Today is the day to go to the market.

Early in the morning, the room in the tram was still dark. Banna opened her eyes and remembered that today was a day to go to the market. It was a big day, and it would be extremely lively.

In the past, they only went to the market once every half a month. The village would beat a big drum and could smell it at a few miles away. Everyone took their own things to the market to exchange for their needs.

When he rubbed his eyes, Banna heard the loom still ringing. The two sisters and mother must have gotten up early to weave cloth again. Every morning, when he woke up, he always heard the sound of his mother and sisters weaving cloth first.

The eldest sister is very smart and is the fastest to learn weaving. She is now thirteen years old. Her weaving skills are the best among young girls in the village, fast and good. After this year's grease, the sister who has excellent weaving skills will be qualified to tattoo the face.

Patting is their traditional custom. When a woman is proficient in weaving skills, she is qualified to pattern the face, and she will thorn it around her lips and starts to make her look fine. If she is a statue of a han moustache, everyone thinks it is beautiful.

After having a tattoo, it means that this girl can get married and is a good girl who knows how to weave cloth.

Bana's mother had a tattoo on her face, and her face was covered with patterns, which was very beautiful.

Bana is fifteen years old this year. In the village, he is old enough to grow grass. Women learn how to weave cloth and tattoo faces, while men need to successfully hunt for grass and find headhunting before they can tattoo faces.

For Shanyi men, the number of heads of hunters is related to the social status. Men who do not know how to hunt heads cannot tattoo their faces. They are not considered men, and there will be no women who marry him. The more heads of hunters, the more glorious they wear, the different clothes and tattoos they wear.

Bana was told by his parents since he was a child that only a man who had been hunting his head could enter the spiritual world after his death.

"I have to hunt for my head, otherwise no woman would want to marry me." Bana got up, stood by the window, and looked at the little light outside the house.

It is both a glory and a very realistic problem. If you don’t hunt the grass, you can’t tattoo your face or get married. If you don’t buy it, you can’t live with your parents. This is a shame.

The house in the Bana family is in the form of dry railings, with wood as piles, floor slabs and walls on the second floor, and there are no sashes on the lower floor, and livestock are kept. The roof is herringbone, covered with bark and thatch.

People live upstairs, while chickens, hunting and cows are raised downstairs.

Such a house can protect against snakes and insects, and can also protect against water and moisture.

When I opened the window, the cold wind blew towards me. The weather was still cold in April. My father was still sleeping. Bana's father was a warrior in the village. He came out of grass at the age of twelve and hunted two heads for the first time. In front of the bay of Bana's house, there was a row of piles, each with a skull on it.

A total of thirteen.

This is his father's headhunting number, and the skulls on it are all the fruits of his father. According to their custom, after the head is hunted, the whole village will celebrate, and finally peel off the flesh from the head and leave the head to stand on the pile in front of his house. The more people's head stakes, the more respected it is.

Banna also had three older brothers, and they all inherited their father's courage. They all came out of grass at the age of thirteen or fourteen, hunted heads, and then tattooed faces to get married, and passed away separately.

Bana stretched out his hand and felt the wind outside carefully.

The wind is very gentle, with a little moisture.

This is a good weather, and it shouldn't rain today. But it probably will rain in a few days.

It’s also good to rain, and the crops grown at home also need rain.

The villages in Bana are both hunting and planting, and they can also breed them, and their lives are pretty good.

After putting on the woven clothes, he went downstairs to lift the bucket and fetched water first. This was the first thing he had to do every morning. In the past, when several brothers were at home, they were all the brothers' business. Now the three brothers are already independent, and the task of carrying water is on his head.

After carrying three tracts of water, he filled the water tank at home, and put down the bucket. This tank is a pottery jar, which can hold three tracts of water. It is very large and very valuable. It was burned in a village not far away. That village can burn pottery, and every time they sell the pottery they burned at the market. When the Pana family bought this pottery jar, it cost several deer.

Wash your face and rinse your mouth.

After all this, the sky is already bright.

The village of Bana is not small, with more than a hundred households gathering to live. The most prestigious old man in the village is the clan leader and is responsible for managing the village. However, although everyone lives together, they still live their own lives, but they still stay together during hunting, and then they get prey based on how much effort they work.

Banana fed a wooden basin of water and sent it to his father's room.

"I think we should buy an iron pot when we go to the market this time." Pana said to his father who was washing his face.

"The iron pots of Han people are not cheap." The father washed his face and tied up his dispersed hair with a strip of cloth. The custom of their tribe is to cut hair tattoos, not to tie a bun.

"The Han people like deer skin and camphor, so we can exchange it for deer skin." Banna suggested to his father Bard. His father is a warrior in the village and the best hunter. Every time his father leads men in the village to hunt, he always returns with a full load. There are a lot of hunting skins in Banna's family, and he knows that Han merchants like deer skin the most.

