Chapter 3 The painting style is wrong

Author: Zhuang Shenchen

Chapter 3 The painting style is wrong

[Faith value: 0]

After consuming his only 1 point of faith, a file appeared out of thin air and landed in Zhang Tian's hand.

The rubber grip, flat blade, no matter the material, size or style, and even the degree of wear and tear are the same as the one at home.

Looking at the resource column again, the number of files that can be redeemed has changed from 3 to 2, and the resources have become limited. Did you really transfer the one from home?

What does wool come from a sheep?

Zhang Tian regretted it. If he had known this, he should have bought a few more sets of wilderness survival tools at home. He asked why he didn't just exchange them for fishing rods? He thought, but the three fishing rods at home each needed the faith value to be exchanged.

All are above 100, which means he has more than enough ambition but not enough energy.

It is not difficult to make a simple fishing rod with your own food and clothing. Polishing the fishing hook requires some effort, but with a file in hand, the process can be greatly shortened, and one night is enough.

Zhang Tian crossed his legs, placed the bone on the stone, and grinded it patiently.

The tiger head who was guarding the night with him had a strange look on his face. He didn't know what the thin, short, black thing in Zhang Tian's hand was, and he didn't understand why he would do that to the bone residue.

Afraid of disturbing the tribesmen's rest, he didn't ask any questions. He just added some firewood to the bonfire and said to Zhang Tian, ​​"I'll sleep first. When the firewood is almost burned, you wake me up."

Zhang Tian subconsciously made an OK gesture and immediately nodded again.

The tiger's head was stunned for a moment, then he also bent his knuckles and formed a circle between his thumb and index finger.

It's a bit strange...something special.

He shook his head, lay down beside the bonfire, and soon began to snore.

As long as the iron pestle is ground into a needle, the bone fishhook will naturally not be comparable to the iron fishhook. The hook body is about two centimeters wide and the hook tip is slightly thinner than the bone needle. If you often do manual work, you can still

Like Zhang Tian, ​​polish a barb on the inside of the hook tip.

Don’t underestimate the grinding skills of primitive people, and don’t overestimate the IQ of fish. Some archaeologists once carved an exact replica of the unearthed bone fishhook and used it for trial fishing. They caught dozens of fish in one morning.

Not fish.

The fishhook was gradually polished into shape. Zhang Tian blew off the powder and touched the tip. It was quite prickly and could pierce the fish's mouth without any problem.

He walked quietly behind the women and dragged the bamboo pole that had been left alone out of the cave.

I went into the cave again to find a bone knife, and used the back of the knife to gently knock off the excess branches on the bamboo pole. When I reached the tip, my hand movements were more gentle, for fear that if I accidentally broke the bamboo pole, all my previous efforts would be wasted.

"Phew, it's so cold..."

He stamped his feet on the spot, breathed into his hands, and then smoothed the knots.

I tried swinging the bamboo pole, and it was quite flexible. If I wanted to use it for a long time, I would have to smoke it, straighten it, and paint it. Fortunately, the bamboo itself was straight enough, so I didn’t need to be so particular about it. It could be used for ten days and a half with just make do.

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Bamboo is a good thing. Bamboo rods can be used to make bows, arrows, and fishing rods. After cutting into small pieces and removing the bamboo flesh, you can weave bamboo baskets and cages. Bamboo fibers can be collected and twisted into ropes.

The women kneaded the ropes during the day and put them in a dry place to dry in an orderly manner. Zhang Tian selected a few relatively long and strong enough ropes, knotted them with each other to form a long rope, then wrapped them around the bamboo pole and tied them tightly, and wrapped the other end

He made his own bone fishhook and a simple fishing rod.

Put away the precious fishing rods, get bamboo strips and pieces, and sit by the campfire to weave a bamboo cage.

If you want to fish, what can you do without a cage to hold the fish?

Starting from the bottom, use the simplest tic-tac-toe braid. The side length is about the same as his shoulder width and half a person's height. It doesn't matter if the gap is larger. If the fish you catch is smaller than the gap between the bamboo pieces, there is no need to leave any.

It’s on.

Then, according to the size of the opening of the bamboo cage, we made a funnel-shaped cover that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. Turn it upside down and buckle it into the cage so that the fish cannot jump out. It sinks to the bottom of the river at night and can also be used as a fishing cage.

It was late at night and everything was silent except for the tireless crackling sound of burning firewood. Later, even the sound of burning gradually became quieter.

Zhang Tian added some new firewood to the fire. Seeing that his hands were covered with bamboo chips and soil, he stood up and wiped them on the dry and smooth rock wall, walked over and shook the tiger's head to wake him up.

It's time to go to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow to be a fisherman.

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"Oh God! Wake up! Wake up!"

Zhang Tian opened his eyes drowsily, and what he saw was a dirty face and messy hair.

The owl grinned: "Hutou and the others are going hunting!"

At dawn, the tribesmen are all active, and the young and strong men and women are ready to go out hunting and gathering.

The dancing flames dispelled the early morning chill, and the cave was quite warm.

It is not easy to make a fire, and the fire will not be extinguished even during the day. Compared with the vegetation all over the mountains and plains, the wood burned is not even a drop in the bucket. What's more, it is cold weather now, and it is even more inseparable from the fire.

Zhang Tian got up and went outside the cave to do some stretching exercises.

I slept well last night. After all, my body is primitive and has long been adapted to sleeping on the floor. However, my spirit is a little tired and I am not yet able to accept the fact of time travel. I had a sweet dream at night that the game was well received and well-received after its release. I drooled.

It hasn’t stopped yet. It’s really cruel to wake up and face the reality of not having enough to eat.

The weather is cold and dry, there is no fog in the mountains, and the view is very good. As far as the eye can see, there are green mountains facing each other on both sides of the bank, and a large river in the canyon with wide waves.

The cave is on the mountainside, not far from the river, but the tribesmen rarely go down the mountain to fish. This is mainly because the river is deep and fast, and it is difficult to harvest anything by pricking with spears. In addition, the income from hunting is enough to survive.

Rather than abandoning the near in favor of the distant, fishing and hunting developed.

The owl's stomach began to growl again.

Zhang Tian was hungry, and everyone was hungry. Several sisters who were pregnant with Liujia had stars in their eyes and their lips turned white. If they didn't eat a full meal today, they might be drained by the babies in their bellies.

The young adults are getting ready to go out to look for food.

Before leaving, grandma encouraged everyone and told everyone to come back before dark. The so-called spiritual leader is more effective when the people of the tribe are depressed.

Everyone was encouraged. The men carried bone knives and stone spears, and the women carried bamboo baskets and picked up pointed digging sticks. Zhang Tian erected a nearly four-meter-long bamboo pole with one hand, and lifted a half-person-high bamboo pole with the other hand.

Bamboo cage.

There was a guy in the crowd who had a wrong style.

"What are you doing..."

Everyone looked at Zhang Tian strangely.

"I'm going to the river to fish. You can go hunting. Don't worry about me. I'll be back when the sun sets on the top of the mountain."

Zhang Tian pointed to the peak in the distance and strode down the mountain.

"I am coming too!"

Xiao Xiao carried a wooden stick as thick as a bowl and caught up with Zhang Tian.

Hutou felt that something was wrong with Zhang Tian last night and didn't know what he was secretly doing. At this time, he looked at the two people's retreating figures and did not stop him. He called to the men and said: "Let them go. After all, they are children. They are not allowed to do anything."

I hope they can help. Let’s go hunting!”

The men beat their chests, grunted and shouted, and went into the mountains to hunt with high morale.
Chapter completed!