Chapter 63: Chu Yan Eats Vinegar

  Mo Ye and Chu Yan brought Stella and Sima to the front of a small stall in the internal fall of Kan. The stall was very small, only about four or five square meters in size, with small bags of crystal sugar and wooden bowls and chopsticks on it. The shape of these things made people know what they were for at a glance. Stella couldn't help but smile: "Your tribe's people are really clever, even using trees to polish the bowl, but what is this little root used for?"

  "This is called chopsticks, used to eat food, so you won't get burned by the freshly roasted meat, and your hands won't get stained with oil." Mo Yi'er explained on the side, demonstrating the action of picking things up with her hands. In fact, making chopsticks is very simple, just sanding small wooden sticks of similar thickness will do. But the chopsticks that fell in Kan's house were sanded extremely finely, and later Mo Yi'er learned that they were made for exchange, and even had old people carve patterns on them with stone knives. Because the stone knife was rough, the pattern was also a bit rough, but in this era, it was already considered very remarkable.

  Mo Yu'er looked at Stella's long, soft hair and suddenly thought of a hairpin. She said, "This chopstick has another use."

  "What's it for?" Stella wondered, also fiddling with the chopsticks in her hand. Women are naturally fond of beautiful things, and the floral pattern on them had caught her eye.

  "Sit down and I'll try it with your hair, then you'll know." Mo Yier said.

  Sitra sat down without hesitation. Firstly, they were a tribal alliance and the chief tribe, so there was no danger at all. Secondly, she was really very curious.

  Mo Yu's fingers nimbly wove through Saitra's long hair, then used chopsticks as a hairpin to coil Saitra's hair into a bun. Although the bun was simple, for a primitive person who had always worn their hair loose, this was already quite an innovation.

  Sitra couldn't see her own hair, but Sitrala could, and his eyes were filled with amazement. He thought to himself: How can this woman think of so many things?

  "Alright, go take a look by the water's edge!" Because there was no mirror, if you wanted to see your own face, you could only go to the water's edge.

  Xī tè lā stood up and hastily walked towards the nearest water source, while Xī mò lā stayed behind and said to Mò yì ér: "You also get me a hairstyle like that."

  "Good!" Mo Yier smiled lightly, then picked up a chopstick and tied the silk threads at the end of her hair into a knot on top of her head. She then used an animal skin strap to wrap around it twice to secure it in place. The tail end of the strap hung down behind her back. It didn't have the elegance of the ancient people's silk ribbons, but it wasn't bad either.

  Before Sila could say a word, she headed towards the water source. On her way, she met Stella, who asked with a smile, "Brother, don't I look great like this?"

  "Yes, it looks great. Cough... what about me!" Stella only cared about herself, and when Semira asked her, she realized that Semira had also styled her hair, but differently from hers. She carefully looked around him in a circle. "It looks good, really good, and different from mine!"

  "Isn't it different?"

  "Yes, Brother Ah, you go take a look by the water." Xī tiě lā at this moment revealed a rarely seen gentle and lovely side of herself.

  "Good," said Silmara, and went to look. He was a man who loved his appearance very much, often going to the water's edge to admire himself in the tribe. Now, seeing himself with his hair tied up, he couldn't help but be surprised and infatuated. "Hmm, really good-looking, not bad like this."

  Compared to Saitra, he returned much later. Saitra had already learned how to tie the simplest hairstyle for herself. Moreover, she exchanged many chopsticks with Mo Yier, and she had already known from Saimu that Mo Yier saw her as a woman. The two of them huddled together, whispering to each other, not even Chu Huo could get close.

  Mo Ye had already promised Si Mula not to reveal their sibling relationship, so he didn't tell Chu Yan that Si Te La was a woman. Now they were being so intimate and laughing together, which made Chu Yan very angry and suspicious, wondering... Had Mo Ye taken a liking to the leader of the tribe? His sense of crisis rose up at this thought.

  After Silas returned, he asked Mo Yuer to teach him how to braid this hairstyle. However, Mo Yuer was not very willing, as it is said that men and women should not be too close, especially with this eccentric man who had a temper like a child. Mo Yuer did not want to get close to him. "I've already taught the leader of Silas's tribe, let him teach you instead."

  "Hmm!" Sila's voice, intentionally softened, hummed out of her nostrils, sounding awkward to the extreme. Mo Yier really couldn't understand why these two siblings wanted to switch identities, and believed that after switching back, both would be absolutely unmatched people.

  The entire afternoon, the stalls inside Kàn didn't have many customers, after all, they had too few things, some people walked by and thought the crystal sugar was salt, and weren't very concerned.

  Mo Yi'er and Chu Yan were not in a hurry, good things are not afraid of no one wanting them. What Chu Yan is most entangled with now is what's going on between Mo Yi'er and Xite La.

  After dinner, Chu Yan found Mo Yier and wanted to have a private talk with her. Mo Yier didn't know that her closeness to Xie Tuo had overturned the vinegar jar for Chu Yan.

  "Chu Huo, what's wrong? Are you looking for me about something?"

  Chu Huo paused for a moment and asked in as calm a tone as possible, "Mo Yier, when did you become so familiar with the leader of the Lang Zhuang tribe?"

  "Hmm... I'm not that familiar with it either!" Mo Yier was startled in her heart, secretly thinking that she had been too careless and had actually been seen through by Chu Yan.

  "But you have a lot to say, why don't you let me hear it?" Chu Yan felt a sense of being excluded by Mo Yi'er, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if Mo Yi'er was about to be snatched away by Sita. Sita was the leader of the large tribe, and this competitor was too strong, making even a confident man like Chu Yan feel uneasy. If it were any other woman in the tribe, Chu Yan would not have felt this way, but with Mo Yi'er, she was originally different from other women, and he couldn't control her.

  "Hehe..." Mo Yier chuckled, thinking of an excuse. After all, she couldn't say "Of course we women have topics to discuss!" She said, "It's just that the leader of Sitraka likes to dress herself up, and we were discussing dressing ourselves up. You don't like it."

  "Is that so? How can the leader of Sui Te La like to dress himself up? Such things are only liked by women." Chu Yan couldn't quite understand, men are not particular about such trivial matters.

  "Of course! You see, Stella and her sister Sumera like cleanliness just as much as I do. Their hair is washed to be just as smooth as mine, isn't that great!"

  So, Chu Yan actually thought it made sense, after all, Sestre's image was there!