Chapter 815: Poet Xingtian

It has already entered late autumn, and there were no "autumn tigers" this year; it is very cold at night. Fortunately, the Tents of Huaxia have good sealing, so it is not too cold at night, though the dampness is quite high.

When waking up in the morning, a layer of white frost hangs on the skin of the Tents, and the ground is the same. After a night has passed, many fallen leaves have blown onto the swept-clean ground, but it is of no great consequence.

The red or yellow leaves, reflecting against the lake surface, are indeed a beautiful sight. However, only the people of Huaxia can appreciate such beauty, especially those young-generation Soldiers. They have received a good education since childhood; to let them recognize characters and understand how to express themselves better, Baifeng even compiled many articles for them to study.

The prose written by Baifeng is, in his own view, complete rubbish, but in the eyes of the savages, it is incredibly beautiful. Reading the text is like listening to a song, and the higher-grade students even learn a genre called poetry; although short, it is even more beautiful.

Poetry also exists in this era, but the poems passed down from the Xuanyuan Tribe are a bit too bland and tasteless. There is even a person from the Shennong Clan named Xingtian whose poems can be used for sacrificial rites.

It is safe to say that it is impossible for an ordinary person to hear Xingtian beating a Drum and reciting poetry. Huaxia has only heard that this person, Xingtian, once wrote a piece called "Harvest" and that he sings very well, but the people of Huaxia are skeptical about this.

When Baifeng first heard about this, he was incredibly shocked. The Xingtian he knew, or rather the Xingtian he imagined, should be a burly man who looked at least like a wild bear. As for his head, after being killed by Xuanyuan, he kept thinking about revenge, so he must have been stubborn to the extreme. But to associate him with poetry—that is something he really could not imagine.

As for the poems he wrote, Baifeng guesses they must be very primitive as well. After all, things like poetry that have been passed down early in history only date back to the pre-Qin period. The ancient poems described in the Book of Songs are as simple as can be, just like that ultra-short story that won the best short story award one year: People here are stupid and rich, come quickly.

Baifeng never expected that the first time he truly heard news related to Xingtian in this era would be like this. When he first arrived, he had asked about Xingtian, but did not get an answer. At that time, Xingtian was probably still a child; only now is he showing his talent, and his deeds are gradually beginning to spread in this world.

The beautiful scenery here can only be appreciated by the people of Huaxia; this is true, but it does not prevent them from destroying the scenery here. Looking at it is fine, but when washing faces and rinsing mouths, don't they still throw the water buckets into the lake? And they still have to throw the leaves clean.

After rinsing their mouths, the water is spat directly toward the distance, which is extremely unrefined. The face-washing water is also splashed with a splash, and then they quickly wipe their faces dry with dry towels. The dry and cold autumn wind blowing on their wet faces is still extremely uncomfortable. Of course, compared to those savages with cracked skin on their hands and feet, their state is much better.

Those savages never consider whether things are beautiful or not. They cannot even get enough to eat, so where would they find the mood to consider the feelings of their eyes? Washing faces and brushing teeth do not exist for them. Of course, they do wash their faces occasionally; not washing their faces for a long time also makes them feel uncomfortable.

In the morning, they have nothing to eat. They directly spread out their goods in front of the camp and prepare to start trading. This trade has been delayed for several days due to various reasons, and everyone is very anxious. If they return too late and encounter a Snow storm on the road, let alone bringing the goods back, their lives might not even be guaranteed.

The only benefit gained is that they inexplicably obtained a lot of salt from Huaxia. This is already wealth that most tribes cannot earn after a single gathering ends, so they are not too anxious now. At least they did not lose out this time, but they want to earn as much as they can.

Now their main service target and biggest potential customer is Huaxia. Last night, Huaxia already stated clearly what goods they needed, so everyone early on laid out their own good things, just waiting for Huaxia to pick.

Huaxia is still eating breakfast slowly. Fortunately, it is not too sumptuous, so it does not take much time, but the fragrance of the food makes those savages look at Huaxia frequently.

Those few people from the Chishe tribe have truly lived a good life following Huaxia. When were they ever able to eat their fill three times a day at fixed times like this? The food even has enough salt added; not only does it taste good, but they also feel they have more strength.

Regarding the strength of Huaxia, they have recognized it thoroughly. It turns out that not to mention their Chishe tribe, Huaxia can easily take down even larger tribes. Being able to receive the protection of such a tribe is like a dream for them.

They have already discussed it among themselves. When they go back, they will at most try to persuade those they have good relationships with. If they are willing to leave together, that is best; if not, then let them be. These few of them do not want to live the bitter life of the past ever again. Isn't it good to go to Huaxia to enjoy life?

Even if the Chishe tribe is still unwilling to leave and wants to fight Huaxia again, they can stand on Huaxia's side. They cannot bring themselves to attack their own clansmen, but they certainly will not go over to help.

Huaxia has eaten their fill. According to the past, Huaxia would also lay out their own things for the big tribes to choose from, in case they could trick them. But now there are no tribes with such strong power, so Huaxia can completely choose not to put them out.

But Xiong thought for a moment and decided to take out those goods and put them on display for these savages to see. Huaxia has too many good things, all of which are good things the savages have never seen, to show off the wealth of Huaxia.

If they are attracted by Huaxia and there are tribes willing to follow them to Huaxia just like that, that would be best. After all, there have been precedents before, and this is not impossible.

There is still a Chishe tribe on the road; they can be taken along when returning. Finally, they can be dropped off halfway at a location about the same distance from Huaxia, leaving them some supplies to let them persist through the Winter on their own. When the ice melts in the spring, they can send supplies to them again and teach them to develop the land.

This is Huaxia's plan. The more people who can go, the better. Xiong does not mind at all. At that time, they can be arranged together to engage in development; there is strength in numbers.