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The two months passed by like the flowing water in the mountains, quietly and without a sound.
Han Che, this Young tribal leader, returned with the high priest and many tribal people, bringing joy and abundance to the tribe.
The hunters carried heavy prey on their shoulders, the women's baskets were filled with wild fruits and herbs, and the children surrounded them, curiously peeking at the bountiful harvest of this hunt.
The gaze of Han Che moved among the crowd, finally resting on Zhang Jin. This woman, who was once an outsider, now, whether in her every move or her attire, was no different from the tribal women. There was no longer the confusion on her face from when she first arrived, replaced instead by a sense of composure and tranquility.
In the heart of Han Che, a complex emotion arose, a mixture of relief and a tinge of guilt. Because in eight months, the tribe would have to send her to Styx as a sacrifice bride for the God of the Underworld.
"Zhang Jin, the hunt this time was quite fruitful," Han Che stepped forward, his eyes showing approval towards her, his voice cutting through the noise of the tribe.
Zhang Jin turned around, smiled slightly, and his eyes sparkled with love for this land: "Congratulations, you have indeed had a bountiful harvest this time."
Han Che nodded, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Jin's face.
"Have you learned our dance, right?" Han Che asked, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Zhang Jin showed a hint of pride on his face: "Yes, Yun Yan taught me a lot, and also taught me how to plant and weave."
Han Che smiled slightly, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "That's great, it means you are even closer to the tribe now."
Zhang Jin blushed a little in her smile, and she gently lowered her head: "Everything here makes me feel curious and also fills me with awe."
At this moment, a hunter dressed in animal skins, with a simple smile on his face, walked over. In his hand, he held a huge mountain chicken, its feathers shimmering like metal in the firelight. "Young tribal leader, this mountain chicken is the biggest catch of this hunt. It's rare to see one this big and strong. Would you like to taste it?"
Han Che Taking the pheasant, I nodded in thanks to the hunter, my eyes showing respect for the hard work of this fellow tribesman: "Thank you for your hard work. This will be the delicacy for tonight's feast."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the hunter smiled with satisfaction and walked away.
Han Che turn to Zhang Jin：“Tonight, we will hold a banquet to celebrate the successful hunt. Will you dance for everyone to see?”
A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhang Jin's eyes, but quickly turned into determination. This was the only way to pay tribute to the tribe and nature: “Of course, it is my honor.”
Night falls, with stars dotting the sky. The bonfire at the center of the tribe burns brightly, bringing light and warmth to every heart.
The hunters returned safely, bringing back a bountiful harvest from their hunt. This not only proved their courage and strength, but also showed their gratitude for the gifts of nature.
Zhang Jin and other women were busy processing the food. They skillfully skinned the wild boars, goats, and deer, cutting the meat with precision. The feathers of the mountain chicken were gently brushed away, revealing its firm flesh.
Before long, the lives that were once running wild in the wilderness were transformed by the women into delicious dishes that would soon be served to their people.
The banquet food was laid out on long wooden tables, a feast for the eyes. Large pieces of wild boar meat, roasted to a crispy skin with tender and juicy meat inside; smoked deer meat, emitting an enticing aroma; and various dishes cooked with wild vegetables and spices, all colorful, fragrant, and delicious, making one's mouth water.
Brewing alcohol is a traditional craft of the tribe. Women ferment wild fruits into delicious wine and store it in beautifully carved pottery jars. The clear and transparent liquid carries a subtle fruity aroma, which is the fragrance of nature.
When the jar is opened, it is like a spring breeze passing by, with the fragrance of the wine filling the air, bringing a sense of peace and joy to the heart.
The fruit platter is also carefully prepared, with a variety of wild fruits and regular fruits, colorful like a rainbow, cut into neat slices or carved into various animal shapes, not only beautiful, but also adding a bit of fun.
The children gather around the fruit platter, curiously reaching out their little hands, occasionally sneaking a piece to eat. The sweet taste makes their eyes crescent-shaped with joy.
Night falls, the bonfire is lit, and the center of the tribe becomes a joyful festival.
Men talk about the bravery of hunting, while women share the joy of gathering fruits and planting crops.
The children playfully chase each other around the bonfire, their laughter echoing and weaving together the most genuine and beautiful night of the tribe.
The climax of the harvest festival is approaching, and the bonfire is like a blazing heart, pulsating with light and heat.
Zhang Jin stands at the center of this firelight, her figure reflected in the raging flames, resembling a dance goddess emerging from ancient legend.
