cattle and sheep being revealed as the wind blew the grass low.

On one side of the clear river, there were a dozen or so tents made of various leathers, similar to the yurts in Chen Xuan's memory, half-embedded in the ground, surrounded by a simple earthen wall half a person's height.

A dozen tents were closely packed together in a circle, with an open space in the middle about half the size of a basketball court, with traces of a burning campfire.

That is the living area of ​​their tribe, but there are few people in the living area at this time, only a few old women and toddlers.

On the living area's side, near the water source, a large wooden fence, roughly half the size of a football field, simply separated the area into three sections. Looking further out, one could see herds of cattle, sheep, and horses. Sheep were the majority, and a rough estimate put the number at over 3,000. There were also around 300 to 500 cattle and 60 to 70 horses.

These animals were grazed separately, with people riding horses passing through to separate them, and shepherd dogs running around.

In other places, men, women, old and young were collecting and baling grass, probably in preparation for winter.

That was pretty much all he saw, and soon Chen Xuan had a rough idea in his mind. They were just a small tribe with an estimated population of about a hundred people, and they relied entirely on this grassland and thousands of livestock to survive.

They set up camp on one side of the water source, and when the pasture is almost eaten by the livestock, they will move to the other side to rest and recuperate.

Although such a nomadic life is far away from the intrigues of the world, it still has to face the dangers of nature. Not to mention natural disasters, there is the risk of destruction by a blizzard or sandstorm. In addition, they have to face the crisis of wild beasts everywhere on the grassland. Jackals, tigers and leopards may attack them at any time, especially wolves, which appear in groups and are the most hated by herders.

However, herdsmen like them are accustomed to life on the grassland. Except for the elderly, the weak and the sick, almost everyone who mounts a horse and picks up a weapon is a warrior.

"Haha, let's go, Brother Yang. When guests come, we naturally have to treat them with good wine and good food," Cha Gufeng patted Chen Xuan's shoulder and said with a smile. The others also warmly invited him to go to the tent.

Chen Xuan thought to himself, I just wanted to buy some seasoning, and you guys are so enthusiastic that I feel embarrassed.

"Uncle Hamo and the others are back"

Before we even got close to the tent, some sharp-eyed children looked over here and cheered. The four or five-year-old children ran over with their short legs like little cow stomachs.

Chen Xuan naturally didn't understand this sentence, but he could analyze what it meant by looking at the situation.

Chahamo rubbed the child's head and said with a smile: "You're back, go play somewhere else."

Immediately, an old man walked out of the largest tent, leaning on a cane wrapped with colorful cloth strips. The cane was also decorated with jade and gems, which gave Chen Xuan a flashy feeling.

He himself was dressed very fancy, with necklaces made of various stones and animal teeth, and a hat made of many bird feathers on his head.

His status here was obviously very transcendent. With his appearance, the people who brought Chen Xuan here all bowed with their right hands on their chests to salute.

Chen Xuan guessed that this was the real leader of the tribe. He did not sense any martial arts aura from him, but his old eyes were extremely deep, as if he could see through the world. He must be a wise man. Moreover, he faintly exuded the scent of various herbs, so he should also play the role of a doctor.

For nomads like these, far away from the city, you can imagine how important a doctor is.

When they met, they talked about some things that were difficult to understand, and Chen Xuan could only watch with a smile.

After a brief exchange, the old man looked at Chen Xuan and said kindly, "Guest from afar, welcome to our Tea Eagle Tribe. There's no rush for business. Since you're a guest, please allow us to treat you warmly, as children of the grasslands do."

"Hello, elders. I am flattered by your enthusiasm. I hope my arrival does not disturb you," Chen Xuan said with a greeting. He just wanted to buy some seasonings. It seemed that some activities were going to be held next. Was he too enthusiastic?

Are you so hospitable?

Chen Xuan was not surprised that the other party could speak Mandarin, otherwise he would not be able to become the leader here.

The old man looked at Chen Xuan kindly and continued, "It's a rare occasion for a distinguished guest to arrive. If we don't entertain him warmly, wouldn't it be a loss of etiquette for us children of the grassland?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan's heart moved, and he thought to himself that the old man was indeed a shrewd man. This old man must have seen something, otherwise he would not have specially added the words "distinguished guest" as a prefix. Moreover, if he was just an ordinary wanderer, he probably would not have shown up in person.

Then Cha Gufeng and the others exchanged glances at this time, and Chen Xuan seriously suspected that they brought him here actually to let this elder take a look.

Well, it’s all the caution developed from the wisdom of survival.

"Sorry to bother you," Chen Xuan said with a smile. He probably couldn't just buy some seasonings and leave, otherwise he would feel a little ungrateful for the other person's hospitality.

Then they exchanged a few words in an incomprehensible language. Cha Gufeng stayed behind while the others rode off, shouting...

(End of this chapter)