Bard tidied up his clothes. He was woven in fine linen. This was made of his wife and daughter, and a leather robe on the outside. He used deer skin, which was made of nitrogen, and the leather robe with a double-breast is more slim. Bard, who has five children, was actually only over forty years old. He was only thirteen when he got married, and his first son was only fourteen when he was born.

"Han Shang likes everything, deer skin, camphor, gold, and even wood."

Bana smiled and said, "I think the Han people are pretty good. After buying that piece of land from our tribe, they built ports and forts there, and reclaimed land and planted land, bringing all kinds of commercial goods, which are easy to use and not expensive."

There are many mountain qi on the island, some live on flat grounds, and some live in mountains and forests. The Pingpu people who live on flat grounds are very different from the high mountain people who live in mountains and forests. However, on this two thousand-mile island, even the mountain qi on flat grounds is divided into many tribes.

They unite according to blood ties, and the same blood ties village forms an alliance.

How many tribal alliances are there on the entire island? It is hard to explain the warriors who have gone out to see the world like this. Anyway, there are many tribes, speaking different languages ​​and many customs are different.

Wars happen every day, and headhunting each other.

But after the Han people came, they were very friendly. Many young people like Bana like Han people, but Bade didn't like Han people very much. He always felt a sense of vigilance. Twenty years ago, the Han emperor across the sea sent someone to ask the Shanyi on the island to surrender. The kings of several tribes did not agree. As a result, the Han emperor sent a large army. That time, several large tribes were directly destroyed, thousands of people died, and five or six thousand were captured.

I heard that the Han people who are coming today are not under the emperor twenty years ago. The emperor's kingdom has perished, and now it is a dynasty called Tang.

Although these Han people were always very polite to them, giving them gifts, buying their land, trading them fairly, and even helping them heal their illnesses, Bard was always wary.

"Go and tie two deer." Bud said to his son. The iron pot is indeed a good thing.

Bana went downstairs with a smile.

The boys in the tribe have to learn from their fathers since childhood. They have to learn a lot of things, such as house construction, collection and planting, divination, archery hunting, defense, and grass production. The girls learn family affairs from their mothers, raise children, collect hemp textiles, weaving fabric textiles, raising livestock, washing and cooking, etc.

The village became lively.

The chicken crows and the pig cries and the dog barks.

The sound of children crying and playing, and the sound of people greeting each other.

Today is the day to go to the market, and there will definitely be Han merchants coming to the market, and all kinds of goods will be abundant, and everyone is busy with the market.

The mother and two sisters also put down the loom and came to the kitchen to cook.

Bana's mother made fish rice. As a flat tribe who was surrounded by the sea, river and mountains, they had mixed eating habits. They were hunting and obtained meat, and they also fished, and they also planted and cultivated.

Fish are the easiest to harvest, so they will pickle and dry fish long ago, store the raw fish meat in pottery to marinate, and use it after a while, which is considered a better dish. The prey obtained by hunting will also become fresh meat. If they harvest more, they will pickle and dry it.

The Pana family grows rice, which is easy to plant and good harvest.

The mother cooked the pickled fish and rice together, while the sister cooked the fire there.

Bana came in, "It smells so good. My father just agreed. Today I went to the market to buy an iron pot. It will be more convenient to cook food in the future and it will be more delicious." His family next door bought an iron pot when he went to the market last time. It is indeed much more convenient to cook things, and it is hanging directly on the fire, which is much more convenient.

My father came in with two antler spears, "I'll eat breakfast and walk away, but the road is not close."

The island also produces copper and iron, and there are also swords. However, when they fight, they prefer to use deer antler spears, and they will sharpen bluestone for arrows, swords and axes. Swords made of copper and iron are still quite expensive.

Bana's mother smiled and said, "You can bring two girls with you later. They have always wanted to see the lively Han market. By the way, buy some flower cloth for their daughters. Han Chinese flower cloth is so beautiful."

When she spoke, she showed her teeth missing.

This is also their tradition. After a woman gets married after having a tattoo, she has to knock off a front teeth after getting married.

This custom of cutting hair patterns and chiseling teeth is actually the same in the Baiyue in the Central Plains.

Bard smiled and agreed that their tribal customs did not prohibit women from showing up in public.

"I want to buy swords and bows from the Han people. Their swords are really good, but unfortunately they are unwilling to sell them." Bud went to the market several times, and the swords and bows and arrows carried by the Han merchants and guards were really envious of him.

"Remember to buy some salt." Bud's wife instructed that the salt brought by the Han merchants was many times better than the salt in the market before. The salt in the past was big and coarse, and extremely bitter. The salt in the Han merchants was very fine and white, and had no bitter taste.
Chapter completed!