She took a deep breath and, following the rhythm of the drums, slowly raised her hands and began to dance.
Each movement was like the breath of nature, powerful yet graceful. As her body spun, her clothes floated like petals in the wind, and with each leap, her skirt swirled like rolling waves, light and elegant.
Zhang Jin's arms swayed with the rhythm, as if drawing the harmony of the sky and the earth in the dance.
The women, men, and children around were all attracted by her dance. Their eyes were filled with awe and admiration, as if they saw the soul of the tribe and the vitality of life in Zhang Jin's dance.
The children's eyes were wide open, their mouths slightly agape, completely captivated by the charming dance, while the women gently shook their heads, lightly clapping their hands to the rhythm.
Han Che standing in the crowd, but his gaze was always firmly fixed on Zhang Jin.
In his eyes, he saw not just a dance, but the supreme art, a perfect fusion of soul and nature in the dance.
The gaze of " Han Che " revealed deep intoxication and appreciation, as if in that moment, he saw the inner radiance of Zhang Jin, a radiance more dazzling than a bonfire.
As the dance comes to an end, Zhang Jin's movements gradually slow down, and finally, after a deep and powerful leap, she lands slowly, as if a flying bird has finally found its home.
Her face is slightly sweaty, but the sweat glistens with a golden light in the firelight, and her eyes are filled with endless joy and deep love for this land.
Han Che Approaching, reaching out his arm, his voice deep and full of emotion: "Zhang Jin, your dance, shining like stars, illuminates the hearts of each of us."
Zhang Jin took his hand, her hand feeling soft and warm in his palm.
With a slight smile, that expression is like the first ray of morning sunlight, gentle and content: "This dance is my tribute to this land, and my gratitude to the people of the tribe."
There are no extravagant words in the speech, but it goes straight to the heart.
In the eyes of Han Che, there was a hint of appreciation. He nodded slightly, not saying anything more, just enjoying the peace and joy of this night filled with laughter and singing with her.
The banquet continued into the late night with laughter and singing. As people gradually dispersed, Zhang Jin sat by the bonfire, filled with love for the tribe. Zhang Jin knew that she was no longer just an observer, but a part of this place, her destiny tightly intertwined with this land.
Han Che walked over and sat beside her, his gaze piercing through the firelight, staring at the distant starry sky. "Tonight, you made everyone feel the essence of the barbarian tribe's dance," he said.
Zhang Jin turned to look at him, with a bright light in his eyes: "This is the best return I can make."
In the embers of the fire, Han Che began to recount his past, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia, as if those hunting scenes from the past were unfolding before his eyes once again.
"We followed that mountain boar for three days and three nights," Han Che said, his gaze distant, as if transcending time and space. "It was a cunning old boar, leading the entire herd as if it knew our every move."
Zhang Jin listened, a hint of a smile in her eyes, and shook her head gently: "Really? That hunt must have been very thrilling."
Han Che nodded, a wry smile playing at the corner of his mouth: "Thrilling is an understatement. It was like suddenly falling into a trap when those wild boars attacked us all at once."
"How did you manage to escape later?" Zhang Jin asked curiously, her eyes sparkling like a child listening to a story.
"Who said we escaped?" Han Che glanced at her, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes.
Zhang Jin was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud, amused by Han Che.
"We stubbornly fought against them with arrows and traps," Han Che continued, "although it was difficult, we eventually defeated them. But it was that battle that taught me a lot. Sometimes, strategy and judgment are more important than strength. After that, we deliberately set traps in the vicinity, explored the terrain, and avoided falling into such a predicament again."
Zhang Jin listened to his words, and the smile in his eyes gradually turned into admiration. He became more convinced that he could learn a lot from Han Che, not only hunting skills, but also the wisdom of survival.
"Well then," Zhang Jin said, with a determined look, "I also want to become a hunter like you."
Han Che Looking at her, the fire in his eyes reflected his seriousness: "You are already, Zhang Jin. I will take you hunting soon, to let you experience nature firsthand and learn how to coexist with it on this land."
A determined look flashed in Zhang Jin's eyes as she nodded gently: " Han Che, I will learn from you, not just for hunting, but also to repay you for your careful instruction in swordsmanship recently."
Han Che's mouth slightly lifted: "In this wilderness, survival is already a battle. But you have me, and I will accompany you to face it together."
Zhang Jin felt the depth in his words: "Thank you, Han Che." Her voice was low and full of strength. Their conversation slowly drifted in the night breeze, like the sparks dancing in the wind, illuminating each other's hearts.
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